Handsome!
So handsome!
Truly handsome!
Haruki stood in front of the mirror, admiring his face and figure from every angle.
Only a 999 wig, 599 makeup, 4999 custom C-suit, and an 8999 long sword could match his chiseled face and figure.
Haruki, cosplaying as Yuta Okkotsu, hesitated before going out.
After all, there had been frequent incidents at anime conventions recently, and two teachers had already gone to meet the Virgin Mary.
Between life and handsomeness, Haruki ultimately chose handsomeness.
Cautious as Haruki was, to avoid flying to the sky and shoulder-to-shoulder with the sun like the two previous teachers who had incidents, he chose to walk on pedestrian paths with railings and take the subway.
Haruki looked at the subway entrance not far away, revealing a relaxed smile.
He just knew it!
He wasn't the protagonist!
How could such strange things happen to him?
He was truly worrying for nothing.
Haruki let out a sigh of relief, completely letting go of the anxiety he had carried all the way.
He took a step.
"Beep beep--"
A deafening, sharp horn sound came from behind Haruki.
It was accompanied by the screams of pedestrians around him.
Haruki: "..."
His smile froze on his face.
It wasn't what he thought, was it?
Haruki turned his head.
He only saw a fierce white light and the faint outline of a truck's front within the white light.
He wasn't even on a national highway?
At such a close distance, even Superman would leave his underwear behind.
This time, he was truly set up.
Realizing this, Haruki closed his eyes, tears already streaming down his face internally.
Goodbye!
World!
This farewell of mine, it's truly for a lifetime.
...
Cold!
Haruki felt so cold.
He was cold all over.
So cold his teeth chattered.
The chill constantly drilled into his bones.
Haruki was so cold he wanted to die.
Oh, that description isn't right, he was already dead.
What's dead or not dead, it's not important!
The important thing is why is it so cold?
Haruki shivered from the cold, and couldn't help but ponder this question in his heart.
No!
How could he feel cold?
He should feel pain, shouldn't he?
With a series of truck buffs like "Blind Spot Is Big," "Everyone Has It Tough," "Can't Stop," and "We Are All Living With All Our Might," he shouldn't be alive!
Who touched his pain nerves?
Haruki realized something was wrong and suddenly opened his eyes.
"Plop!"
A drop of water fell on Haruki's face.
It was bone-chillingly cold.
Haruki shivered before he could even clearly see his surroundings.
The sound of his teeth clattering echoed continuously.
He was shaking like he had Parkinson's.
Gusts of cold wind cut through his body like knives.
Haruki looked at the scene before him, dumbfounded, too shocked to recover for a long time.
The rough ground was mixed with sticky mud and sharp gravel, his back was against a cold, hard stone wall, and three meters away was an irregular opening two meters wide.
Clearly, this was a cave.
Haruki blinked. Someone tell him, why could he be hit by a car from a big city into a cave?
How did he suddenly go from a city person to a caveman?
The semi-enclosed cave was pitch black, and the dim daylight was swallowed by the gloomy rain curtain outside the cave.
Haruki couldn't see very clearly, but he could vaguely make out the general outlines of fields and mountains.
The only things missing were buildings and human figures.
Had he returned to primitive society?
Haruki then looked down at himself after being hit by the car.
At this sight, Haruki was stunned.
His limbs were not only intact, but he didn't even have a single wound on his body.
Even more bizarre was that he had shrunk.
His expensive C-suit had also turned into children's clothing with him.
What pained Haruki the most was that all the muscles he had painstakingly trained had disappeared.
What did all the protein powder he drank count for then?
Haruki couldn't accept the fact that he had become a little kid.
He hugged his legs with a look of utter despair.
By now, he pretty much understood.
He had Transmigrated.
Of course, that's all he understood.
Other than that, he couldn't get any useful information from this dilapidated cave.
"There's a child here!"
Suddenly.
The unfamiliar voice ignited a spark of hope in Haruki's eyes.
Haruki cautiously looked around; perverts were most likely to appear in such desolate wilderness.
Just in case, Haruki rolled into a dark corner of the cave, cautiously eyeing the figures walking in from the rain curtain outside the cave.
The vest on their chest, the headband on their head, the Kunai in their hand...
All silently indicated the other party's identity.
— Shinobi.
The light of hope in Haruki's eyes extinguished.
Damn it!
Is God playing with him?
Shrinking him and sending him to the Naruto World.
This is going to kill him!
"Looks like a stray!"
The two Shinobi walking side by side cast their gaze towards Haruki in the corner, and one of them said to the Shinobi beside him.
"Kill him."
The other Shinobi calmly decided Haruki's fate, pulled out a Kunai from his Shinobi tool pouch, and strode towards Haruki.
Haruki: "..."
He hadn't even said a word yet!
He only said he didn't want to live!
He didn't really want to die!
Haruki watched the Shinobi approaching him, his heart pounding uncontrollably, as if it was about to leap out of his chest.
Haruki stared intently at the approaching Shinobi, his body shaking violently.
"Can you let me go?"
Haruki, with no escape, leaned against the wall. Under the fear of death, his body actually warmed up. He looked up and pleaded with utmost sincerity.
He didn't want to die yet!
The Shinobi standing in front of Haruki paused his steps. A hint of regret flashed in his eyes, then he continued to stare at him expressionlessly: "There are Shinobi everywhere here. Even if I let you go, you'll die at someone else's hands. It's better if I end your suffering now."
"Living in this era is your misfortune."
The Shinobi raised the Kunai.
The white glint from the tip stung Haruki's eyes.
Death approached Haruki infinitely.
Haruki: "..."
Was he the fastest Transmigrator to die?
Probably.
Haruki still wanted to make a final struggle.
"System?"
"System!"
"System..."
After Haruki shouted three times, he closed his eyes and started shouting again with a different address.
"Cheat?"
"Cheat!"
"Cheat..."
A trace of pity flashed in the Shinobi's eyes.
Had he gone mad from excessive fear?
The tip of the Kunai was only one centimeter from Haruki's neck.
Haruki's shouts still received no response!
It seemed Heaven wanted him dead!
He, Haruki, accepted it!
Eighteen years later, he, Haruki, would be a good man again!
Next time, remember to let him Transmigrate to the Anti-Japanese War era; he wanted to kill those little Japanese devils!
"Yu... Yuta..."
"Don't hurt Yuta..."
"Don't hurt Yuta!"
"I'll kill you all!"