Naruto: Beastmaster of the Multiverse-Chapter 2 — The Three Thousand Garbage Station
Konohagakure.
The Ninja Academy.
A complete educational system ensured that talent would neither slip through the cracks nor fall beyond the village's control.
It had to be said—
The shinobi system established by the Second Hokage was frighteningly efficient.
From a large pool of children, they selected those with aptitude. Those promising seedlings would then be assigned to trusted jōnin instructors. Among them, the truly exceptional would be taken on as personal disciples.
Layer by layer.
Even if you were a genius, you would be shaped—guided—absorbed into the village's structure.
Some might even call it indoctrination.
But it worked.
Take names like Jiraiya or Minato. Civilian-born shinobi who rose step by step through this very system.
Of course, Konoha had a large shinobi population. Most of the upper echelon either came from powerful clans or had strong connections.
For a civilian shinobi to reach the top purely through talent?
Rare. Extremely rare.
Even someone like Might Guy—his rise likely had something to do with the terrifying display of the Eight Gates by his father, Might Duy. Otherwise, why had his father remained a "perennial genin" for so long, living in the remote outskirts of the village?
The real shinobi world was far more grounded—and far harsher—than the manga ever showed.
Suddenly—
Ruofeng's ears twitched.
A faint distortion echoed through the air.
A smile slowly curved across his lips.
"It's here again… I wonder what kind of treasure shows up this time."
He stood up calmly and walked forward.
The space before him began to twist.
If a Konoha jōnin were present, they would be utterly shocked.
This was clearly space–time ninjutsu.
In the next instant, Ruofeng vanished.
As if he had never been there at all.
Only the faint steam rising from a cup of untouched tea proved someone had been standing there moments ago.
A silent, isolated dimension.
A figure gradually materialized.
Ruofeng.
Smiling.
This was his greatest secret.
His true foundation.
In the distance lay a chaotic pile of debris.
A garbage heap.
But this was no ordinary trash.
If Ruofeng wanted to grow stronger, he had to search for opportunity within this pile.
This—
Was his golden finger.
A strange one.
Most transmigrators encountered gods.
Or received systems.
Or gained cheat shops.
Compared to those, Ruofeng's cheat was… peculiar.
He possessed the Three Thousand Garbage Station.
A station capable of connecting to countless worlds.
The trash here did not come from the Naruto world.
It came from other realms.
Ruofeng had no idea where this station came from, but he knew one thing—it linked to innumerable planes of existence and drew in whatever those worlds discarded.
And who knew what might be hidden in someone else's trash?
In certain higher worlds, something considered worthless might be priceless here.
Imagine—
A weed from a primordial world falling into a cultivation realm—it might become a heavenly treasure.
Then what if such a thing fell into the Naruto world?
The thought alone made his pulse quicken.
That was why he didn't resent this ability.
He was excited.
If he wanted to control his destiny in this dangerous shinobi world—if he wanted to survive the great wars to come—
He had to rely on this station.
Rely on trash from greater worlds.
Because even a random scrap from a powerful realm could be enough to change his path.
Unfortunately…
Since childhood, most of what appeared here had been disappointing
Ruofeng first discovered the station when he was one year old.
That time, a large amount of trash appeared—but it all seemed to originate from a modern urban world.
From fragments of torn textbooks, he recognized elementary school curriculum.
Earth.
Nothing useful for strengthening himself.
Well… almost nothing.
There had been a collection labeled "Tokyo Hot."
That, ironically, turned out to be the most valuable item.
His grandfather had "confiscated" it—and later gifted it to the infamous pervert of Konoha, Jiraiya.
In exchange, they gained Jiraiya's goodwill.
A profitable transaction.
Ruofeng also learned something important:
The garbage arrivals were irregular.
He couldn't control them.
But at least once per year, something would appear.
When he was two, another batch arrived.
This time, the haul was decent.
Several broken electronic devices—and most importantly, an old laptop.
Though damaged, it still contained numerous novels.
Among them were Naruto fanfictions.
They became… useful reference material.
At three years old, the next arrival was spectacular.
It looked like an entire structure had collapsed.
Fragments of a magnificent palace.
Within the ruins, Ruofeng found damaged ancient texts.
After piecing together clues, he realized—
It was the Epang Palace of the Qin Dynasty, burned by Xiang Yu.
Somehow, a portion of it had ended up here as "trash."
Most of the texts were incomplete.
But several medical manuscripts remained intact.
That discovery had been immensely valuable.
When he turned four, the garbage once again came from a modern world.
But this one was different.
From torn newspapers, he identified it as the world of "The Legend of Bruce Lee."
Not a high-powered realm—but it contained martial arts.
Wing Chun.
Jeet Kune Do.
Nunchaku techniques.
Compared to mythical worlds, it was minor.
But still a combat-oriented plane.
Among the debris was a printed collection of Jeet Kune Do techniques.
Though mass-produced, the combat principles within had fascinated him for months.
Now he was five.
The station had remained silent longer than usual.
Until today.
Finally.
Ruofeng stared at the distant heap.
"This is the fifth arrival. The first was useless. The second was urban. The third involved ancient civilization. The fourth included martial arts…"
His eyes gleamed.
"Each world seems stronger than the last."
"If the pattern continues… this might be a true wuxia plane."
Excitement flickered in his gaze.
Every year, he waited for that subtle vibration at his forehead—the signal of incoming trash.
And just as his thoughts settled—
The silent dimension trembled.
"Boom—!"
"BOOM—!"
The sky above twisted violently.
Then—
Debris poured down like a collapsing mountain.
Dust filled the air.
Among the falling wreckage were massive charred tree trunks.
Ruofeng frowned.
"What kind of world sends down burnt trees as trash?"
He clicked his tongue in mild irritation.
"Couldn't it at least arrive properly?"
Still—
His eyes remained fixed on the pile.
Annoyed or not…
He hoped there would be something worthwhile hidden inside.