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Programmer in Naruto

To enjoy this fanfic, knowledge of computer science or knowledge about progamming is recommanded. ------------------------------------------------------------ [Configuring Windows Update… 99%… Please wait] … My name is Hiroki Sawada. I’m ten years old—and a reincarnated person. After jumping through time, I’ve ended up living in a perfectly ordinary neighborhood in the Hidden Leaf Village. I’m single, attend the Ninja Academy, and make sure I’m home by 6:00 PM every day. I don’t smoke, I’m not interested in alcohol, and my favorite drink is Fat Otaku Sparkling Water. At the Academy, I do well in theory and hold my own in physical training. I go to bed at exactly 9:00 PM and always get a full eight hours of sleep. Before bed, I do twenty minutes of yoga to relax. Once my head hits the pillow, I’m out cold until morning. I sleep soundly, free from fatigue or stress. According to the doctors, I’m completely normal. Of course, I’m telling you all this just to make one thing clear— I don’t have any grand ambitions. After traveling through time, my only goal is to stay alive. I don’t dream of becoming Hokage. I don’t want to compete with prodigies or get involved in destiny nonsense. I don’t want pink eyes, nor do I want to be some “child of prophecy.” All I want is to live as a normal Konoha civil servant—filing paperwork in the archives, counting kunai in the equipment department, living a calm, plant-like life. Then one day, retire peacefully and collect my pension. That’s the life I, Hiroki Sawada, aspire to. … Ding Dong~ [Completing update, please don’t turn off your computer. This may take some time.] …Wait. Scratch that. I want to be Hokage! ---------------------------------------------- To read chapters in advance go to P@treon - harsh07
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The Winger Who Saw Too Much

Adrien Vauclair was never meant to fail. Once hailed as a promising talent in one of France’s top academies, he carried more than just expectations—he carried a name. The son of a former director, his career was always shadowed by whispers of nepotism. Then came the crash. After losing his parents, Adrien lost more than just family—he lost the instinct, the clarity, the spark that once made him special. By nineteen, he was no longer a prospect. Just a disappointment waiting to be released. With no future left in France, he disappears into the lower divisions of Norwegian football—a place where no one knows his name, and no one cares to learn it. Cold pitches. Physical defenders. A style of play that suffocates everything he once relied on. He begins to fail again. Until he meets a man who shouldn’t exist. A quiet neighbor. A forgotten name. A presence that lingers where it shouldn’t. The man offers no miracle—only a shift in perception. “You’ve been looking at the ball your whole life. That’s why you’ve never seen the game.” From that moment, Adrien begins to see it— the spaces, the movements, the invisible paths the game unfolds through. But seeing is not the same as playing. As his vision sharpens, so does the cost. Too many possibilities. Too many decisions. And something deeper… something wrong. Because the man who gave him this “gift” was once a legend. A Ballon d’Or winner. A player the world has somehow forgotten. Now, as Adrien rises from obscurity, climbing from Norway to the wider stages of European football, one question follows him—quiet, persistent, unavoidable: What happens to those who see the game too clearly?
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