"Goddamn! I look amazing."
Haruki Shiratori stood in front of the mirror, admiring his face and figure from every angle.
Those 20000 yen wig, 14000 yen makeup, 80000 yen custom cosplay costume, and an 18000 yen long sword, were worth it.
Haruki, cosplaying as Yuta Okkotsu, hesitated before going out.
After all, there had been frequent incidents at anime conventions recently, and two people had already gone to meet their maker.
Between life and his desire, Haruki ultimately chose desire.
Cautious as Haruki was, to avoid flying to the sky and stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the sun like the two previous people 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 just worrying for nothing. Haruki let out a sigh of relief, completely letting go of the anxiety he had carried all the way.
Then, he took a step.
"Beep beep—"
A deafening, sharp horn sounded 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 and 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 set up. Realizing this, Haruki closed his eyes, tears already streaming down his face internally.
Goodbye!
World!
This farewell of mine, it’s for a lifetime.
...
Cold!
Haruki felt extremely 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.
Dead or not, 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?
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, he was just hit by a truck, so why was he in 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?
He then looked down at himself. As his eyes moved, he 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 cosplay costume had also turned into children’s clothing with him.
What pained him the most was that all the muscles he had painstakingly trained had disappeared.
What did all the protein powder he consumed 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, an unfamiliar voice ignited a spark of hope in Haruki’s eyes.
He cautiously looked around. Perverts were most likely to appear in such desolate wilderness.
Just in case, he 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.
Ninja.
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. It would have been better if he had just died.
"Looks like a stray."
The two ninjas walking side by side cast their gaze towards Haruki in the corner, and one of them said to the ninja beside him.
"Kill him."
A ninja calmly decided Haruki’s fate, pulled out a Kunai from his ninja tool pouch, and strode towards Haruki.
Haruki: "..."
He hadn’t even said a word yet. He only thought he didn’t want to live. He didn’t really want to die.
Haruki watched the ninja approaching him, his heart pounding uncontrollably, as if it was about to leap out of his chest.
He stared intently at the approaching ninja, 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 ninja 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 ninjas 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 ninja raised the Kunai.
The white glint from the tip stung Haruki’s eyes. Death approached Haruki.
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 ninja’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 reincarnate to a peaceful world.
"Yu... Yuta..."
"Don’t hurt Yuta..."
"Don’t hurt Yuta!"
"I’ll kill you all!"