"Tsuruta!"
Outside the nursery, a middle-aged man with a stubble-covered face, smoking a cigarette, looked somewhat weary: "The Yuzuru couple is dead."
Hearing this, the young man called Tsuruta trembled slightly, seemingly in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice, "They're both dead?"
After receiving the middle-aged man's confirmation, tears welled up in Tsuruta's eyes, and he said sorrowfully, "I never thought that such a good couple as them would die…"
The middle-aged man exhaled a long puff of smoke, patted Tsuruta's shoulder, and comforted him, "Tsuruta, the good deeds you've done will not be forgotten by the higher-ups after the war…"
Hearing this, Tsuruta seemed to be humiliated, his face flushed with shame: "What are you saying? They entrusted their child to me, which means they trusted me. Even if they are dead, I must raise the child to adulthood; it's my responsibility!"
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the two slowly walked out.
The two people who had been talking slowly walked out the door. They never imagined that a pair of eyes were fixed intently on the name card on the baby's crib in the nursery: Yuzuru…
"Have I actually transmigrated into the Naruto world?"
Vuuven squinted, looking at the Naruto calendar not far away: "Konoha Year 12?"
This was not good. As a Naruto fan, he knew most of the events that happened in the Naruto world.
The Three Shinobi World Wars!
The Nine-Tails' attack on Konoha!
The annihilation of the Uchiha clan!
Black Zetsu's scheme!
But the problem was that most of these major events occurred decades later. Konoha Year 12 was a cruel and bloody era, recorded only briefly, because it was just simple war and slaughter…
"Without power, I'm afraid I'll die soon."
Vuuven closed his eyes, and a line of strange text slowly appeared before him.
"Please claim your newbie gift pack!"
Vuuven looked at the message flashing before his eyes. At the same time, an ordinary-looking wooden treasure chest was emitting a faint glow.
Character: Vuuven.
Item: None.
Chakra: None.
Ninjutsu: None.
"System..."
Vuuven sighed. He discovered this system as soon as he transmigrated.
"Ninja Training System!"
However, Vuuven didn't rashly open the treasure chest given by the system. If this chest contained a Susanoo, with his current infant body, it would undoubtedly be asking for trouble.
In the tall floor-to-ceiling mirror, in a cozy crib, an adorable baby was squinting, staring intently at the mirror.
"I never thought I would become a baby..."
Vuuven stroked his chin, not too annoyed. After all, strictly speaking, it could be considered a regression to childhood.
"However, now is not the time to think about this." Vuuven looked at the name Yu Sheng on his bed and frowned: "If I heard correctly, my parents died in the war..."
This nursery should be a shop that specializes in fostering infants of Konoha ninjas. Tsuruta from earlier should be the owner of this baby care shop.
Just then, the nursery door suddenly opened again. The nursery owner, Tsuruta, was back Vuuven quickly lay back down, but through his eyelashes, he saw that Tsurata's expression was extremely ugly.
His gaunt face was filled with a sinister sneer!
"Heh, you little brat, if I had known your parents would die so young, I would never have let you waste so many days' worth of my food..."
As he spoke, Tsurata walked straight to Vuuven's bed and reached out to grab him.
tsurata's cold, spider-like hands gripped Vuuven's neck, as if he were carrying a bag of garbage, and dragged him towards the back door of the nursery.
"Hey, good lad, you're sleeping really soundly!"
Tsurata grinned maliciously, opened the trash can behind the door, and threw Vuuven inside
A minute later, after confirming that Tsurata had left...
Vuuven slowly stood up from the trash can, somewhat helplessly. Looking at the tightly sealed metal lid, he couldn't help but sigh...
"Indeed, this is what a true ninja is like..."
Vuuven sighed deeply: "The Will of Fire may be burning brightly, but beneath the raging flames lie only rotten branches and decaying roots...