Ar'Kendrithyst - 230, 1/2

Good news: I've transmigrated!Bad news: I've transmigrated into the world of Naruto, filled with freaks and overpowered individuals.Good news: I have a tag-system, and I can even synthesize new tags.[Student]: 100% focus during learning![Self-Discipline]: Hard work can make up for lack of talent. Every effort will yield results, even if they're small. Every little bit adds up to greatness.[Strong and Sturdy]: Energetic and vigorous, with 100% enhanced recovery rate, 100% increased resistance to injuries and illness, and 100% boost to Taijutsu talent![Ninjutsu Expert]: Any ninjutsu hand seal can be reduced to just two seals, and ninjutsu talent is boosted by 100%!Ninjutsu Master, Taijustu Expert, Transformation Master...Looking at the Uchiha and Ōtsutsuki clans, Hoshita Shūichi sneers with disdain: “Hacks? Freaks? You think your hacks are better than mine? More of them? You think you're more of a freak than I am?”---Daily Updates!---Disclaimer: All rights to the original content belong to their respective creators.Author: 大豆之主Original Name: 木叶的词条系忍者Translator & Editor: RedX43Cover Pic: Shizune---

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

The Empress does not grant my resignation.