The Internet Addiction Evil Fox Creation Plan

"Hiss, this little thing is weird, isn't it? Could it be Explosive Tags? This brat doesn't plan to blow this place up, does he?"

"He's way too naive. The Sealing Space isn't something a simple Explosive Tag can destroy."

"Still, he can conjure objects out of thin air in here. Hmph, looks like I underestimated him."

The Nine-Tails muttered to himself, his massive claw pointing and poking around near the computer.

The computer screen lit up with a desktop, and a few icons caught the Nine-Tails' attention.

He leaned in for a closer look.

He hadn't known how to read originally, but after spending over a decade inside the previous Jinchuriki, he'd picked up a few characters.

"My Computer, Recycle Bin, Pokemon FireRed?" the Nine-Tails read the icons, his head full of question marks.

"What's all this?" Bored for decades, the Nine-Tails latched onto it like a beloved toy and immediately started tinkering.

Soon, he discovered that the little mouse-like device could control the pointer on the screen.

He quickly shrank his form, placed his fox paw over the mouse, and clumsily clicked on various icons.

Finally, with an accidental double-click, he opened the game "Pokemon."

The screen went black, then a shimmering game interface appeared, accompanied by cheerful game music.

In the dim Sealing Space, a fiery red fox sat before the computer, utterly focused as he manipulated the mouse and keyboard, beginning his journey to capture Pokémon.

An old man's voice came from the computer: "Welcome to the Pokemon World. Pokémon are lively, cheerful, and full of spirit. I'm Professor Oak."

"Hmph, such a childish art style. I could eat these creatures in one bite," the Nine-Tails grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"You get to pick three at the start? Hmph, I'm already invincible with just one."

"Since it's a game, I'll pick a subordinate. I choose you, Charmander. Calling yourself a dragon—you must have some skill."

"I'll allow you to help me conquer this world."

"Hiss, this Pokémon looks pretty strong. How do I capture it? Throw a Poké Ball? Failed! Damn it!"

"Damn it! If I were out there, I wouldn't need to bother throwing balls. I'd just stand there, and countless Pokémon would come to submit!"

"Yosh, good! Capture successful! Follow me to rule the world—you've made a wise choice."

"Heh heh, this little gadget is actually pretty fun. Looks like that stinky brat has caved. Since you're performing so well, I'll cut back on the interference a bit."

"If you apologize to me in person and kneel to beg for forgiveness, I'll let you become a ninja," the Nine-Tails murmured to himself.

He was deep in the game.

"This little bird is so weak, just kill it. The weak have no right to be my subordinates."

"A Gym? Hmph, these rookies are a piece of cake."

"Aaaargh! Bastard, damn brat, how dare you trick me!" Soon, the Sealing Space echoed with the Nine-Tails' furious roar.

The first Gym Leader's challenge screen was frozen, with a single line written on it.

"Fox, behave well, and I'll let you play the rest of the story."

Leaving the Sealing Space, Naruto flashed a sly smile.

"This is what they call repaying evil with good."

Even if you, the Nine-Tails, have hurt me a thousand times, I, Naruto Uzumaki, still treat you like a first love—not only letting you enjoy the scent of barbecue but also bringing you a gaming experience beyond the ninja world.

Tell me, who else has such an open heart besides me?

From various information in the world of the Shinigami, Naruto had learned that there exists an invisible disease, more terrifying than a virus: Internet Addiction.

Sufferers would lose all appetite, become walking corpses, gaunt and miserable, unable to live without a computer. The moment they left it, they'd lose their will, go crazy, and couldn't sit still.

Only when they sat back in front of the computer would they return to a semblance of normalcy.

It was said that those little computers held countless addictive games.

He was sure the long-lonely Nine-Tails would love it.

The Nine-Tails was so isolated in the Sealing Space, and as his landlord, Naruto naturally wouldn't just stand by.

Soon.

A night passed, and Naruto climbed out of bed, feeling refreshed.

After a quick wash and breakfast, he dressed and headed toward the streets of Konoha.

He was running low on ingredients at home.

Wearing a white robe, Naruto stepped into the street with an air of elegance.

But this time was vastly different from before.

The bustling streets hadn't changed; the villagers still chatted among themselves, not sparing Naruto a single glance.

Naruto's year-long effort to build his image had paid off.

At least now, most villagers chose to ignore him.

The vicious curses of the past were almost unheard now.

As for those brats...

They now walked around Naruto.

Naruto bought some vegetables and meat, greeted Aunt Tanaka, then headed home. He put away all the ingredients, made a simple bento, and walked toward the training ground.

He had agreed to train with Sasuke yesterday, and he was full of curiosity about the prestigious Uchiha Clan.

What Naruto didn't know was that his contact with Sasuke yesterday had already been learned by the Third, even sparking a debate.

In the end, the Third decided to wait and see. If the Uchiha Clan harbored any covetous intentions toward Naruto, he would immediately take thunderous countermeasures.

Inside the training ground, Sasuke arrived as promised.

He saw Naruto holding a dark green longsword, standing in the chilly autumn wind, blending into the environment just like when they first met.

"Sword arts," Sasuke murmured to himself.

The Uchiha Clan had sword techniques in their training, but the Uchiha, overly reliant on their eyes, weren't interested in this kind of practice.

Moreover, ninjas themselves had weapons like kunai and Explosive Tags, so there was no need for a longsword.

But as the saying goes, there are no useless weapons, only useless ninjas. On Naruto, Sasuke sensed that sharp sword intent.

His small mind couldn't find words for that aura; he only knew he definitely couldn't block that blade.

"Sasuke, you're here," Naruto said, lowering his sword and looking toward Sasuke with a smile.

"Good morning, Naruto," Sasuke greeted Naruto politely.

This was the Sasuke of this period, still living in a honeypot, carefree as the Uchiha Sasuke.

"Naruto," Sasuke took a deep breath, as if he had something to say.

In the past, he had always believed he was the second genius of the Uchiha Clan, that no one his age could be stronger than him.

He had always been convinced that, inheriting the Uchiha bloodline, he would one day open his eyes and not disappoint his brother and parents' expectations.

Until he met Naruto—this gentle, refined, yet terrifyingly strong person.

Facing his pressure, he couldn't even muster the courage to fight.

But.

He was a proud Uchiha.

He couldn't disgrace the Uchiha name!!

A flicker of struggle passed through Sasuke's eyes.

"Naruto. Please, with me."

Before he finished, a blade aura swept past, leaving a bottomless gash on the boulder in front of Naruto.

Sasuke's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt his mouth go dry.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen it, but it still shocked him every time.

He took another deep breath, gathered his courage, and shouted at Naruto: "Naruto, please spar with me! I want to know how big the gap between us is!"

A small request—any monthly tickets?

PS: Going on a trial run this Sunday. Since the word count is low, it's just a tiny push. Please keep reading and supporting with data. I'm sure I can break out of the Asura battlefield!