Reshaping the Worldview of Konoha's Little Strong Ones

After an unknown length of time, Choji let out a dull groan in his coma and slowly opened his eyes.

He felt tearing agony coming from every part of his body, especially his chest, belly, and both arms, where the pain burned fiercely.

Above him were mottled tree shadows and a somewhat glaring sky. He turned his still-dizzy head slightly and saw Shikamaru sitting beside him, as well as Yakumo and Tenten talking quietly not far away.

"Shikamaru—" Choji's voice was hoarse and weak. He tried to prop himself up, but the moment he put strength into his arm, it tugged at his wounds, making him grimace in pain.

"How did we—end up like this?"

"I think—I got hit by a hedgehog?"

His last memory still lingered on the instant he had transformed into the "Human Bullet Tank" and charged toward that white-haired boy with the conviction of crushing everything in his path. After that, there had only been indescribable agony and darkness.

"Careful." Shikamaru hurriedly reached out and pressed down on Choji's shoulder, stopping him from moving around, while signaling to Tenten with his eyes.

Tenten immediately understood. She came over with a medicine bottle and a water pouch, carefully helped Choji's upper body up, fed him some water, and checked his bandaged wounds.

"Don't move around. The bleeding only just stopped." Shikamaru looked at the brows furrowed from pain on Choji's honest face, and it didn't feel good either.

"We lost, Choji. Completely."

"Right now... I guess we count as their prisoners."

"Lost?" Choji blinked his still somewhat dazed little eyes as his memories gradually returned. He remembered that monstrous boy with bone spikes growing all over his body, and the terrifying sensation of his enlarged body being easily torn open.

He lowered his head, looked at the