July 14, early morning, Konoha Village.
With faint dark circles under his eyes, Shiba Kiyosumi was jolted awake by sunlight shooting into the room. He wriggled over and planned to keep sleeping soundly.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something important. He shot upright, making the already rather tiny bed creak loudly beneath him.
"Damn it..." Kiyosumi scratched his back, stretched with extreme impatience, and began to change clothes.
After a while, he looked at himself in the mirror. His thick eyebrows knitted together, deepening the lines on his forehead. "I wonder which bastard dragged me into this sissy world. These ninja clothes are so damn flashy!"
Kiyosumi held the clothes in his wardrobe in utter disdain, but what annoyed him even more was the biological routine carved into his body's instincts:
He got up at this exact time every day, meditated and trained, then eagerly ran to the Ninja Academy to babysit a bunch of children whose butt cheeks were still smaller than his palm.
Who could a tough-as-nails man put up with that? Well, Kiyosumi mainly couldn't. He was used to living like a roughneck, and dealing with all that child-rearing domestic nonsense left him completely at a loss.
"Forget it, forget it. Raising children is just like leading troops into battle. The main thing is to be ruthless! You need manliness! Just like that man on the far left of Hokage Rock. He claps his hands like this, and whoosh—a whole forest of trees shoots out of perfectly flat ground!"
Kiyosumi couldn't help gazing into the distance. When he recalled the strangeness of this world from his fragmented memories, he had been shocked. Good grief, even the Italian Cannon couldn't compare to these burly men casually shouting, could it?!
Excellent. Extremely manly!
Kiyosumi ran to the refrigerator, stuffed