Wiped Out in Naruto

The evening glow filtered through leisurely clouds, stubbornly holding back the arrival of night.

The fiery sunset clouds dyed the white curtains a beautiful golden red.

A gentle breeze drifted through the open window into the hospital room, sending the curtains fluttering along with it, dreamlike and surreal.

A boy lay on the hospital bed, bandaged in many places. Perhaps the sunset clouds were too dazzling, or perhaps the breeze happened to brush across his cheek and stir his pale yellow hair. The boy, who had been unconscious for a long time, suddenly fluttered his eyelashes. As his eyes opened and closed, a pair of pale green eyes gradually regained their light.

--Where was this?

--Had he been saved?

Zhong Xingran laboriously raised his hand and looked through the gaps between his fingers at the unfamiliar ceiling.

People were born unequal!

He did not know who had said that, but it had been vividly proven throughout Zhong Xingran's brief life across two lifetimes.

Never mind his previous life. He had finally arrived in the world of Naruto, only to become a talentless nobody. It hit Zhong Xingran hard.

This was the ninja world. Living a mediocre life and then dying inexplicably in the fallout of some war was not how a transmigrator should die.

Only by becoming a Kage-level, or even Six Paths level, powerhouse and experiencing the magnificent sights of the ninja world would this transmigration be worthwhile.

Zhong Xingran—who should be called Yamanaka Xingran in this life—was thirteen years old, an ordinary Genin of Konoha's Yamanaka Clan.

He had been transmigrated for more than a year now. He had just safely survived the incident where Obito unleashed the Nine-Tails in Konoha. When Xingran had first transmigrated, he had been overjoyed. Who would not be happy to live another life? Moreover, the body he had transmigrated into was just right: a fresh graduate of the Konoha Ninja Academy, the standard starting age for a transmigrator.

Unfortunately, Xingran soon realized something was wrong. He was a dead last. Although the original story had the rule that dead lasts became ridiculously strong later on, that only applied to the young powerhouse generation.

What monsters were there in Obito's class?

How many young powerhouses were in Naruto's class?

Yet Xingran's class came right after Mitaraishi Anko's.

Mitaraishi Anko's class, as well as Kakashi's class before hers, had happened to encounter the outbreak of the Third Shinobi World War. Many exceptionally talented ninjas had graduated early and headed to the battlefield. Xingran's class, however, had entered just as the war situation became clear. The already scarce elite early graduations were canceled, and the normal school-year system was restored. As a dead last, Xingran had even less chance to gain battlefield experience.

Normal also meant ordinary. Xingran's class, and many classes after it, were full of average goods, himself included.

Still, being mediocre was not entirely without benefits. At least he had safely lived to the age of twelve, graduated from the Ninja Academy, and gloriously become a Konoha Genin who searched for cats, caught dogs, and occasionally picked up trash to maintain the environment.

He was unwilling to accept it, but what use was that?

People were born unequal. Some were born with Red Eye or cataracts, while Xingran did not even have osteoporosis.

Naruto was also known as the Legend of Eye Techniques: Five Village Brawl. The key was not the Five Village Brawl, but the Legend of Eye Techniques before it.

Without the bloodline of Kaguya's family, it was impossible to make it here.

As a talentless Genin who had not graduated until the age of twelve—in Konoha 49—the village leaders had no intention of letting Xingran go to the battlefield to experience the tail end of the Third Shinobi World War. Staying in the village and properly serving the people was the correct way to make use of a useless thing.

The days that followed consisted of all sorts of minor, tedious, and dull missions. Xingran had done them for more than a year. A week ago, his team leader, a Chunin, had finally deemed them qualified to accept B-rank missions. Yet only days after the team left the village, something went wrong.

Summer, Konoha 50.

They had been wiped out! Completely and mercilessly wiped out.

It was not that Xingran's team was too useless. It was simply that, aside from those few big names with plenty of screen time, most Konoha ninjas were quite weak. Thus, the entire team had been wiped out.

Konoha's mission rank descriptions were also the standard used by most ninja villages in the ninja world.

Super S-rank: Top-secret matters concerning multiple nations. Undertaken at another country's request or for personal needs.

S-rank: Confidential matters concerning national affairs. Joining wars at another country's request. Missions with rewards exceeding one million ryo. Assassinating important figures, stealing classified documents, and so on.

A-rank: Missions concerning the movements of a nation or village. Joining wars at another country's request. Reward missions ranging from 150,000 to one million ryo. Protecting important figures, eliminating ninja forces, and so on.

B-rank: Missions concerning individuals, undertaken at personal request. Missions with rewards between 50,000 and 150,000 ryo. Protecting individuals, with hostile ninjas involved below Chunin level.

C-rank: Missions concerning individuals, undertaken at personal request. Missions with rewards between 10,000 and 50,000 ryo. Protecting individuals with no combat involved, delivering confidential documents, and so on.

D-rank: Extremely trivial missions, undertaken at personal request. Missions with rewards between 500 and 10,000 ryo. Everything from finding pets to picking up trash.

(P.S.: Many readers do not know much about certain minor details, so this book would explain them whenever they came up.)

That B-rank mission had resulted in heavy casualties for the team. Unfortunately, he had been severely injured and unconscious early on, so he could not say exactly how many had died. When he woke again, he was already lying in this hospital bed.

"Tap, tap, tap..." Footsteps approached from outside the room. For some reason, Xingran found them exceptionally grating.

In truth, Xingran had no conflict with the owner of those footsteps. He did not even know whose footsteps they were. It was just that ever since waking up again, he had felt that this room's soundproofing was terribly poor. Not only were passing footsteps unusually loud, but he could even clearly hear people talking in the rooms upstairs and downstairs.

Just as Xingran was privately criticizing Konoha Hospital's increasingly outdated facilities and thinking it should be renovated, the room door was pushed open.

The ninja world had all kinds of bizarre clothing styles. Most of them looked quite good, but some were truly unbearable. What Xingran most wanted to complain about was the attire of the doctors and nurses here.

A nurse dressed like a chemical warfare soldier pushed a medicine cart into Xingran's hospital room.

"Yamanaka Xingran, you're awake? Mm, your constitution is very good. Your wounds need their medicine changed every three hours. Lie down now..." The nurse's voice came through a thick mask, somewhat distorted.

The medical workers' clothes were too bulky. Unless one looked closely, an ordinary person would not even know whether they were male or female. Xingran obediently lay down on the bed, like a naked dead pig, while the nimble female nurse turned him over and fussed with him for a while.

As the nurse worked deftly, the last ray of sunlight outside the window finally vanished beyond the horizon with the passage of time.

The dim light in the room made the nurse pause slightly. Then she casually switched on the lamp above the head of the bed.

As the light flashed on, Xingran's eyes took a moment to adjust. He blinked a few times before feeling better. Then, suddenly, his gaze froze.

Miss Nurse, what kind of ninjutsu was this? Naruto's Sexy Jutsu? Quick, put your clothes back on!

(P.S.: Xiaoran's new book asks for recommendations and bookmarks. This time, the main outline and detailed outline took a long time to refine, so the writing should go smoothly. Dear readers, please look forward to it.)