A dizzying spin left Jimo shaking his woozy head.
"So you just transmigrate when you say you will? Is it really this easy nowadays? No need for seven stars aligning or divine lightning from the heavens?"
Jimo was a down-on-his-luck college graduate. He'd only gone out to buy groceries when a tomato grown by his upstairs neighbor took him out in one hit.
It had dropped straight down from the sixth-floor balcony and landed squarely on his crown.
Afterward, his spirit had seen someone claiming to be the Tomato God. The man had said that to make up for the mistake he'd made while proving himself and ascending to godhood, he could use the power of readers to send Jimo to whatever world he wanted.
After much deliberation, Jimo had chosen to become a villager. It definitely wasn't because he wanted to see how big Tsunade was! And it wasn't because he wanted to see whether Mitarashi Anko wore fishnet under her clothes! He definitely didn't want to find out whether Hinata could float! Definitely not!
Then the man claiming to be the Tomato God had conjured a rift into another dimension, said, "Have a good trip!" and kicked Jimo inside.
Jimo rubbed his sore backside. Something wasn't right—it didn't hurt that much.
Then he spotted a yellow-haired, spiky-haired boy lying motionless beside him.
"Did I... land on someone?"
Jimo hurriedly turned the boy over. The whisker marks on his cheeks confirmed his guess.
Had he knocked Naruto out?!
"Congratulations, Host! You have interacted with an important character in the world of Naruto! You have obtained the Anime Skill Template System! Please check it!"
A mechanical voice rang out in Jimo's mind, startling him.
"The Anime Skill Template System?"
"That's right! You could say it's compensation from that so-called Tomato God..."
The emotionless mechanical voice echoed in Jimo's mind.
"Here is your beginner's gift pack. Please choose a skill template from Dragon Ball, One Piece, or Bleach! Please note: This world's combat-power balancing system does not allow combat power to become excessively unbalanced. As a result, overpowered skills from other anime worlds may be suppressed to some degree. Please do not challenge the rules by unleashing your skills at full power."
"What kind of system is this? It's so low-spec!"
Jimo grumbled.
"Please do not insult the system, or your gift pack will be taken away."
"Fine, fine, you win. I choose the Dragon Ball template!"
Jimo answered impatiently. What was there to think about? It was Dragon Ball!
"Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the Young Goku Template. Summon unlocked: Flying Nimbus. Skill unlocked: Rock Paper Scissors. Skill unlocked: Monkey Fist. Skill unlocked: Spinning Fist. Passive ability unlocked: Saiyan Bloodline. Exclusive weapon obtained: Nyoi-Bo (Note: This is not the 13,500-jin one)."
A string of notifications assaulted Jimo's ears.
"Wait! Where's the Kamehameha? What happened to Super Saiyan? And the Spirit Bomb?"
Hearing the words "Young Goku" had given Jimo a bad feeling.
"This system is extremely rigorous. You chose the Dragon Ball growth template, so naturally you start with Young Goku's initial form. Please train hard, Host, and strive to unlock new skills and forms as soon as possible."
Jimo's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. He should've chosen the One Piece template. At least he could've developed a Devil Fruit from the start. Even if he'd drawn Zoro's template, it would've been a pretty strong start.
"So I still have to train myself... What good are you, then?"
"Please don't lose heart, Host. The system will give you an additional perk. Just forward this to three transmigrators to help you out, and you'll..."
"Pinduoduo, get out of Old Tomato's account!"
"Host has refused to forward the message. The system is very sad, but it will still give you the perk. The Seven Color Dragon Ball Bracelet has been unlocked! Within the limits of your abilities, the Seven Color Dragon Ball Bracelet can grant you one wish every year!"
Jimo looked at the bracelet on his wrist, set with seven colorful glass beads.
"Can you wake Naruto up?"
"Sure! Wish granted. Entering a one-year cooldown."
The seven colorful glass beads glowed, then turned gray.
"You..."
Just like that, Jimo had wasted one of his wishes...
"Yow!!! That hurts!"
Naruto slowly came to, clutching the bump on his head and hissing through his teeth.
"Uh... sorry about that..."
Jimo scratched his head. He suddenly realized that his body seemed to have become about twelve years old. He was only a little taller than Naruto.
"It's okay! Just don't climb so high next time!"
Naruto scratched his head and flashed two rows of bright white teeth.
"By the way, I come to this forest all the time, but I've never seen you before!"
Jimo glanced at the two fish on the ground and guessed that Naruto had once again spent his living allowance on paint for a prank. Now he was broke and had to catch fish here to fill his stomach.
"I only got here recently. I couldn't make a living in my village, so I came to Konoha to try my luck..."
"An outsider, huh... No wonder you weren't scared when you saw me," Naruto muttered.
"Oh, right! My name's Jimo. I don't know yours yet!"
"Naruto! Uzumaki Naruto! The man who's going to become Hokage!"
Naruto brushed his finger beneath his nose and struck what he thought was an unbelievably cool pose.
"Hokage, huh!"
"You know about the Hokage too? They're the most powerful people in Konoha!"
The moment the Hokage came up, Naruto started talking nonstop.
Jimo had heard it all so many times his ears were practically calloused, but hearing Naruto tell him about it in person was far more exciting than watching the anime.
As they talked, both their stomachs betrayed them with a growl.
"Hey! I caught a good haul today—two fish! I'll treat you to grilled fish!"
Looking at the yellow-haired, spiky-haired boy in front of him, Jimo thought that Naruto really was something. Even after living in darkness, he could still bring warmth to others.
Naruto went to prepare the fish while Jimo went to look for firewood.
"I remember... Young Goku could chop firewood with his bare hands..."
Jimo walked up to a tree so big it would take two people to wrap their arms around it, then took a deep breath. He punched the trunk, and the tree snapped clean in two.
Jimo rubbed his slightly swollen knuckles. He still hadn't gotten used to the Young Goku template.
After that, Jimo chopped firewood with his bare hands while getting used to Young Goku's strength.
By the time Jimo returned carrying a huge bundle of firewood on the Nyoi-Bo, Naruto had already set up a rack for grilling fish.
"Jimo, what's that? Did you chop down a tree?"
"Yeah."
Naruto stared curiously at the firewood Jimo had brought back.
"You didn't have an axe with you... Why does it look like the wood was snapped apart by some kind of brute force?"
Naruto didn't dwell on it. He lit the firewood and started grilling the fish.
Before long, the delicious grilled fish was ready.
It hadn't been salted, but it still had its own special flavor.
Jimo didn't think it would be enough, so he went back to the river and caught a few more fish. Naruto watched from the side, envious of his fishing skills.
After all, he had to fish for ages just to catch two fish enough to fill his stomach.
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