Reborn as Tahm in Naruto

Time: One year ago.

Location: Earth, inside someone's home.

Heh? Insta-locking Yasuo to steal the lane, are we? And still talking trash? You think I can't deal with you?

A young man sneered, reaching up to adjust the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Facing a situation like this, there is only one way to teach a teammate a lesson: pick the River King, Tahm, and use the ultimate skill "Devour" to ensure every trash-talking teammate learns that loose lips sink ships. The youth silently selected the hero, slammed his mouse down, and clicked confirm.

Kneel before the great tongue of my Tahm! Hahahaha!

The sneer on the young man's face grew increasingly sinister.

Time: Present.

Location: Ninja World, Mount Myoboku.

Mount Myoboku is truly worthy of being the dojo of one of the three great sages; the mountains are lush, the waters are clear, and the natural energy drifting in the air is so rich it makes one want to cultivate immortality. The lakes are so clear you can see the bottom, and the amber-like surface clearly reflects the silhouette of our protagonist.

No. It's a toad-silhouette—

Looking at the fat, dark-skinned toad figure in the reflection, then looking at his own short limbs, he realized that even the slightest movement caused ripples to spread across his chubby body. His mouth, which couldn't even be described by the word "basin," hung open, with a massive, long tongue lazily dangling out.

"Looking at it this way, I actually look kind of cute, heh."

"No! How could I think that!" Our protagonist, Tahm, covered his face with his short hands, though they couldn't even begin to cover that massive mug. "Has the time spent transmigrating been so long that my aesthetic sense has been ruined?"

Tahm couldn't help but recall that game of League of Legends a year ago that changed his fate. "If I had known that what I picked would determine what I transmigrated into, I wouldn't have picked Tahm! I should have at least picked a pretty boy like Ezreal or a muscular hunk like Garen. Truly, you can't act on impulse in games, you can't play while emotional!"

Thinking back on the experiences of this past year, it was a tale of blood and tears with nowhere to vent.

He had appeared in Mount Myoboku for no reason, and the moment he arrived, he was beaten black and blue by the local toads who took him for an intruder. Later, he was inexplicably saved by Sage Fukasaku, who sat firmly in the second-in-command seat of Mount Myoboku, and became his disciple. For a year, he practiced chakra, but no matter how he studied, he only learned one ninjutsu—the unique technique used by the toads of Mount Myoboku to catch flying insects: the "Tongue Stretch Technique." The most terrifying part was that the food he ate every day consisted of fresh, delicious, crunchy live bugs!!!

"Tahm, it's your turn to go on stage." Sage Fukasaku appeared silently behind Tahm, interrupting his trip down memory lane.

"Finally, this day has come, haha!" Tahm laughed, his large tongue shaking uncontrollably. "If I win this trial, I'll have the qualifications to go to the Ninja World, right?"

Yes, for a year, Tahm had constantly requested to go to the Ninja World to work, only to be rejected by Sage Fukasaku with reasons like "your strength is insufficient, you'll get yourself killed, you need to pass the clan trial." Only now did he have the chance to participate in the Ninja Toad Trial Tournament, which only happened once every few years at Mount Myoboku.

"Of course, but with your strength of only knowing one ninjutsu, I advise you to cultivate for a few more years." Sage Fukasaku was a bit worried. How could he not know his own disciple? He couldn't even learn the Toad Water Gun that even the children of Mount Myoboku knew; he only learned a skill for catching bugs. With this kind of strength, he was only fit to be dinner in Mount Myoboku!

"It's fine, don't worry, Teacher." Tahm was quite confident in himself. Although his body had become a toad after transmigrating, this body was the genuine article of a Rift hero. A single flick of his tongue could shatter rock, and although his legs were short, they were authentic toad legs capable of jumping dozens of meters, easily outclassing human Olympic champions. Even though his body was a two-meter-tall fat toad, he was exceptionally agile and could race a motorcycle. He truly enjoyed the feeling of being a superman. However, if he had a choice, he would still prefer to be a shut-in on Earth; at least he would have a human form.

"This kid has never engaged in actual combat before; he probably thinks his physical stats are pretty good," Sage Fukasaku thought with some anticipation. "Once he gets beaten up on the trial grounds, he should become a lot more obedient and stay here to cultivate properly."

Let's go! Tahm happily held his big belly, his large tongue swinging wantonly in the air, using his actions to interpret what it meant to be a flexible fat man as he sprinted toward the trial grounds.

He shouted as he ran: Old man Fukasaku, hurry up, I'm going all out, don't get left behind!

Having lived for many years and even personally training the Sannin Jiraiya, the old Sage Fukasaku had black lines on his forehead. This brat, does he really think he's running fast at that speed?

However, Tahm was completely immersed in his own world. With every step, the space shifted, and the scenery vanished like a shuttle without leaving any afterimages in his dynamic vision. The whole world seemed to slow down and then speed up. This feeling was mysterious and profound; if the character weren't a toad, this posture of sprinting through the mountains would have made people from his past life exclaim, "A master of ancient martial arts has emerged! Master, please accept this disciple's bow! Fellow Daoist, please stay your step!"

Before long, Tahm ran to the trial dojo. A crowd of toads was already seated around it. The dojo floor was already pitted as if it had been trampled by several mammoths. One toad was already covered in wounds and had lost consciousness, lying on the ground, being dragged out of the arena by a worker toad holding its feet.

This trial is a bit violent. Tahm's large face twitched, and his big tongue stopped shaking. After all, he had never actually fought before; was it really okay for his first battle to be this bloody?

"Next match," the host toad raised his voice, "Tahm versus Toad White!" A burst of cheers erupted all around. The watching toads didn't hold back their support, whispering to each other:

"Croak, is Tahm that toad who had the dumb luck to be taken as a disciple by Sage Fukasaku?" said a toad filled with envy and jealousy.

"Yeah, to be favored by Sage Fukasaku, his strength must be extraordinary. This match will be exciting," said a battle-fanatic toad.

"He looks quite dashing too, I'd love to date him," said a love-struck toad.

Well, Tahm's smooth, dark skin was actually very popular in Mount Myoboku; he was an absolute beauty. Er... beautiful toad?

Tahm couldn't help but relax his mindset. It wasn't just because of the audience's support and high expectations, but also because he knew Toad White, the toad he was fighting. He was a toad who couldn't even speak clearly and was a bit slow, though his personality was very sincere and he never lied. He looked just like the typical sidekick character in a novel, not like a powerful expert.

"Come on, use your full strength! Toad White, I won't hold back." Tahm said confidently. After all, novels always said that this was how you respected an opponent and displayed the demeanor of a great expert like himself.

"Croak, okay, please go easy on me." Toad White pulled a human-sized iron rod from behind his back and spoke slowly: "I am... going to... attack. Please."

Stop talking and just do it! Tahm was getting a bit impatient. He grabbed his long tongue with his hand and used Tahm's signature taunt skill, flicking his large tongue with his finger. It sounded like a musical instrument, emitting a strange sound like a plucked string: "Ding—"

Before the sound had even dissipated in the air, a toad-silhouette suddenly appeared in his field of vision, growing larger and larger. Following it was the sound of an iron rod tearing through the air.

Huh? How could he be this fast? His dynamic vision, which he had been so proud of since transmigrating, hadn't reacted at all. In the blink of an eye, all Tahm could manage was a moment of shock.

However, before his thoughts could even unfold, what arrived first was a large iron rod, which smashed fiercely into Tahm's big face. Tahm's massive body deformed like a ball being struck and flew outward.

So painful!

Flying backward in the air, Tahm wanted to cry:

This kid was actually playing the pig to eat the tiger!

What kind of creature is Tahm? According to official data, the designers fused the characteristics of over a dozen aquatic animals to create him. Because he ran out of Mount Myoboku in this book, the entire Ninja World calls him a toad; everyone, please don't get hung up on it (/ω＼)