He had lived two lives.
In his previous life, Liumu had never imagined he would see a day like this.
Work, sleep, eat.
His old life had revolved around those three things.
Like every other corporate drone, he had no free time of his own and rarely had a chance to chat up girls on the street.
Time was a cost.
And many people could not afford that cost.
He had finally found a girlfriend, a campus beauty at that, but at the crucial moment, heaven had played an enormous joke on him.
Transmigration!
Liumu had certainly loved Naruto once.
From middle school through college.
Every week, he would watch each new anime episode as soon as it came out.
But how could he have imagined back then that he would transmigrate into this world of ninja?
Like the protagonists of all those novels, he had a lonely, miserable lot, without friends or family.
Heaven had even stripped him of every last bit of talent for becoming a ninja.
He had thought he would waste away his life, obediently playing the role of an anonymous bystander when Kaguya finally trapped everyone in the world in an illusion, waiting for Prince to come to the rescue. Yet he had awakened a system.
And his luck had been good. He was practically the chosen one.
The very first template he drew had been Saitama's.
He had gained unrivaled strength.
From that moment on, he had understood.
Or rather, he had figured out what he wanted.
He would use the power the system gave him to change the course of Naruto.
Unfortunately...
He had saved Obito.
He had saved Kakashi too.
But events were unfolding in a direction unfamiliar to Liumu.
Who was this new Masked Man?
And Yahiko seemed to be hiding