The howling gale jolted Kaito awake from his dreams.
He opened his sleepy eyes, dazed for a moment, before his mouth slowly fell open in an ‘O’ shape.
“Where…
am I?”
A desolate landscape stretched out before him.
The ground was heavily cratered as if it had been carpet-bombed, and the fierce wind whipped up sand and dirt, constantly pelting his face.
“Pfft, ptui!
What’s going on!
Wasn’t I at home?
Am I dreaming?
A dream this vivid and realistic?”
He tried to raise his hand but found he couldn’t.
Only then did he realize his body was tightly bound by some sort of bandage-like material.
Only his head was exposed, and he seemed to be suspended in mid-air, swaying back and forth.
Completely bewildered and starting to panic, he strained to turn his head, only to be left dumbfounded.
All around him, one object after another—tightly wrapped in bandages without even a head showing—hung from massive tree branches that stretched across the sky.
*Are these…
all people?*
*Did aliens invade?*
Amidst his confusion, Kaito vaguely felt that the scene before him was familiar.
He looked up at the sky.
“…Damn it, I’ve been watching too much anime.”
A blood-red moon hung high, evenly marked with nine pitch-black tomoe.
Beneath the moon, an imposing figure dressed in white, holding a black staff, was locking eyes with Kaito.
“Lord Madara?
Hello, hello.”
Kaito pursed his lips, swallowed hard, and bit down forcefully on his lip.
“It’s a nightmare, wake up already!”
He didn’t wake up.
His lip just hurt.
“No way, did I actually transmigrate?
What the hell kind of timeline is this?
Am I rushing straight into the grand finale?
Where’s my cheat ability?
Save me!”
“To think you can faintly resist the Infinite Tsukuyomi…
I can understand him, but which village’s powerhouse are you?”
Up in the sky, Madara’s voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a hint of surprise.
“To actually hide your strength before me, waiting for a chance to launch a sneak attack?
Hah, sink into the dream world!”
It was Japanese, yet Kaito was surprised to find that he could understand it perfectly, instantly grasping the meaning.
*Lord Madara, you misunderstand!
I’m just a simple Naruto fan, I’m even a fan of yours!*
*Can you let me go?*
*Transmigrating into the Fourth Great Ninja War and taking the Infinite Tsukuyomi straight to the face…
how am I supposed to save myself?
Tell Madara to watch out for Black Zetsu?
Black Zetsu would slaughter me on the spot!*
*It’s better if I do nothing.*
*The Infinite Tsukuyomi will be undone eventually.
Once it is, I’ll run as far away as possible.
As long as I don’t get one-shot by the aftermath of the upcoming battles, I’ll be fine.*
*Seems viable.
Let’s go with that.*
*What a nightmare-difficulty transmigration start.*
*Wait, didn’t Madara also say ‘I can understand him’?*
*Who?
Is someone else resisting the Infinite Tsukuyomi?*
As the bandages gradually wrapped around his face, Kaito hurriedly glanced left and right.
He immediately spotted a pair of glowing serpentine eyes and a long, protruding tongue.
Kaito’s face drained of color.
*Orochimaru!
He’s got his eyes on me!*
*Even if the Infinite Tsukuyomi is undone, I’m going to be dissected!*
“This isn’t nightmare difficulty, this is super invincible nightmare hell abyss difficulty, isn’t it?!”
“Why me?!”