Naruto: I start with one door, and I can open it infinitely.

boom--

"grass……"

In the dimly lit bedroom, a hand slammed angrily on the wooden table, and the mouse clicked off episode 584 of the Naruto anime on the screen, the episode in which Neji died.

Although I had already seen the ending in the short video, I still couldn't help but click on the Naruto anime. As a Naruto fan, I still couldn't get over Neji's death and almost broke my mouse. I don't plan to watch Naruto anymore.

clatter--

The lighter ignited, Lin Chuan lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and let out a soft sigh in the darkness. He felt that being born into this world with such a strong capacity for empathy was a form of torture…

He slowly got up, grasped the doorknob by the moonlight, and wanted to go out for some fresh air. He didn't even want to play the Naruto game anymore.

click-

He had just opened and closed the door when he was completely dumbfounded. Even a fool could see something was wrong with the change before him. It was night just a moment ago, but now it was daytime, and he had a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Holy crap, the cigarette's gone, and my hands' gotten smaller..."

Looking down, he realized he wasn't wearing shoes, his pants had holes, he was standing barefoot in the mud, and his palms and fingers looked shrunken.

Did we time travel?

Just as he was wondering, before he could think any further and take in the dilapidated wooden buildings and thatched huts, he was grabbed by a man with a samurai sword at his waist and roughly dragged toward the high walls and courtyard in the distance.

The two arrived at the luxurious manor, where he saw the man dressed as a warrior take out a crystal-clear jade pendant and hand it to a richly dressed, chubby boy, bowing his head and saying, "Sir, this is the little thief who stole your things..."

"Holy crap!" Lin Chuan's heart trembled violently. Was this guy crazy? That jade pendant was crystal clear and obviously very valuable. He saw that it was taken out of the samurai's pocket. Wasn't he the scapegoat?

"no……"

Snapped--

Just as Lin Chuan was about to speak in his defense, a resounding slap landed on his face, making his head buzz and his ears ring so loudly that he could hear nothing else. Blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth—his tooth had been knocked out. A curse followed...

"You brat, you dare lie again? I'll beat you to death..."

Lin Chuan stared at the massive soles of the wooden clogs about to descend upon him, and could only raise his thin, dark arms, resigned to his fate. He never imagined that he would die so soon after transmigrating; what bad luck!

These people were speaking Japanese and dressed in traditional Japanese attire. Unfortunately, he knew some Japanese because he liked Japanese anime and had taken Japanese as an elective when he was in a third-rate university.

Later, seeing the gradually increasing trade volume between China and Japan, he knew he had made the right choice, and then he became a translator.

Before he could even get to know the Japanese girl, the little devils started acting inhumanely, dumping nuclear wastewater into the ocean, severely impacting various imported products, especially seafood. As a result, he lost his job at the age of thirty, which is why he could barely understand what these little devils were saying.

But the samurai forbade him to speak, so even if he could understand and speak, he wouldn't have the chance to open his mouth...

"Wait..."

The voice of the chubby nobleman suddenly rang out, stopping the samurai's violent actions. The samurai immediately withdrew his feet and respectfully stepped aside, and Lin Chuan also lowered his thin arm.

Just when he thought he was saved, a large group of ragged beggars, all of whom were worthless old, weak, sick and disabled, knelt down on the muddy ground beside him.

Then, he witnessed the most breathtaking scene of his life...

"Those who escape, all of them, will be beheaded..."

The chubby boy, dressed in fancy clothes, simply waved his hand, and the group of people dressed like beggars were beheaded, blood splattering everywhere, a bloody and cruel scene.

For a modern person living in a peaceful era, the impact of this scene was unparalleled. Lin Chuan was stunned, unable to react even when hot blood splattered on his face. As an adult living in modern times, his mouth remained agape for a long time.

With the old, weak, sick, and disabled all beheaded, only a few weeping women and children remained, and their fate was about to be sealed. Finally, it was his turn.

"Escape, I have to escape," Lin Chuan bit his tongue hard, using the pain to force himself to calm down. He was determined to escape. He turned his head to look around, and his face turned ashen. He collapsed to the ground.

All around him stood samurai with swords. How could he, a malnourished, skinny little boy, possibly escape?

It's still raining, and he'll be caught within ten steps. He has no chance of escaping; he'll only be beheaded...

"Lord Tobirama, I will propose to the Daimyo that we continue to increase the funding for Konoha's development. My only request is that my child attend the ninja academy that Lord Tobirama is currently building, so that my silly boy can learn something..."

Ahh, ahhhhh—

"What's going on?" Tobirama Senju looked in the direction of the voice and saw a group of women and children crying and screaming in terror in the rain.

Seeing the strange look in Tobirama Senju's eyes, the middle-aged man, who bore a striking resemblance to the chubby, richly dressed boy, was enraged upon witnessing the bloody scene in the backyard. He angrily kicked the boy and cursed loudly.

"You damned bastard, all you ever do is kill, kill, kill! Don't you know we have important guests today?"

"Ah, I was wrong, Father, please stop hitting me!" The chubby boy instantly lost his life-or-death power and was beaten by his father, crying and begging for mercy.

Seeing Tobirama Senju's displeased expression and even as he turned to leave, the middle-aged fat man muttered a curse, "What bad luck, kick all these people out..."

The middle-aged fat man hurriedly caught up with Tobirama Senju, but seeing a ninja in black armor talking beside Tobirama, he had to slow down, not daring to eavesdrop.

"Lord Tobirama, we've investigated. These tenant farmers couldn't pay their land taxes, so they tried to escape, but were caught and beheaded to intimidate the other tenant farmers..."

As Tobirama Senju waved his hand, the Anbu members beside him left, and a portly middle-aged man stepped forward with a broad smile on his face to continue discussing the matter of increasing construction funds for Konoha.

However, neither of them noticed that among the crowd about to be beheaded, a child stared blankly at their departing figures, and breathed a sigh of relief, finally saved.

But the crisis was not over, because he was in the know and knew clearly that he had not stolen the jade pendant. The warrior who had captured him was staring at him with a sinister gaze, wanting to tear him to pieces.

He left the manor with the group of women, not daring to look back at all, knowing that the warriors were definitely watching him.

When he returned to the dilapidated wooden hut he had been in before his transmigration, he turned around and saw the samurai who had brought him there. The samurai gave him a cruel smile, glanced at the distant sun, and then turned and left.

He immediately understood what the samurai meant. He was running out of time and would surely die after dark. In a territory ruled by nobles, between a samurai with a sword and a malnourished child, it was obvious who would die.

Moreover, that was Tobirama Senju just now, with his white hair, Konoha headband, and blue armor. Who else could it be but the Second Hokage from Naruto? He really did transmigrate, and into the Naruto world no less.

When he transmigrated, he remembered that he couldn't get over Neji's death; his mind was filled with images of Neji's demise. Then he opened the door and transmigrated...

"Wait, the door?" Lin Chuan suddenly thought of something. Looking at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him, he saw a rotten wooden door with a hole in it. He raised his hand and gently pushed the door open...