Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 1: The Third Hokage defeated the Nine-Tailed Fox with Shuriken

"Now, please invite Roger to the stage to read his winning essay."

"The Third Hokage defeated the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox with a Shuriken."

Teacher Iruka stood at the podium and glanced gently at the students in the classroom.

Finally, his eyes fell on Roger in the first row.

"Everyone welcomes you with applause."

There was a perfunctory applause in the classroom.

Roger slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and walked up to the podium.

He took his composition, calmed himself down, and then read it aloud.

In fact, Roger has a secret that is unknown to others.

He is a time traveler.

After a sudden accident, he inexplicably traveled to the world of Naruto and became an orphan whose parents had both died.

His parents died forever in the year of the Nine-Tailed Fox Rebellion.

From then on, Roger could only live on the pension given to orphans by Konoha Village and the meager family assets left by his parents.

Roger has no surname and is not a second-generation ninja from the ninja clan.

After his parents passed away, he carefully searched through various relics in his home, hoping to find clues that might indicate his connection with the Senju clan.

But in the end, he had to accept a cruel fact.

He is not a descendant of the disbanded Senju clan.

He is just an ordinary person and has nothing to do with the Otsutsuki clan.

Roger's ancestors did not move to the village and settle down until after the establishment of Konoha Village, when his grandfather's generation moved to the village.

Although he can barely be considered the master of Konoha in the Land of Fire.

But they can be compared with those old Konoha ninja flags whose ancestors followed the first Hokage to establish Konoha Village.

If the roots are not straight, the seedlings will not be red.

He's a stinky outsider who came to Konoha Village to beg for food.

However, Roger relied on his extraordinary diligence and unremitting efforts, studying hard day and night and working hard internally.

Finally, he successfully entered the Ninja School and squeezed into the class where the second generation of the village were.

Successfully became a glorious NPC.

That’s right, it’s NPC.

At first, Roger did quite well in his class.

It’s just that the actual combat results are a little worse.

His ninja talent is quite average. Even compared with ordinary children, he has no advantage, not to mention those second-generation ninjas and Otsutsuki monsters.

During the actual combat, Roger felt that he and his opponent were two completely different species.

Despite his poor actual performance, Roger's theoretical results have helped him to gain back a lot of points.

But Master Ying taught him a good lesson.

The King with a Broad Forehead and Curled Inwards is as strong as a monster and cannot be defeated no matter how hard one tries.

There are also different levels of scroll kings.

Although it was very embarrassing, even though Roger was a second-generation human, he was defeated by Sakura after only one semester ahead.

Fortunately, the overall score is slightly higher than that of Mr. Ying.

However, Luo Jie was born in the same year as Sasuke.

This means that when he is seventeen years old, he will inevitably be involved in the Fourth Ninja World War.

For Roger, the dream of becoming invincible in the ninja world and becoming the second Six Paths Sage before this war was probably only possible in his dreams.

So, instead of being an insignificant filler baby, hang on a tree and wait for death.

It’s better to continue to be a living person and hang on a tree waiting to die.

It seems that I can only be a gigolo and wait for death.

His thoughts drifted in memories, and before he knew it, Roger had reached the end of the composition.

He stood up straight, raised his head high, and said the last words in a loud and affectionate voice: "Hokage-sama's kindness is not over yet!"

The voice echoed in the classroom, as if carrying his most ardent admiration for the Sandaime Hokage.

Teacher Iruka on the side was the first to applaud, a pleased smile on his face.

Those students who were originally drowsy in their seats were awakened by the sudden applause. They forced themselves to be alert and weakly joined in the applause.

Not loyal at all.

It seems that I can only treat them to purple eggs.

"Okay, please go back to your seat, Roger, and we will continue the lecture." Roger walked slowly back to his seat with the winning essay.

Roger returned to his seat and listened to Teacher Iruka's lecture.

Being a good student, he unknowingly found his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, his head drooping gradually, and he eventually fell asleep in class.

The pink-haired king of curls, who was sitting not far away, accidentally caught a glimpse of the sleeping Roger, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

On weekdays, Roger is her strong rival in study.

Although neither of them has outstanding practical abilities, the competition in theoretical results is very fierce.

Now she was secretly happy when she saw her opponent falling asleep in class.

Little Roger is nothing but a traitor and a worthless person!

I have to say that Roger's appearance is indeed very outstanding, and he is not inferior to his classmate Uchiha Sasuke.

The two are of different types.

There is no need to say much about Sasuke. Roger is a sunny and cheerful type with a smile as bright as the sun. He exudes a cheerful and positive atmosphere and can attract a lot of attention wherever he goes.

He is simply the spiritual successor to the Fourth Hokage and is known as "Aosui Ko".

But unfortunately, Sakura likes Sasuke, who has a cold appearance but strong strength. He is her idol and the object of her admiration.

It's a bit of a masochistic tendency.

Sakura often argued with her best friend Ino over who was more handsome, Roger or Sasuke.

Every time they quarreled, they both got red in the face.

……

In the dream, Roger felt that his body was like a meteor that had escaped from its orbit, falling rapidly and uncontrollably.

The feeling of weightlessness made his heart tighten, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

After falling for an unknown amount of time, Roger's body suddenly shook and hit a seat heavily. He felt a hard touch under his butt, which brought the endless feeling of falling to an abrupt end.

Roger slowly opened his eyes, and the scene before him made his eyes widen instantly.

The surroundings were filled with thick gray fog, as if we were in an illusory world.

He was in a huge hall and happened to be sitting in one of the seats.

Right in front of him, a round table stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

As time passed, the thick gray fog began to slowly dissipate, and the surrounding scenery gradually became clearer.

Only then did Roger realize that there was a seat on each side of him.

Sitting upright on the seat on the left was a burly man who was over three meters tall.

That huge body was full of oppression.

However, when Roger saw the big man's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but feel surprised.

The big man's face was surprisingly similar to his own, just like himself who had grown up and undergone metamorphosis.

On the seat on the other side, there was a little guy standing.

Roger looked closely and everything went dark before his eyes.

Milk dragon?

But he soon found something wrong. The color of this little thing was different from that of the milk dragon.

It turned out to be the invincible Charmander!
"Gahwa~Gahwa~Gahwa~"

Charmander raised its head and shouted excitedly at Roger, the clear voice echoing in the silent hall.

Unfortunately, Roger had no idea what it was saying.

Can you speak some human language?

At this moment, the burly man next to him slowly stood up.

The big man looked at Roger and spoke in Chinese.

The voice was low and rich.

"Oh, finally a new person?"

The big man paused for a moment and continued, "Although you've probably guessed it, I still want to say it again."

"Come and touch it."

"Myself in another world."

As soon as the big man finished speaking, the little fire dragon jumped to Roger's seat, stretched out its claws, and gently touched Roger's shoulder.

In an instant, a large amount of memories flooded into Roger's mind like a tide.

Strangely, Roger didn't feel the slightest bit of discomfort, as if these memories had always belonged to him.

All this is so natural.

(End of this chapter)