Shinobi World: I, Kisame Hoshigaki, Refuse to Be Human Anymore!
Transmigrating into the world of shinobi, I was reborn as Kisame Hoshigaki. “As a dam maintenance worker, it’s perfectly reasonable for me to carry two hundred pounds of lime with me at all times, isn’t it?” “The so-called ‘unlimited taijutsu’—you focus on the martial arts, I’ll handle the unlimited part.” I steal, swindle, rob, cheat my creditors, assault the elderly, bully children, never play by the rules of the shinobi, and often eliminate my superiors and employers… Yet I know, deep down, that I am a good shinobi. I possess a bodhisattva’s heart, a visage of diamond, and the methods of a demon. I walk through the darkness of the shinobi world, yet pursue a radiant future where every person is as mighty as a dragon. I am Kisame Hoshigaki, born a bottom-feeder, and I swear that one day, I will shatter this tiresome world ruled by the tyranny of bloodlines.
Shinobi World: I, Kisame Hoshigaki, Refuse to Be Human Anymore!
“Your life must have been difficult.”
“Itachi, in those final moments before you died, did you finally see yourself clearly?”
“I wish I could see it too, the Infinite Tsukuyomi... Only there is the world truly real, without a trace of deception.”
“Hoshigaki Kisame, I will remember you for the rest of my life.”
...
Fragments of memory surged like the tide.
On a dam somewhere at the border of the Land of Water, twelve-year-old Kisame jolted awake from his midday nap, his head splitting with pain and cold sweat beading on his brow.
It seemed this young shinobi had just woken from a nightmare.
Instinctively, he gripped his ninja blade and scanned his surroundings, but everything was as it should be—his fellow ninja patrolled or rested nearby, and a group of workers busied themselves repairing the dam that had been sabotaged by enemy hands.
Kisame’s expression shifted several times before he finally rose and made his way to the water’s edge, gazing down at the clear, tranquil surface.
Reflected in the water was the face of a boy, still tinged with innocence.
Bluish skin, short blue hair spiked upright. Those signature dead-fish eyes, and the gill-like markings on each cheek, reminiscent of a shark.
The first impression this face gave wasn’t exactly ugly—just unusual, distinctive. But there was no denying that this half-formed visage was not one destined for a leading role; you could almost see the words “villain” and “minion” written across it.
Staring at his reflection, Kisame suddenly laughed.
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