TPMITWON Chapter 2: Truly Silly and Stupid

Souta lay sprawled on the floor, his body covered in burns and blood flowing from his forehead. Souta's breath was ragged, but his eyes remained open, staring at the robot that was now shattered into pieces.

However, what was surprising was Souta's expression.

There was no regret there.

Only calmness.

Souta was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. He worked hard, earned scholarships, took out loans, and built his robotics business from scratch. All for one simple goal—to create the ideal family that Souta never had.

His robots were not just creations. They were dreams that Souta had brought to life.

And now, ironically, Souta would die because of his own creation.

Souta smiled weakly.

"Hahaha... truly silly and stupid."

That whisper became his last words before Souta's eyes slowly closed, swallowed by darkness.

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Somewhere, in a simple room, a young boy appeared restless. Cold sweat trickled down the boy's temples, his breath was rapid, and his body trembled slightly. Then, suddenly—

"Haaah... Haah... Haah..."

The boy woke up, his chest rising and falling with his irregular breaths. His pitch-black eyes looked confused as he scanned the room in a panic. The boy's short, dark blue hair was messy, reflecting the chaos happening in his mind.

However, in an instant, the boy's eyes widened as he stared intently out the window.

Outside, the atmosphere seemed so calm. There were no loud vehicle noises, no neon lights, no skyscrapers.

But why did the boy's heart feel so restless?

The boy then looked around the room again—and something strange began to dawn on him.

Everything in this room... was made of sand?

The walls, the floor, even the bed where the boy had been sleeping—all made of compacted sand. Strange, but even more surprising, the bed felt quite comfortable, as if the sand could mold itself to his body.

How could this be possible?!

But before the boy could process this oddity, something outside the window caught his attention again.

A group of people leaped from one building to another with agile and swift movements, like scenes the boy often saw on screen. Their movements were so natural, so light, as if the laws of gravity did not apply to them.

And at that moment, the boy's body tensed.

His gaze sharpened, and his head slowly turned to survey the sandy area that felt so familiar.

"It can't be... This..."

The boy swallowed hard.

"Are those... ninjas from the anime Naruto...?"

His voice trembled as he murmured, accompanied by an awkward smile that was far from convincing.

However, an uneasy feeling gnawed at the boy. Something was off—something he didn't want to believe, but was slowly becoming a reality.

Without thinking twice, the boy jumped down from his sand bed and rushed to the window.

And there, the horror was laid bare before his eyes.

This entire place, all the towering buildings—were made of sand.

"No... It can't be!"

The boy's heart raced, cold sweat pouring down his temples.

"Why do I have to be in the world of Naruto?! On top of that..."

The boy's eyes darted wildly, taking in every corner of the room that now felt so strange and real at the same time.

"This... Isn't this Sunagakure?!"

The boy was shocked, his breath quickening.

"Why am I not in Konoha? This poorest village... Oh my God, this is serious!"