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Shindai never wanted to be a hero. Born in Sunagakure with a rare Magnet Release and a knack for puppetry, his only goal was to keep a low profile, survive the chaos, and live a peaceful life far from the frontlines. Let the protagonists chase glory—he’d rather nap in the shade. But fate doesn’t care about plans. One day, Shindai is ordered—without room for refusal—to infiltrate Konohagakure as a spy. Before he can even start his double life, his identity is immediately seen through by none other than Minato Namikaze. Worse? The only superior back in Suna who knew about his mission… is dead. Now stranded, exposed, and without allies, Shindai finds himself stuck in Konoha with no backup, no cover story, and no idea what to do next. All he’s got are his Magnet Release bloodline, his puppet tricks, and a whole lot of sarcasm. Can a sarcastic slacker with zero motivation accidentally stumble into greatness? Or will his cover—and his life—crack under pressure? A chaotic, light-hearted ninja misadventure begins!

Hattori , transmigrate to Hidden Sand, Puppet ability with level System.

A modern man, Logan, with a mind for mechanical engineering and a cold eye for strategy, wakes up in the scorching winds of the Land of Wind. He isn't a prodigy of the Uchiha, and he isn't a scion of the Senju. He is Sayo, a low-born in Sunagakure, a village destined for bankruptcy and decline. The odds are stacked against him from day one. The Third Shinobi World War has already begun, and the "Hidden Sand" is being marched straight into a meat grinder by an incompetent Council and a desperate Kazekage. Reborn with a hidden mastery over the forbidden Magnet Release and a genius for reinventing the world’s most lethal puppetry, Souma quickly realizes that being a loyal shinobi is a death sentence. In a world where "The Will of Fire" is a lie and betrayal is a tool of statecraft, simple jutsu aren't enough, you need absolute dominance. Caught between the arrogance of Konoha, the brutality of the Stone, and a village that sees its children as expendable pawns, Souma must navigate the blood-soaked reality of the ninja world. Honor is a luxury he can't afford. Strings are a weakness he won't tolerate. Armed with the laws of magnetism and knowledge of a future he refuses to allow, he faces a world-shattering choice. Can he save the Sand from its own tragic fate? Or will he crush the Great Nations to dust and forge a New Order from the iron in their very blood? _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hey, author here! If you want to see the Sand Village finally get the respect it deserves, drop some Powerstones and leave a review! Your support keeps the gears turning! Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. All original characters and settings belong to their respective creators.

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"I've never once found joy in being a shinobi." The former strongest Cursed Tool crafter, and now the man publicly acknowledged as the greatest Puppeteer—that was the incredibly sincere statement made by Hiiro Rinko. "He simply enjoyed researching various techniques, which happened to include ninjutsu, and that didn't mean he held any particular affection for the profession of a shinobi." "Yes, that's right. Those puppets and those forbidden jutsu were only developed because of my personal hobbies. They weren't meant to target anyone." "In fact, while the overall structural framework of this 'Kishin' follows the basic concepts of Puppet Jutsu, compared to a standard puppet with extra equipment compartments to expand its utility and strike range, the energy system based on Cursed Energy (Jūryoku) reactions is far more suited to my habits." What habits? Naturally, the habit of not needing to talk much when you can just crush any problem with overwhelming power

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Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.