Internet Addiction Evil Fox Building Project

"Hey, this little thing is weird? It's not an explosive tag. Does this kid want to blow up this place?"

"He is too naive. The sealed space is not something that a simple Explosive tag can blow up."

"However, he can turn into an object out of thin air in the sealed space. Hmph, it looks like I have underestimated him."

Kyubi muttered to himself, his huge claws pointing around the computer.

The computer screen appeared on the table, and several icons attracted Kyubi's attention.

He looked closely.

Originally, he could not read, but after spending more than ten years with his predecessor, he could recognize some words.

"My computer, recycle bin, Pokémon Red?" Kyubi read out the icon, full of question marks.

"What are these?" Kyubi, who had been bored for decades, immediately began to study it as if he had encountered a beloved toy.

Soon, he found that the mouse-like prop could control the pointer on the screen.

He immediately shrank his body, covered his fox palm on the mouse, and clicked on all the icons with unfamiliarity.

Finally, coinciding with a double hit, he clicked on the game "Pokémon Red".

The screen went dark, and the game world appeared with flowing light, accompanied by cheerful game music.

In the dark sealed space, a flaming fox sat in front of the computer, with a face focused on controlling the mouse and keyboard, and began his journey to subdue the spirit.

An old man's voice came from the computer: "Welcome to the world of Pokémon. Pokémon are lively, cheerful, spiritual creatures. I am Dr. Oak..."

"Hmph, such a childish style. I will eat this kind of creature one by one." Kyubi muttered with dissatisfaction.

"Three at the start? Hmph, I'm alone is already invincible."

"Since its a game, choose a subordinate, and it'll be you. Little Fire Dragon, you're confident in calling yourself a dragon. You should have some ability."

"I'll allow you to help me conquer the world."

"This Pokémon looks very powerful. How do I subdue it? Throw the spirit ball? Failed! Damn it!"

"Damn it! There would be no need to throw the ball if I was there. Just standing there, countless Pokémon would be coming to submit!"

"Yosh, excellent! You have successfully subdued him! Follow me and fight the world. Your choice is very wise."

"Hmph, this little thing is quite interesting. It seems that the stinking brat has admitted defeat. Since you have performed so well, I will reduce the interference a little."

"If you apologize to me, kneel, and beg for forgiveness, I will make you Ninja," Kyubi muttered.

In the serious game.

"This little bird is so weak. Kill it directly. The weak are not qualified to be my subordinates."

"Training Hall? Humph, it is easy to capture a rookie like this without fighting."

"Ah! Bastard, damn brat, how dare you trick me!" Not long after, Kyubi's furious roar sounded from the sealed space.

The challenge interface of the first gym master was stuck, and there was a sentence written on it.

"Fox, I'll let you play the back story if you perform well."

...

After leaving the sealed space, Naruto revealed a strange smile.

"This is called repaying kindness with evil."

Even if you hurt me thousands of times, I still treat you as if you were my first love. It allows you to enjoy the aroma of barbecue and brings you a game experience beyond the shinobi world.

Let me ask, besides myself, who else has such an open heart?

Naruto learned from various information in the world of Shinigami that there is an invisible disease in the world that is more terrifying than viruses. Internet addiction

The person did not think about food. He was like a walking corpse. His face was thin, and he lived a life worse than death. As long as he left the computer, he would lose his will and become crazy. He could not sit still.

He could only sit back in front of the computer.

Only then would he return to his normal appearance.

It was said that there were countless fascinating games on that small computer.

He believed that Kyubi, who had been lonely for a long time, would like it.

Kyubi was so lonely in the sealed space, and as the landlord, he naturally would not sit idly by.

....

Soon.

After a night, Naruto got up from the bed and felt refreshed.

After a simple wash and breakfast, he walked toward the street of Konoha.

There was not enough food at home.

Wearing a white robe, Naruto walked into the street.

It was just that this time was very different from the past.

The originally bustling streets did not change. The villagers still maintained their conversation and did not look at Naruto.

The construction of Naruto's character this year was quite effective.

At least now, most of the villagers would choose to ignore it.

Those vicious curses in the past were now almost inaudible.

As for those Delinquent.

Now that they saw Naruto, they all walked around.

Naruto bought some vegetables and meat. After saying goodbye to Aunt Tanaka, he walked home. He placed all the ingredients and made a simple lunch. Then he walked towards the training ground.

Yesterday, he had an agreement with Sasuke to train together. He was full of curiosity about the rich and powerful Uchiha clan.

This was what Naruto did not know. Yesterday, the scene of him and Sasuke had been known by Sandaime, and it even caused a debate.

In the end, Sandaime decided to wait and see. If Uchiha Clan had any desire for Naruto, he would immediately make a countermeasures.

.....

In the training ground, Sasuke arrived as promised.

He saw Naruto holding a long dark green Sword, standing under the chilly autumn wind as if he had merged with the environment when they first met.

"Sword Technique," Sasuke muttered to himself.

Uchiha Clan had Sword Technique's cultivation, but Uchiha, who relied too much on their eyes, was not interested in this cultivation method.

Moreover, Ninja himself also had weapons like Kunai and Explosive tag, so he didn't need to use Sword at all.

But as the saying goes, there is no garbage weapon, only garbage ninja. On Naruto, Sasuke felt the sharp knife.

His small head didn't know how to describe that kind of aura. He only knew that he definitely couldn't block that Sword.

"Sasuke, you're here." At this time, Naruto put down his Sword, looked in the direction of Sasuke, and said with a smile.

"Good morning, Naruto." Sasuke greeted Naruto very politely.

At this time, Sasuke still lived in a honey pot, the carefree Uchiha Sasuke.

"Naruto." Sasuke took a deep breath as if he had something to say.

In the past, he had always thought that he was the second genius of the Uchiha Clan and that no one was stronger than him among his peers.

He had always believed that he, who had inherited Uchiha's bloodline, would one day open his eyes and not disappoint his brother's and parent's expectations of him.

Until he met Naruto, this refined and gentle, yet terrifyingly strong.

Facing his pressure, he couldn't even muster the courage to fight.

However.

He was the proud Uchiha.

He can't ruin Uchiha's reputation!

A trace of struggle flashed through Sasuke's eyes.

"Naruto. Please come with me."

Before he finished speaking, Sword's anger swept past, leaving a bottomless mark on the boulder in front of Naruto.

Sasuke's pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately felt his mouth dry.

Although it was not the first time he saw it, he was still shocked every time he saw it.

He retook a deep breath, gathered his courage, and shouted to Naruto, "Naruto, please fight with me. I want to know how big the gap between us is!"