Quickly wear from Naruto Yakushi Kabuto

In the dead of night in 2023, the noise of the city slowly receded like the tide, and the whole city seemed to fall into a deep sleep, leaving only a quiet and peaceful tranquility. However, in this deep and seemingly engulfing tranquility, only in a small study, the dim and weak light was stubbornly on, like a lonely and desolate star in the night sky.

Every corner of the study is filled with various items related to Naruto. On the bookshelf, the thick stacks of Naruto comics are like mountains, heavy and full of temptation. The exquisite figurines are like carefully arranged works of art, arranged in a staggered manner, and every detail of them seems to tell the legend of the characters. Next to them, the stacks of yellowed materials are scattered randomly, like forgotten fragments of history, but exuding a mysterious attraction.

On the wall, posters of Naruto are closely attached to each other. The characters on them are lifelike, as if they would jump out of the posters in the next second, telling people one gripping and wonderful story after another.

A young man in his 20s is sitting at a computer desk. He is Cao Ye, 28 years old, and used to be a salesperson at a media company. Due to the influence of the overall environment, the performance of the media company he works for has been poor, and the boss has simply run away. Cao Ye frowns, his expression is focused and a little obsessed, his hands are typing quickly on the keyboard, typing attentively.

He is a serious novel fan, and has been reading novels on Tomato Free Novels for more than 3 years. He likes to read all kinds of novels, and is particularly obsessed with Naruto. He has been unemployed recently and has nothing to do at home. He just finished reading a Naruto-style novel recently, and after searching for a long time, he still couldn't find the next Naruto-style novel he liked. In addition, he was unemployed and had no income, so he thought to himself: "Since I can't find a novel I like, I might as well write one myself!" So he decided to write a Naruto-style novel himself.

He had just written "The male protagonist died suddenly in front of the computer due to staying up late for a long time, and traveled to the world of Naruto" when suddenly his eyes went dark and he fell directly on the keyboard.

"Where am I?" Cao Ye muttered to himself, his voice weak and hoarse. His head was dizzy, as if shrouded in a thick fog.

In the dark and damp room, Cao Ye slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were confused and empty, as if he was still immersed in an unknown dream. He tried to raise his head, but found that his body was extremely heavy and his head was buzzing. At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and doubt: "Where is this place? Why am I here?"

He turned his eyes with great effort, looking around. The room was filled with an old and decayed smell, and the lime on the wall was peeling off, revealing the mottled bricks and stones inside, like scars carved by time. The light coming in from the only window was weak and hazy, and dust was flying in the light, making it difficult for him to see the whole picture of the room.

"Am I not writing a novel at home? Where is this? Why does it feel like I'm in the countryside? But there is no house like this in my hometown?" Cao was also full of confusion and anxiety. His heartbeat quickened rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and a woman in simple clothes walked in. She had a concerned look on her face, holding a bowl of steaming soup in her hands. Her steps were a little heavy, and every step was filled with worry.

"Dou, you're awake." She said softly, with a hint of fatigue in her voice. Her eyes were full of worry and heartache, as if the person in front of her was her most precious treasure.

Cao looked at her suspiciously, his eyes full of strangeness. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice full of caution. He felt like there was a little rabbit in his heart, beating fast and furiously.

The woman was slightly stunned, with a trace of sadness in her eyes. "Kabuto, I'm Dean Nono, don't you remember me?" Her voice trembled slightly, with a subtle worry, afraid that the child's fever would damage his brain.

Kabuto frowned, trying to search his mind for the name, but to no avail. "Dean Nono? Kabuto?" He was filled with confusion and helplessness.

Dean Nono walked to the bedside, gently put down the bowl of soup in her hand, and held Kabuto's hand. "Kabuto, you caught a cold and had a fever after being caught in the rain yesterday, and you have been unconscious ever since. I gave you medicine and used medical ninjutsu to treat you. You are still very weak after just waking up. Come and drink the soup to replenish your physical strength so that you can get better faster." Her voice was gentle and firm, as if this was the only comfort she could give.

Dou took the bowl of soup, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind: "Did I really travel through time? And become Pharmacist Dou? This is too incredible!" He thought while drinking the soup.

Kabuto calmed down, finished his soup, and handed the bowl to Dean Nono, and tentatively said, "Dean, I am Pharmacist Kabuto?"

"Yes, Kabuto, what's wrong with you? Are you delirious due to the fever? I will use medical ninjutsu to treat you." As he said this, Dean Nono's hands flashed with a faint white light and he gently pressed them on Kabuto's head.

After seeing this scene, Cao Ye was certain that he had really traveled to the world of Naruto and became Kabuto Yakushi, just like the male protagonist he was going to write. "Damn, the novel really reflects the reality, but how can I, a weakling from the 21st century, survive in this dark world?" His heart was filled with fear and confusion about an unknown fate.

Anyway, I should take a nap first. Maybe I can go back home when I wake up. "Dean, I feel a little sleepy. I'm going to take a nap first. Thank you for your care." He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Dean Nono looked at the sleeping Kabuto, then walked out quietly and closed the door.