Dropped into Naruto, Breaking the World Apart

Orochimaru's expression turned rather peculiar.

Uchiha Sasuke... was a rookie?

And not just any rookie, but a kind-hearted, dim-witted one?

It was absurd. Like falling into a genjutsu.

This version of the Shinobi World was unusually peaceful—no Crimson Ice, no natural disasters or famines, no chaotic survival games. Compared to the messes he'd experienced in the previous two worlds, Orochimaru now felt that this world was practically paradise. Even something as major as a war between the Five Great Villages felt like child's play.

Still, he didn't dare let his guard down. Those ancient schemers who had lived for hundreds—no, thousands—of years… who knew when one of them might get bored and decide to stir up chaos?

So Orochimaru made a decision. He, too, would learn from his predecessors and become a proper behind-the-scenes manipulator.

...

Tanzaku Street.

A shadow in the corner of the bustling street suddenly rippled—then a figure emerged from it.

The demon wore a smile. He'd just found himself a new, well-fitting outfit (or body). The worn-out body of Ōtsutsuki Toneri had been discarded without a second thought.

Tanzaku Street was lively—full of brothels, taverns, and gambling dens. The demon strolled around aimlessly, pondering the best way to start killing in this new world.

His mind was like a twisted string, always tense, always ready to snap—and that constant urge to wreak havoc? It was simply his nature as a demon.

He wondered how the Abyss was doing now. When he escaped, its natural order had already been corrupted, and bizarre new species of demons had begun to emerge—some with holy light Affinities, even purification powers…

Hopefully, the Abyss was in chaos.

As he passed a takoyaki stall, his eyes casually swept over it.

The stall owner immediately smiled and said, "If you like them, take some!"

The demon raised an eyebrow, surprised, then shook his head.

"I don't have money."

"No need for that, young man," the owner replied warmly. "It's just takoyaki. If you want it, it's yours."

Before the demon could refuse, the vendor had already packed a serving and handed it to him.

The demon's gaze sharpened as he scanned the man a dozen times in an instant.

"Thanks."

No abnormalities. Just a normal human.

But even ordinary people shouldn't be underestimated. How many powerful beings throughout history had fallen because of something as simple as "human emotions"?

As he walked away, the takoyaki vendor waved cheerfully.

"Come back anytime if you're hungry! I'm always here!"

This act of kindness... the demon decided that when the time came to kill the man, he'd make it quick—and take his whole family out together. Neatly.

He hadn't gone far when he came across another vendor.

This one was selling masks. The stall owner was a young woman.

"You've taken a liking to my wares, haven't you, handsome?" she said, eyes gleaming.

"I'm just browsing," the demon replied. Could it be that this body had such high charm that people of all ages and genders were instantly enamored?

The young woman lit up with joy, carefully selecting an especially fierce-looking demon mask from her collection. She quickly tied a bow around it and pressed it into his hands.

"This is my finest mask—please accept it!"

The demon glanced at the grotesque face on the mask. This was the finest one? Was she mocking him?

"Thanks, but I don't want it." He tossed the mask back onto the stall.

"Huh?!" The young woman looked like her heart had shattered—eyes glassy, lips trembling—as if he were a heartless playboy who had broken eighteen girls' hearts in one go.

Other nearby stall owners noticed and immediately swarmed the demon.

He braced himself for the classic script: emotional blackmail, righteous fury, getting forced to show off, followed by a flashy massacre.

But instead…

"Milord! Please accept my humble gift!"

"Milord! This is my most beautiful daughter!"

A passing shinobi spotted the demon, his eyes lighting up as he pulled out a blade with trembling hands.

"Milord, this weapon is forged from chakra metal!"

With deep reverence, the shinobi presented the weapon.

"I don't need it," the demon said flatly.

The ninja collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest in anguish.

"Why... why won't you accept my gift? It must be too worthless!"

More and more people began to gather, eyes shining with reverence and joy as they flocked to offer him their treasures.

The demon frowned, scanning the crowd hundreds of times over. No hostility. No traps.

"What the hell is going on here?" he muttered. He was completely baffled.

...

In the distance, a female ninja sprinted through the streets, releasing jutsu behind her as she ran.

Even covered in dirt and sweat, she radiated beauty. Everyone who saw her was captivated.

The bystanders on Tanzaku Street gasped in awe.

"Is it possible for someone to be that stunning?"

"Hey!" the kunoichi suddenly turned, locking eyes with the demon. "Onii-san, please save me!"

The crowd instantly fell silent and parted to form a clear path for her.

"You're... Tsunade?" the demon blinked in confusion.

"That's right! It's me!" Tsunade beamed. "I've got tons of money. If you help me escape, it's all yours!"

Her pursuers finally caught up—a mixed group of shinobi from several different villages.

The demon prepared himself for the usual "rescue the damsel, look awesome, destroy everyone" storyline.

But instead…

"Crap. She ran into that man… What now?" one of the ninja muttered nervously.

"We're out of luck. Retreat immediately!" another hissed, eyes full of regret.

The demon suddenly asked, "Do you people know me? Why are you giving me things? Why are you calling me 'Milord'?"

One of the villagers answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "Milord, we don't know you personally, but—"

Before he could finish, a man wearing a Konoha forehead protector pushed through the crowd and politely addressed the demon.

"I'm from Konoha's ANBU. This woman is Tsunade from our village. She's a traitor. We were sent to capture her. We ask for your cooperation, young man."

Of course the demon knew who Tsunade was, but the whole situation was far too bizarre.

Tsunade snarled, drawing her weapon. "You want to drag me back? In your dreams!"

She backed away, not expecting any help from the demon.

"Sweetheart, please come home. Why are you running? Haven't we treated you well?" the ANBU said with a gentle smile.

Tsunade laughed coldly. "I'd rather die than go back to Konoha."

"Hold it."

The sudden voice stunned everyone. They all turned toward the demon.

"What weapon are you holding?" he asked.

"I... I don't really know," Tsunade replied instinctively. "Could be a Colt. Maybe a Beretta. Either way, it doesn't have many bullets left."

Then she froze. Why the hell did I just answer that automatically?

"Until I'm done asking questions," the demon said coolly, sweeping his gaze across the crowd, "keep your mouths shut."

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