Dropped into Naruto, Breaking the World Apart

"Are you trying to interfere in matters of our village, Konoha?"

The ANBU from Konoha stared intently at the demon, voice filled with displeasure.

"So what if I am?" the demon retorted calmly.

Another Konoha shinobi muttered under his breath, "Let's just let this one go."

The rest of the team pursuing Tsunade quickly nodded in agreement—none of them wanted to pick a fight.

The ANBU sighed in defeat, then shot a greasy, overly affectionate glance at Tsunade.

"Baby, don't worry. We'll definitely find a way to bring you home."

Another ninja clenched his fists tightly. "Tsunade-san, wait for me! Even if I'm shattered into pieces, I'll never give up!"

A whole bunch of grown men were pouring out their hearts to Tsunade like love-struck fools.

Tsunade's expression darkened, and she looked like she was about to throw up.

"One day, I swear I'm going to kill every last one of you bastards."

...

Among the crowd watching from the sidelines, countless eyes were fixed on Tsunade. She seemed completely used to this kind of "direct" attention and ignored them, instead turning to the demon.

"Thank you. I've finally escaped that hellhole. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

The demon asked, "First question—your people treat me weirdly. Why are they calling me milord?"

Tsunade blinked in surprise. The question was sharp and caught her off guard. She didn't know where to start. Her thoughts spun quickly as she tried to make something up.

Suddenly, the demon's hair transformed into razor-sharp blades, stopping just 0.01 centimeters from her throat.

Tsunade instantly got the message and switched gears—talking fast and smooth, spilling everything she knew.

...

Tsunade was a transmigrator.

Before her transmigration, she had always been that "model child" everyone envied—good grades, well-behaved, the pride of her poor family. She'd always dreamed that through hard work and studying, she could change her fate.

All the way up to college, she had been a top student. Her humble background never managed to dim her confidence. But once she actually entered college, she realized she was no longer special. It was a world of elites: some had high IQs, some had amazing social skills, some were multi-talented, and some were born with powerful connections. Compared to them, she was painfully ordinary.

She was just another small-town exam-taking machine—buried in books, poor at socializing, and with no clear plan for the future. Her only "goal" was that mantra her parents kept chanting: "Get into a good college, get a good job." But she didn't even know what a "good job" meant.

Her dorm had four people. One used luxury products and binge-watched dramas all day. One stared at green and red numbers on a screen, and by senior year, already had millions in savings and went to intern at a securities firm. Another worked part-time in the cafeteria just to pay off student loans and cover living expenses.

Only much later did she realize that college wasn't just about studying—it was about showing her a world she'd never be able to touch. After graduation, she'd just be a slightly more informed frog at the bottom of a well.

Very few people manage to break through their social class. After graduation, she was making over ten thousand a month—her parents thought she was doing great. But she knew even her full salary didn't compare to her college roommate's pocket money. That dream of climbing the social ladder and becoming financially free? It was just that—a dream. So... she gave up.

Experts loved to say her generation had no drive, no ambition. But… what hope was there, really?

If nothing unexpected happened, she already saw what her next twenty years would look like—either stuck in a loveless marriage or grinding herself down at work. Her life's path was a straight line, stretching all the way to the grave.

And then the unexpected happened. She transmigrated.

She didn't get it. Her life was stable. She wasn't passionate, sure, but she wasn't miserable either. No burnout, no car accident, nothing extreme. So why the sudden transmigration?

In most novels, transmigrators were losers from the real world. Was she now officially certified as a bottom-tier female NPC?

Sure, Naruto was a massively popular anime. But to be honest, she'd only ever heard about it—never actually watched. All she knew were a few character names and some famous memes.

Still, she ended up as Tsunade. A young Tsunade, to be exact. The original body had fainted from grief when Senju Hashirama died, and she had conveniently taken over.

Better to be born into power than to fight for it from the bottom.

...

Tsunade didn't like this new life one bit. No phone, no computer, no enthusiastic netizens. Thinking back, even the dumbest dramas now seemed oddly nostalgic.

Since she had no idea what the actual plot was, her plan was simple: stick to the protagonist!

After all, Naruto was a hot-blooded shounen MC, not the tragic kind. People around him usually had happy endings. 

Naruto wouldn't be born for many years, so Tsunade decided her top priority was survival.

And then came the real disaster.

Hiruzen Sarutobi was looking at her funny.

Shimura Danzō, Mitokado Homura, Jiraiya… every single man was looking at her funny.

One day, she walked in on a certain peeping scene in the bathhouse—and it triggered a sudden flash of déjà vu.

"How dare you peep on Tsunade!"

"Tsunade is mine!"

"No, she's mine!"

A group of grown men broke out into a fight right outside the bathhouse. Tsunade slipped away quietly… and finally remembered.

This might not be the original Naruto story.

This might be one of those adult versions where Tsunade was the protagonist.

She had a roommate back in college who loved that kind of twisted content—totally omnivorous, never picky, always lurking on obscure fanfiction forums. Her brain was filled with spicy, explicit nonsense.

From the few memories she could piece together, Tsunade vaguely recalled some disturbing plotlines—like her "harmony" with twenty different lovers, and how every named male character in the series ended up under her skirt.

Tsunade decided: transmigrating wasn't the scary part.

The truly terrifying thing was transmigrating into a morally bankrupt hentai world.

She silently swore to herself:

If I ever get back to my world, the first thing I'll do is chop that author into pieces!

From then on, she trained relentlessly. She kept her distance from everyone. She even left the village early to travel around—just to avoid any plot triggers.

But as time passed, her "charm" only seemed to grow stronger. More and more men were trying to capture her. She was constantly on the run, practically every day.

At this point in the story, Tsunade's face showed a flicker of fear.

"I originally thought I'd just transmigrated into a manga... but the truth is, this world is way more twisted than I imagined..."

Because... she wasn't the only transmigrator.

There were others out there—people who were completely average in looks, talent, and background, yet walked around like they were god's gift to the world, pointing fingers at the most famous shinobi from the Five Great Nations.

They would look at Tsunade from their pedestal and scoff:

"Look, that's Tsunade."

"What a shameless b*tch."

"Oh, come on, bro. Don't slander her like that. Tsunade-sama is super noble. She just lets every man feel happiness... for free."

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