Naruto: Freeloading is Great! [1] & Synopsis

The world of Naruto should have been full of cruelty and struggle—but Hoshino discovered that wasn’t the case at all.

Hinata: “Byakugan! … Wh-why can I only see the flow of chakra through the meridians… and not just, like, see through clothes?! Then what the hell did I train so hard for——!!!”

Shikamaru: “So troublesome… living is troublesome, suicide is troublesome too… please… please, somebody do me a favor and kill me already. If anyone helps me out with this, well… I’ll sincerely thank your descendents for eight generations.”

Iruka: “You brats are the worst class of students I’ve ever taught! Don’t laugh! I’m telling the truth!”

If possible, Hoshino wished this world full of lunatics would hurry up and get destroyed. Besides, he always felt like this world’s Sasuke and Naruto… were kind of strange.

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Land of Fire, Village Hidden in the Leaves.

Somewhere in the village, in an old apartment building with the cheapest rent—third floor hallway.

A five-year-old boy with short blond hair was knocking on a shabby wooden door in front of him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Hoshino, stop pretending you’re not home. I know you’re definitely inside, rotting your life away…! Hurry up and open the door, I’ve got something to show you. I promise you’ll be super excited when you see it.”

The one endlessly pounding on that old wooden door wasn’t just some random passerby. He was none other than the world’s chosen child—Uzumaki Naruto.

And as for the “Hoshino” Naruto mentioned...

Hoshino. Full name: Hakuya Hoshino. A name he gave himself.

Five years ago, when Hoshino went out to buy his spiritual food—cigarettes—he didn’t notice a banana peel on the ground. Foolishly stepping on it, he slipped and rolled onto the road.

And by sheer rotten luck, at that exact moment, a giant truck loaded with timber was speeding by.

Even though the driver slammed the brakes, the sheer weight of the vehicle made the tires crush Hoshino’s skull with ridiculous ease.

Thus, the twenty-year-old Earthling died thoroughly, without a doubt.

When Hoshino opened his eyes again, he was shocked to find he had transmigrated into the world of Naruto.

Normally, transmigration ought to be a good thing.

Because in stories, protagonists who cross into another world usually get some kind of powerful cheat.

But after years of trying all sorts of methods, Hoshino never found any trace of that so-called [Strongest XX System] nearly every transmigrator is supposed to have.

Gradually, he began giving up on his dreams of defeating Uchiha Madara at six, slaughtering Ōtsutsuki Kaguya at seven, having a harem at eight, and becoming a god at nine.

After all, Hoshino was just an orphan picked up by Konoha from the wild, with no special talents whatsoever.

In this world they all said the phrase “as long as you work hard, you can become strong,” but in reality it's all about bloodlines...

…Heh. The future was pitch black.

At age four, Hoshino met Naruto, who was always covered in little wounds from being pelted with stones, patching himself up like a stray cat every day.

Though he knew befriending Naruto had no real benefit, and would likely just bring trouble, Hoshino couldn’t help but smile at him and invite him over to his place.

From then on, once Naruto got comfortable around him, he became more and more annoying. Like superglue, like a plaster stuck to the skin—no matter how hard Hoshino tried, he couldn’t shake him off.

The sound of bang bang on the wooden door kept echoing in Hoshino’s ears.

Buried under his blanket, Hoshino irritably flipped onto his stomach, pressing a pillow over his head to block the noise.

Only after about twenty minutes did Naruto’s incessant knocking finally stop.

…Weird. That was too fast.

Sure, knocking on an unanswered door for twenty minutes was already impressive. But for Naruto, that was nothing. His shortest record to date was two hours.

Suspicious, Hoshino tiptoed to the door and pressed his ear against it.

Only silence. No sound at all! Could it be—a miracle?

“Hee~ Hoshino, you look just like a thief like that.”

Hoshino’s joy lasted less than two seconds before Naruto’s voice rang out.

Looking toward the sound, he saw that damn annoying brat squatting on the window sill, grinning like an idiot.

“You seriously dared to climb to the third floor window? How are you not dead yet—!!”

Naruto, utterly unfazed by Hoshino’s furious roar, struck a kunai-throwing pose.

“Because I’m a future ninja! Whoosh~ whoosh whoosh”

Whoosh my ass! Are you brain-damaged?!

Hoshino’s anger rose sharply.

“Hoshino, how come you’re not chasing me out this time? Don’t tell me… you’ve fallen for me?”

“You damn sissy…”

Hoshino spat at him in contempt.

He really couldn’t understand why this supposedly hot-blooded idiot blurted out such girly crap from time to time.

To avoid being nagged to death, Hoshino explained in his dead-fish tone:

“This month I’ve already replaced my door three times. If this one also gets wrecked by a certain someone’s torturous perseverance… then I’ll literally have no door left. And it’s winter right now…”

Shamefaced, Naruto let out a long “uhhh” before instantly bowing ninety degrees, holding out a red wool hat in both hands.

“Sorry! I shouldn’t have spent hours every day banging on your door. As an apology, I’m giving you this brand-new Little Red Riding Hood. Please, you have to forgive me!”

“…That ‘super exciting’ thing you said you’d show me was this? And why the hell did you even buy it?”

“Huh? Wasn’t it you who said so? That if you wear a red hood while picking mushrooms, you’ll find huge, fragrant ones, and if you’re lucky, you might even get to eat wolf meat!”

As Naruto said this, drool was already dripping from his mouth.

“H-ha… ha ha… Really? Did I actually say something like that? Hahaha…”

Hoshino awkwardly scratched his cheek. This idiot took the joke seriously. Now what?

Like Hoshino, Naruto was also an “orphan.” The tiny bit of relief money from the village, after paying rent, wasn’t even enough for food. Yet somehow he’d spent his leftovers on this ridiculous hat.

…Wait. Hold on!

“Didn’t you already use up this month’s money? Where’d you get the cash to buy it…?”

Hands on hips, Naruto proudly declared:

“Hoshino, are you stupid? How can you not get something this simple? Aside from using next month’s rent money, what other way could there be?”

With that kind of IQ, where the hell do you get the courage to call anyone else stupid?

Facepalming, Hoshino could already envision Naruto freezing to death on the streets this winter.

Well then… rest in peace, Child of Prophecy.

Maybe Naruto felt the sorrow Hoshino had for his idiotically low IQ, because he came over and patted Hoshino on the shoulder.

“Hoshino, are you worried about me? Don’t worry, I’ve already thought of a solution. I’ll just move in with you! That way we can save a ton of money on rent each month!”

Naruto finished with a hearty “hahaha,” even throwing in a few “I’m such a genius” self-praises.

But Hoshino’s face suddenly darkened at his words. Quietly, he reached behind him and pulled out a kunai he had saved up for ages to buy.

Clang!

The kunai missed, striking the cement floor with a sharp ring.

At the last split-second, Naruto rolled out of the way.

“Hoshino, that’s dangerous! Don’t mess around with—wait, Hoshino? Hey, hey, Hoshino, your eyes look scary, they’re glowing red… You weren’t seriously trying to kill—WAAAAAH!! H-help! Murder!! Somebody’s trying to kill me——!!”

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T/N: hehehe hi guys erm uhhh this one is just for fun

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