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Naruto: Becoming the Soul King

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[Ding! Please report immediately to the Shin'ō Academy to activate the system and begin your path toward becoming a Soul King.] The sudden voice echoing in his mind made Seiryū freeze. At the same time, translucent words materialized before his eyes. Instinctively, he glanced around. What he saw only deepened his confusion, several ninjas wearing green flak jackets, metal forehead protectors engraved with the Leaf symbol clearly visible. This was clearly the wrong script. “…System,” Seiryū muttered under his breath, “are you sure there isn’t a mistake?” [Ding! No error detected. Please report to the Shin'ō Academy as soon as possible.] “???” On the bright side, he had transmigrated and obtained a system. On the less encouraging side, the system clearly belonged to an entirely different world, and even its activation requirements followed rules that had nothing to do with this one. Unreliable was putting it mildly. Time passed, and Seiryū could only set the issue aside, until the day he stepped through the gates of the Ninja Academy. At that very moment, the familiar chime rang out once more inside his mind. [Ding! Detected: host has arrived at the Shin'ō Academy. Status update in progress…]
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