100 Naruto Mobile Game

"Yah!!"

Amid a burst of crackling noise, the Raikage sat there panting, holding half of a shattered phone in each hand.

The season-end rank rush wasn't limited to Konoha alone. Kumogakure, as a loser in the Organization Dominion Tournament—though not really a loss, since they still made the top eight—was even more fired up as an entire village.

Among them, the Raikage was the most intense.

"Damn it! Damn this Ninja Mobile Game! Damn these rank matches!" The Raikage roared in fury, unable to suppress his anger.

This game could effectively cure low blood pressure, and could also send high blood pressure patients straight into the terminal stage.

It was something no other game could offer—when it came to stress and overheating, it was unquestionably NO.1!

To the people of the ninja world, it was both loved and hated.

"Raikage-sama, Konoha and the other villages already have people who've reached the Super Kage rank. Among the Five Great Nations, Kumogakure is currently the most behind in this regard." Mabui reported.

This assessment was entirely reasonable. After all, people from Kumogakure were on average hot-headed, and for some reason, they especially loved to open their ultimates.

Once they opened their ultimates, one small mistake and everything would blow up.

Because of this, the Raikage clearly understood that continuing like this would be extremely bad.

He fell silent for a moment.

"Prepare a whole box of phones for me. I'll use them for ranked matches..."

Boom!

A loud explosion suddenly came from outside the window, as if shaking the heavens and splitting the earth.

But to the people of Kumogakure, it was already routine—nothing to be surprised about.

Mabui looked up, hesitated for a moment, then said, "Should we prepare some for Killer Bee-sama as well?"

"Mm. Prepare big boxes for him." The Raikage said.

...

[Super Kage 3332 Points]

Looking at his rank, Orochimaru felt very satisfied. He put down his phone and ended his ranked journey for this season.

Unlike others, as a local tyrant, his life was extremely comfortable—capturing someone for research now and then, or pushing ranks a bit.

With almost everyone feeding him points, it was as easy as eating and drinking.

Hmm? You ask why it's "almost" everyone?

Well~ then you should take a look at why it was mentioned earlier that Orochimaru occasionally captures people for research.

The maximum reward for ranked matches capped at 3000 points. Beyond that, there was nothing more, so there was no need to keep playing.

Orochimaru glanced at the leaderboard, but just the first look left him stunned.

[1st Place: Orochimaru — Super Kage — 3332 Points]

[2nd Place: True Self — Super Kage — 2983 Points]

"This is... Kabuto?"

Orochimaru pondered, his interest piqued.

Unlike him, who climbed with team coordination, Kabuto relied on pure, solid gameplay. He was about to reach 3000 points.

For Orochimaru, this was truly a pleasant surprise. He never doubted Kabuto's talent, but now it seemed he had still underestimated him.

The door was pushed open—speak of Kabuto, and Kabuto arrived.

Orochimaru turned his head, smiled, and said,

"Kabuto, it seems you are the true number-one expert of my Sound One!"

"Orochimaru-sama, I..." Kabuto looked slightly flustered.

"I just wanted to know how far I could go."

"No need to explain. I've said it before—you're different from others. Every change in you brings me joy." Orochimaru waved his hand.

"Yes!" Kabuto lowered his head.

Orochimaru gave Kabuto one last look, then turned back, picked up his phone, and began to think.

Should he... start practicing his own skills?

"What?! Super Kage 2700 points?!"

...

Iwagakure. Ōnoki blew his beard and glared, his aged face filled with disbelief.

Standing in front of him was his dear granddaughter Kurotsuchi, who hadn't appeared for a full eighty chapters.

Unlike her previous visit to the office, this time Kurotsuchi had her arms crossed over her chest, chin held high, like a proud swan.

Her hair had grown a bit longer, and the skin exposed beyond her clothing was noticeably fairer—clearly the result of staying indoors without sunlight for over a month.

Ōnoki flipped through the phone back and forth, occasionally casting astonished looks at Kurotsuchi.

Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable!

Kurotsuchi had actually done it. After isolating herself for an entire season, her skills had improved by such a massive margin.

"Grandfather, through day after day and night after night of fierce ranked battles, I feel that my spirit has been sublimated."

Kurotsuchi spread her arms wide and closed her eyes.

Even so, one match after another continued to echo in her mind.

"What is a ninja? Why was the Ninja Mobile Game born? The relationship between player and player, the mutual reinforcement of ranked matches and rewards, and the stacking of skill and strategy..."

"I think I understand now—the truth of this world."

Kurotsuchi shouted with fanatic fervor,

"I can't imagine life without Ninja Mobile Game anymore. I can't live without it!"

"The mind games in matches are so captivating. The taste of defeat is so bitter. The feeling of victory is unbelievably exhilarating."

"Every time I win, I can't hide the trembling of my body—that excitement, that feeling of ascending to heaven."

Ōnoki: ....

Leaving aside Lady Kurotsuchi, who had been fully conditioned by Ninja Mobile Game, the rest of the ninja world continued to immerse themselves day and night in ranking up.

These days were absolutely the quietest—and also the liveliest—time in the entire ninja world.

Sounds contradictory? Not at all!

"Won? Keep going!"

"Lost? Fight again!"

"Not satisfied? Keep going!"

This had already become everyone's normal state. Everyone was trying to make one final push.

Even certain famous streamers had stopped streaming—clearly, under this atmosphere, no one could remain calm.

Today, Cube Internet Café was still empty. It had been like this for several days now.

Kuroda was probably the only truly idle person left.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Truly insane. As expected of ninjas—playing ranked matches for several days straight without eating or drinking."

While checking the backend data, Kuroda clicked his tongue in amazement, his face full of admiration mixed with self-reproach.

Some people still paid a little attention to rest schedules, but more people charged headfirst into ranked matches, with astonishing online times.

After all, data doesn't lie, does it?

Kuroda closed the backend page and walked to the glass curtain wall of the shop. The glass wall had excellent transparency.

Sunlight streamed in, and the roadside outside—with its sparse pedestrians—was clearly visible.

The midday sun was warm. Kuroda closed his eyes and quietly felt it.

Because he knew—this was the last First World Season.

Hiss—

Kuroda suddenly shivered. For some reason, he felt inexplicably cold, even though the sun was blazing.

He couldn't help shrinking his neck, retreating back into the shop. It was time to make preparations.

After bringing up the system interface and clicking around a few times, Kuroda felt something was off. He plugged in a keyboard and tried again—then immediately nodded. Yes, this felt right.

As his fingers clattered across the keyboard, he silently thought to himself.

The First World Season had officially ended.

And what would appear next as its successor was...

The Underworld Season!!!