A Guy was walking on the footpath, when Truck-sama's niece's daughter Scooty-chan crushed his feet by running over it.
"Aargh!"
He fell towards the road in intense pain and Truck-sama reaped his soul. *Splat*
Truck-sama was training Scooty-chan about the process of Isekai carrier and helped her in taking down her first target, who was our Guy.
...
In another world, a girl was suffering from immense trauma and crying helplessly. Her whole reputation was ruined and she became a laughing stock for everyone.
This girl was Sakura, yeah. The Narutoverse main heroine with the most tragic past. The tragedy was the cause of her suffering.
And you know what, the tragedy was 'Forehead Girl!'. Yep. She was called Forehead Girl and Ugly by other girls for the first time in her life. Well, she was just a 3 year old girl afterall. Of course she would cry.
As she fell asleep crying, a foreign entity started entering her mind. In her mindscape, which was blank white with flowers, an adult figure of Sakura suddenly appeared.
'Ouch~!'
She rubbed her temples in pain and slowly opened her eyes when it subsided.
'Huh? Where am I? Why are there flowers everywhere? W-wait! Are these boobs? They are so soft~. Yup, my little brother also gone. Pink hair, a pink little girl's memories. I just got reincarnated as Sakura's Inner, no big deal.'
She shrugged her shoulders like she didn't care at all. Truthfully, she really didn't care at all. She, or in previous life he, was a total NEET who just played around on the expense of vast wealth he inherited from his parents.
'It's better than being reincarnated in any main cast. Who wants to fight? I will just feed her some thoughts from time to time and rest here in her mindscape. Let's see----.'
She closed her eyes and thought of something. Suddenly, a large Computer and several mangas appeared.
'I am awesome afterall. I will just rewatch my favourites for the time being.'
She got a bunch of potato chips, even though she didn't need to eat and started re-watching her favourites, not bothering to do any work.
Like that, 3 years passed. Not a single time did she bother contacting her outer.