Naruto : Maker
A man lay in a pool of his own blood, his body riddled with wounds—his left eye cut open, blood seeping into the dirt.
Stab wounds covered his torso, his breathing was shallow, and his fingers twitched weakly against the cold ground.
He had escaped, clawed his way out of hell, but now, lying on this road, he had nothing left.
No strength. No hope.
Just as his vision blurred, a shadow loomed over him.
A woman, golden-haired and slightly swaying, peered down at him.
A sake bottle dangled from her fingers, her lips curling in mild amusement.
"You need help?" she asked, her tone casual, almost lazy.
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This is the story of Hayato, a man struck with 2/2 on Horrible spawn in both lives...
After escaping hell and knowing his shit talent He decides to become the Single most dangerous war machine with technology..
