"A special delivery from your friendly neighborhood author-god: a box containing the fate of the world, manga-style, complete with your typical overpowered shonen-manga protagonist, the iconic rival-slash-villain-slash-bestie-slash-latent-yaoi-love-interest, the cliché grandpa-mentor trope(s), the guy(s) who get all the crap, and flashy moves with their weird names recited during fights (how do they ever get anything done yelling all the time?). Care to put your signature on the spot over here to receive the package?"
"…what?"
It is 1 AM, and Uzumaki Naruto's first lucid-ish thought for the day is something along the lines of 'A prank? At 1 in the morning? Really?' He leans tiredly on the doorway of his apartment, blinks blearily at the girl in front of him, and thinks that it is way too early for this, dattebayo. It is too early for everything, actually, besides sleep. He has just finally gotten some shut-eye from the exhausting ordeal with Mizuki-teme and the Forbidden Jutsu scroll thing, and he is so not the mood for being pranked right now.
"Come again tomorrow," he grunts at the genin delivering his… whatever it was in that box. Something about old men being mentors?
He forgets the package – and the delivery girl – nearly as soon as his door slams shut.
"Boring~!" he hears a voice yell out from outside the door.
Whatever, dattebayo, Naruto thinks as he flops face-down on his couch. After all, even pranksters need sleep.
While he dreams, a large box shimmers into existence a few feet away.
A nondescript person walks away from an apartment building, looks at you, the reader, and disappears.
