Dreaming of Hard Work

all rights to Naruto are kishimoto's, mushoku tensei is owned by kadokawa publishing and its author, shikako nara's silverqueen's I'm just borrowing her, support the original releases.

Prologue

I'm a 34 year old, dying, reincarnated shinobi.

I was a heathy specimen of what a shinobi could be, without going overboard and ending up a muscle bound Kumo idiot. Seriously killer looks ridiculous with all that muscle. We all knew it.

I wasn't dying three hours ago; I was a respected Jonin and sensei, who hadn't failed a mission in a decade.

Until I was ambushed by missing-nin and left protecting my second Genin squad. Lucky sevens again, I'm so proud.

Shika will be OK, he knew this would happen eventually, even if I kept ignoring his requests to retire, or at least slow down.

In the end it was my self-sacrificial streak that got me.

It started as a normal enough mission. My team were waiting for our last member to arrive, an Inuzuka his years dead last, prankster and all round pain in my ass.

I was waiting with the client, an atypical merchant type, hired us for a simple protection run from here to grass. The kunoichi of the squad was staring between her team mate, me, and the road, an odd cross between Sakura and Tenten, the last member of the squad was a Hyuga, was standing stoically off to the side, but I could tell he was getting annoyed.

When the Inuzuka finally arrived we set off.

For the first few days, traveling at civilian speed is a pain in the ass but it gave me some time to catch up on my reading, Naruto was actually a decent author and Hinata was always willing to help 'inspire' him. The first sign something was wrong was when the client barely even flinched at my team killing some bandits, but I just wrote him off as jaded, everyone in this world was to a point, I'd figured that out years ago.

Then there was twenty Jonin surrounding us, one throwing a kunai at the Inuzuka brat. Too late to deflect it I tackled him to the floor taking a poisoned senbon to the liver in the process, damm that would be fatal in five minutes without proper treatment. Well if I was going to die I may as well take theses idiots with me.

Catching them all in a shadow jutsu was painfully easy they came right at me sure of their victory. Yelling at the kids to run I held them for as long as possible. Heh everyone said I'd end up blowing myself up one day, time to prove them right I guess.

Maybe now I go to wait for my loved ones, my precious people, see Kakashi, Guy, Negi, and all the others, mom, dad, maybe even people from my first life. I'll get that rest that Shika was going on about, have a nice vacation.

Should I? Why not? It'll be funny. "m-*cough* my art, is AN EXPLOSION! KATSU!"