Another World Escape Ninja

1 – Episode 1: Escape from the Nebula

A person must have a dream.

This is not a casual remark, like a drunken office worker tossing it aside without a soul. I genuinely believe it.

If you’re going to set a goal, it should be big and clear.

So, aiming to become the strongest on Earth as a man is by no means something to be ashamed of.

But what about people in modern times?

“Hey, Noble, is this your concept?”

“What is this? The strongest in the world hiding their power? Is that what you think?”

They don’t have clear dreams, and they don’t even make an effort to achieve them. They simply pursue the safe and comfortable path that others take.

“Hey, hey. Do you remember what this bastard wrote for his future hope?”

Damn bastards.

Anyway, it’s become a daily routine to mock and treat with contempt those diligent people who have different dreams from others while comfortably settling for reality.

“…Sigh.”

Truly, they are monkeys who have lost their innocence.

Those who are satisfied with just one banana in the morning cannot see ideals that are more important than a meal.

A mere beast cannot understand the longing and anguish of human dreams.

Realizing that the praise and criticism of the crowd are unnecessary for humans, I lost the recognition of society.

“My dream is…”

Ninja.

The title bestowed only upon the strongest of assassins.

They make a living as murderers, enduring their thirst for blood, hiding in the shadows to silently kill their targets.

It doesn’t matter how strong or skilled their targets are, it means nothing to them.

Even the presence or absence of witnesses is not important.

They swiftly eliminate their targets with a repair tool, smoke bombs, and a well-worn sword, rendering the witnesses non-existent.

Among such invincible weapons, there is a remarkable existence.

One who has surpassed the ninja village.

One who serves the people, not a lord.

That is why they can become so strong.

The embodiment of silence and fear.

The true strongest ninja, the runaway ninja.

“Nin-nin.”

They become such an existence. A seemingly impossible goal, but I know nothing is impossible.

If you don’t know that something is impossible, you won’t know your limits.

If you don’t know your limits, you can become a ninja.

My skills, honed with determination, are enough to make even the gods tremble.

“Whazabat!”

With the sacred cry of a ninja, I soared into the air.

The unique teleportation technique of a ninja.

Swoosh!

The distance from the bathroom, which gets shorter as the day goes on, to the living room.

“I’m lacking.”

My mind and body know no limits. Truly limitless.

“I should have been more elegant.”

But what about my skills?

Having failed to find the village of ninjas hidden vertically on Earth, I have been self-taught in martial arts until now.

…Today, the absence of professional skills feels apparent.

“So damn noisy. So damn annoying.”

A lure complaining on the sofa. It’s not my little sister’s fault that she was born as a beast.

This, too, is the sin of humanity.

“You don’t have a job, you don’t have friends? Why are you doing this alone at home? I don’t know. I’ll tell Dad everything when he comes.”

The inevitable side effects of rapid advances in cutting-edge science, the dominance of capitalism and universalism.

As a result of the collapse of justice and conscience caused by this, humanity has degenerated into beasts, ultimately losing their intelligence.

This pitiful creature was nothing more than a victim of history. It is inevitable that she doesn’t understand me.

Humans with dreams in the howling of beasts are nothing more than mythical creatures that exist only in legends, like the elusive Gamyung Gullung or the Odontotyrannus.

Actually, I don’t know what those bastards are either.

“Eliminating them is difficult.”

“Nonsense.”

“Ninnin.”

In the midst of this cruel reality, ninjas closed the doors of their hearts and gave up protecting the world.

Now, the hidden ninja village proves that. They no longer believe in hope.

Anyway, it’s difficult to become a runaway ninja when there’s no ninja village to run away from.

“Tsk.”

I won’t give up. That’s the path of the Road to Ninja, the path of the ninja.

But today, I think I need some rest. A ninja must be most cautious of an empty heart.

To protect my heart, I need to fill it up from within.

Luckily, I still had a few bills in my pocket.

“Lucky me.”

After using the Law of Ninja Escape and the Law of Ninja Disguise alternately, I stood in front of the mirror.

Disguise is the most important thing for a ninja.

It doesn’t matter in places where there are no people or at home, but a ninja must not reveal their ninja identity to ordinary people.

Most ninjas disguise themselves as merchants to feign normalcy and carry out assassinations.

Merchants are everywhere, after all.

Seamlessness that fits in any environment, that is the virtue of a ninja.

“Very satisfied.”

A red checkered shirt and cargo pants. A perfect combination that doesn’t stand out.

Satisfied with my choice, I stepped out the front door.

***

The cloudy sky darkened, and it seemed like it would rain soon. On days like this, it’s perfect for a hot ramen.

“Nin-nin.”

I want to shout “Wazaboi!” and run out, but I have to hold back. A ninja must know how to hide their strength.

The true meaning of the ninja’s breath.

But this is an alleyway. A space where no one’s eyes can reach?

That place is already a ninja’s stage. At least until passing through the alleyway, just keep running.

With that thought in mind, I started running.

“Whoa, huh? Ah!”

Crash!

Suddenly, a car sprang out from the side and threw me off.

“Huh? Huh? Student! Are you okay!?”

I heard the voice of a startled lady.

Although I bounced off and stumbled next to a utility pole, thankfully, I was still conscious.

If I had moved a little slower, I would have been hit head-on.

“If you suddenly jump out like that, what can I do? Call 1, 1, 9, first, call 1, 1, 9.”

The breathless hit-and-run driver fumbled with their phone.

“Heh, heh.”

I wanted to say something, but no words came out. I grabbed the utility pole with my still-moving right arm.

Rumble, crash!

“Ow!”

At that moment, lightning struck the utility pole from amidst the dark clouds.

The overwhelming pain caused by the electric current flowing into my body.

I lost consciousness right then and there.

It’s a strange ceiling.

“Wake up. Wake up. Tidy up your bedding and change into your activity clothes.”

The restrained tone hits my eardrums.

What the f*ck? I died and got dragged into the military?

The pain hasn’t completely subsided, leaving my mind hazy, but strangely, my body feels fine.

I quickly get up and look around.

So I’ve returned to the SSS-class military barracks? Re-enlisted in hell?

Since I don’t see the distinct military uniform, it doesn’t seem like the Korean military.

Unless Yumra Daewang is a vintage maniac or a rambling storyteller, these shabbily sewn rags are not the clothes of hell’s military.

A gloomy space surrounded by large rocks. Blue lights shimmering, replacing sunlight.

Teenage boys and girls quickly change clothes on both sides, looking to be around their 10s.

“Jihagiji.”

When I had that thought, a tremendous amount of unfamiliar memories shook my brain.

This is Irugal Kingdom, where orphans were sold for a few seeds, as decided by the village that couldn’t endure the long famine.

The organization that bought the orphans taught them the art of murder.

Known as the Sagal Tail, this organization raises young children with the physical abilities of assassins within abandoned mines.

I am Candidate 567. A would-be killer who has undergone training to the point of numbing emotions.

But my name is Shin Noh Bin. The strongest man on Earth, a wanderer who sought out ninja villages.

“Hoo.”

I resist the memories being forcibly injected into me by recalling my own self with ninja breathing techniques.

My body, which has adapted to change faster than my mind, naturally used the technique of the ninja transformation.

Thanks to my well-trained body, my speed was faster than usual.

“Nin-nin.”

I said it quietly, but everyone around me stared at me, making me feel embarrassed. I ignored them and unfolded the ninja combat technique.

All the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

I couldn’t become a runaway ninja. I died after being hit by a thunderbolt while being hit by a runaway tribe’s car in this world.

A new opportunity that will never come again, but on the other hand, it means that my life on Earth was a failure.

In the end, I couldn’t become a ninja in the land of the runaway ninjas because there were no righteous people that the runaway ninjas had to protect.

A despairing truth.

But this place is different. It is inevitable that I, as a guardian, have come to this pure world full of untamed savagery and violence, unyielding to science.

Above all, I have finally arrived. The first button of my grand plan, this place is undoubtedly it.

The ninja village.