As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group

Cleaver Girl: No, I’m going to get revenge on Makoto Itou! The plan is to follow the original plot—let him slowly get close to me, and then drag him down into the abyss!

At this point, Kotonoha had already changed into her gym clothes and was on the school field. She’d made up her mind: this would be the first step toward changing her life.

Amegakure Village’s Angel: Revenge on Makoto Itou?

Doujin Artist: It’s great that you have this determination, but... Makoto Itou is already dead.

Cleaver Girl: Eh? He’s dead?

Skirt-Flipping Maniac: You didn’t know? He died in your school’s storage room. It was a huge deal—how did the school even manage to cover it up?

Doujin Artist: If it involved some kind of supernatural force, I guess it’s possible. That kind of thing would cause mass panic if people found out.

Cleaver Girl: No, Makoto Itou isn’t dead. [Image] Look.

Amegakure Village’s Angel: ?

Doujin Artist: Wait, what’s going on here?

The picture showed a skinny boy in a grey-blue school uniform, sitting in the bleachers by the field.

His eyes were dull and lifeless, staring blankly ahead. His face was pale. Even through the screen, he looked like someone completely drained, like he’d gone way overboard with pleasure and was now totally empty inside.

But without a doubt, it was definitely Makoto Itou.