With trembling hands, he pressed Corrupt Save .
The jutsu’s cost was not chakra exhaustion. It was narrative corrosion . naruto: the cursed jutsu [v 0.5.1]
Kaito of the Driftwood Faction knelt in the ruins of Ōborogakure, a village that most ninja insisted had never existed. His forehead protector was cracked, his left arm wrapped in bandages that pulsed faintly with corrupted curse marks. Before him, the air shimmered like a heat haze over a corrupted save file. With trembling hands, he pressed Corrupt Save
The glitched genin collapsed into stacks of scrap code and dried leaves. With trembling hands