He was living the anime.
The faculty panicked. Swords bounced off the shades. Magic passed through them. But Lugh stepped forward. jkanime mushoku tensei
A rift opened north of the university—a tear in reality leaking despair-possessed shades. Not the monsters of the Mushoku Tensei lore books. These were anime fans turned into vengeful wraiths: salarymen who died staring at screens, students who never logged off. They whispered Kenji's old thoughts: "Useless. Waste. Never good enough." He was living the anime
He didn't cast a spell. He sat down cross-legged and talked . About Naruto 's loneliness. About Mushoku Tensei 's redemption. About the beauty of trying again, even when you've failed a hundred times. Magic passed through them
"Fireball is fine," said their leader, a reincarnated salaryman named Hiro. "But have you tried Rasengan ? We just need to spin the mana right."