Than Iruka says "Okay class, this is enough for today. Now you can go home. And this is the homework."
He holds up a paper and hands it to everyone.
On it is written:
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Homework:
Question 1: What is 20 ÷ 2
A) 12
B) 15
C) 10 ¤
D) 8
Question 2: What is 9 × 5
A) 56
B) 69
C) 54
D) 45 ¤
Question 3: What is 7 × 7
A) 43
B) 49 ¤
C) 52
D) 55
More...
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It was a paper. I saw it and instantly did it with ease, without any problems. I didn't even need to think. It was too easy for someone like me, who already lived a full life once.
After that I put my paper in my bag and left the academy. I walked back home, calm as always.
But then—
In the snow, not far from the main street, I saw something that made me stop walking.
Three bullies.
They were cornering a small girl in a white jacket. Her eyes were white and glowing faintly. She was crying softly.
The bullies pointed at her and laughed.
"Haha! Look at her eyes!"
"She's a Byakugan monster!"
"Yeah! Her eyes look terrible! Like a ghost!"
They pushed her lightly. She didn't fight back.
I clenched my fists.
I walked up slowly and said:
> "Hey, you three. Get away from her."
They all turned and laughed.
"Who are you, idiot? Hahahaha!!"
"Go away before we make you cry too!"
I stared at them. "I'm Hassan Uzumaki."
The moment I said that, they paused. One blinked. "Uzumaki?"
Then they charged at me.
But thanks to the skills from my previous life — all the gymnastics, all the training — I was too fast.
I dodged the first punch easily.
Spun around the second.
Then jumped into the air, spun mid-air, and unleashed a powerful, badass Uzumaki kick right into the jaw of the first bully.
THUD.
The bully hit the snow — unconscious.
The other two froze, staring with wide eyes. One stuttered, "He's a shinobi… he's a real shinobi!!"
They grabbed the unconscious bully's arms and screamed:
> "PLEASE FORGIVE US!!! WE WON'T TOUCH HER EVER AGAIN!!!"
"WE SWEAR!!!"
And just like that, they ran away, dragging their friend behind them through the snow.
I turned back to the girl.
She was still crying, eyes wide.
It was Hinata Hyuga.
I walked up to her slowly and said, "Are you okay?"
She sniffled. "Y-Yeah… but… d-do you think… my eyes are bad?"
I shook my head and said:
> "No. They're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. The other three were just jealous."
Her face turned fully tomato red.
She looked down and said, "T-Thank you…"
I smiled just a little.
Then I gently reached out — and took her hand.
Than I comfort her and take her hand and walk with her saying, "C'mon, where do you live?"
She softly says, "In the Hyuga compound…"
I walk with her through the village, holding her hand, until we reach the front gates of the Hyuga compound.
I look around and say:
> "Woah… you live in such a big home and still cry?"
She gets even redder.
I smirk and say, "There's no shame in it. Every child does. And many adults still do too."
Then I add:
> "Wanna hang out later?"
Hinata's face is full tomato red. She's too shy to even speak — she just nods quickly and runs into her home.
I chuckle a bit and turn around, walking back home.
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Back in my apartment, I drop my jacket and start doing the daily quest from earlier.
100 Push-ups
100 Sit-ups
10 km Run (inside + rooftop laps)
100 Pull-ups
It takes time.
My arms burn. My legs feel sore.
One hour later, I finally finish everything. I drop onto the floor, sweating heavily, and breathing hard.
"Haah… haah… that was insane."
Then a blue light flashes again.
> DING!!!
Three icons appear:
1. Sharingan
2. Tenseigan
3. Byakugan
I stare at them.
I think carefully.
> "The other two dojutsu are suspicious… and the Hyuga clan could try to make me one of their branch family members if I awaken Byakugan. That's risky. And Tenseigan? That could draw Otsutsuki attention..."
I smirk.
> "Sharingan it is."
I tap on it.
>
I say, "Yes. Hmph… all of it."
>
"Still a long way to go."
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I grab a bottle of water, drink it down fast, and go outside with my kunai.
I pick up a thick piece of wood nearby and peel it, carving slowly with the kunai until it's shaped just right. I sharpen the tip, straighten the edge, and smooth the handle.
In the end — it's a perfect wooden sword.
I grip it and swing once.
> Whack!
"Hmph. The grip… ugh!! It's too wooden. I can't train with it like this."
I think for a second, then grab my bag and head out again — this time to the flesh market.
I walk through the meat stands, seeing rows of sheep meat and hanging cuts.
I slip around to the back of the market.
It's quiet. Fewer people. Old crates, ropes, and some stray dogs barking in the distance.
Then I see something—