📍Scene: Konoha Academy – One Day Later
The sun filtered softly through the academy windows as the wind swirled around the classroom like a quiet whisper of tension.
Iruka-sensei stood at the front, closing his attendance scroll.
> Iruka: "Alright, class. You've got 15 minutes — take your break and grab something to eat."
Cheers and chatter rose up instantly. Chairs scraped, laughter echoed, and students began filing out into the open yard.
Naruto Uzumaki, ever full of energy, practically launched from his chair.
> Naruto: "Yattaaa! Ramen break, let's go!"
But just as he passed the classroom door, he was blocked by a tall figure — heavyset, arms crossed, with an ugly smirk smeared across his face.
Butch, the notorious 12-year-old academy bully, cracked his knuckles.
> Butch: "Oi, Naruto. Where's today's lunch tax, huh?"
Naruto froze, nervous. "Oh, I-I forgot it! I'll give it to you tomorrow, I swear!"
> Butch (grinning darkly): "You broke the rules of lunch tax… Now you're gonna pay!"
With a loud grunt, Butch lunged forward, fist cocked back and flying toward Naruto's head.
But then—
Clack.
The sound of his punch stopping mid-air echoed louder than the chatter outside.
Everyone froze. Naruto opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure in front of him.
Hassan Uzumaki, standing calmly, hand firmly grasping Butch's wrist.
> Hassan (calm and cold): "You think you can hurt kids like that? Go away. I'll give you one chance. But if you ever try to touch him again…"
His eyes turned sharp — deadly.
> "…I will kill you."
Butch's eyes widened — and then narrowed. This brat thinks he's better than me? I'll humiliate him in front of the girls.
He suddenly swung again — but Hassan didn't flinch.
With frightening speed, Hassan caught the punch, twisted Butch's arm, and with a single, fluid motion—
> CRACK.
A gut-wrenching sound followed by a loud scream.
> Butch: "AAAAAAHHH!! MY ARM! MY ARM!!! I'M GONNA KILL YOUUU!!"
He dropped to the ground, clutching his twisted arm, groaning in pain.
But Hassan wasn't finished — a swift kick to the gut made Butch roll onto his side, wheezing.
A crowd had formed. The air turned thick with tension.
Suddenly, a voice barked from behind.
> "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"
It was Hizoki-sensei, storming through the hallway, his sandals slapping the floor.
He froze in shock — Butch, the loudmouth bully known for four past detentions, was groaning on the ground, arm clearly broken. And Hassan, standing over him, calm as ever.
> Butch (crying out, pointing): "HE'S BULLYING ME! AAAHHH!! SAVE ME!! MY ARM!!!"
> Naruto (stepping forward): "That's a lie! He tried to hit me and Hassan protected me!"
Hizoki's eyes shifted to Naruto — and his lips curled into a malicious grin.
> ("Perfect. Now's my chance to get rid of the demon brat for good.")
> Hizoki: "Naruto… you're suspended for this."
> Naruto (shocked): "What?! But he bullied me!! Hassan stopped him!"
Hassan stepped between them, eyes cold as stone.
> Hassan: "Naruto is innocent. I did all of this. Naruto stood frozen. He was just about to get help. He did nothing wrong."
Hizoki narrowed his eyes. Deep down, he knew Hassan was telling the truth. But Hassan's performance at the academy, his potential — he couldn't afford to lose him. Not if he wanted to avoid the wrath of the Hokage.
> ("If I suspend Hassan, I'll be the one who gets suspended… No, I'll punish him just enough to look responsible.")
He turned away with fake indifference.
> Hizoki: "Butch — go to the medic team."
> (to Hassan): "Hassan Uzumaki, you're getting three weeks' detention."
> Hassan (calmly): "Hmph."
No fear. No reaction. Just a slight exhale.
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💫 Later, in the hallway…
Naruto caught up to Hassan outside the classroom.
> Naruto (wide-eyed): "Why did you… take the blame for me?"
Hassan looked at him with calm sincerity.
> Hassan: "Because I believe in you. And you're not just a friend…"
> "…You're like a brother to me."
Naruto sniffled, his eyes brimming with tears.
> Naruto: "T-Thank you… big brother Hassan…"
He lunged forward and hugged him tightly, burying his face in his chest.
Hassan placed a hand gently on Naruto's head.
But around them, eyes stared. Girls from the class, who once admired Hassan's icy mystery and unmatched strength, now whispered.
> "Did you see that?"
"He hugged… Naruto?"
"He's friends with the demon fox…"
"That's so… weird…"
Reputation — shaken.
But Hassan didn't care.
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âś… Objective 5 Complete: Become friends with Naruto.
+5 Points Earned
Current Sharingan Progress: 71/100 Points
🌙 Scene: Hassan's Apartment – Late Night
Hassan sat on the edge of his bed, the moonlight spilling through the cracked blinds, casting silver streaks across the wooden floor. His eyes were locked on the flickering [System Menu] hovering before him. The Sharingan Template:
Progress – 66/100
He exhaled slowly, then leaned back, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
> "Naruto... he was always desperate for love, for someone to believe in him. That desperation made him dangerous in the wrong hands. But now... I have the chance to steer him."
He sat up and looked toward the drawer beside his bed. Slowly, he opened it, revealing a sealed journal labeled "Tactical Psychology: Naruto Uzumaki." Page after page of observations. Habits. Emotional triggers. Weak points. It was all written in perfectly calculated script.
> "If I become his first real friend, he'll cling to me. He'll grow stronger with me. I'll make him my shield — my sword if I need it."
"He'll protect me... without question."
He paused, his fingers tracing the page… then suddenly stopped.
A flash of Naruto's goofy grin appeared in his mind.
The way he'd called him "big brother."
The pure gratitude in his voice when Hassan took the blame.
The hug.
> "Tch... What is this?" he muttered.
Hassan clenched the journal shut and stood up. He walked over to the mirror. His reflection stared back — cold eyes, silver hair tousled like a storm. But something else lingered behind the glass: doubt.
> "I don't need bonds. I just need control. Power. A future where I'm untouchable."
But the thought didn't land like it used to.
> "So why did I hesitate?"
He stared harder. Then, a flicker in the corner of the mirror — his eyes pulsed for a second.
[Sharingan Template: 68/100]
> "Every connection deepens my eyes..."
He smirked — bitter and amused.
> "Maybe... becoming his friend isn't manipulation. Maybe it's evolution."
He turned toward the window again, watching the Hokage Monument in the distance.
> "Fine. I'll be your brother, Naruto... But just know—this path changes both of us."