The next day, dawn sunlight spilled through the paper windows, draping the room in a soft golden glow.
Hidan finally cracked his eyes open. His body reacted with that so-called "early morning natural instinct"… except it wasn't early morning anymore.
By the time he actually rolled over and stretched, the sun was already blazing straight overhead.
"…Shit. Already noon?"
Today was supposed to be important...his first meeting with his three new students. Other teachers had woken up before sunrise, polished their forehead protectors, and shown up like model role models.
Meanwhile, their squad's "teacher"? Only now stumbling out of bed, scratching his head like a drunk uncle at a wedding.
Forget a good impression. Those kids were probably roasting like skewers in the sun by now.
"Ughhh, poor Hinata," Hidan muttered, dragging himself up. "She's probably fainting from nerves already… tch, tragic. As for the dog boy and the bug kid? They can stay there as free solar panels. Builds character."
He slapped his knee and burst out laughing at his own joke.
"Konan!" Hidan shouted, arms stretched wide like he was giving a sermon. "Help me wash up, then boil me a bowl of chicken soup. We'll take it along. Imagine it—the grand entrance!"
"Their teacher shows up late but brings soup! Hinata's shy little face will light up like a festival lantern, kukuku~ that's the kind of surprise that makes legends."
Just picturing Hinata flustered and stammering made him snicker like a supervillain.
Konan, standing nearby with her arms crossed, sighed heavily. "You're seriously hopeless…"
Her tone was flat, but her eye twitched. How did she end up as maid, babysitter, and partner to this idiot?
"Yes, Master…" she finally said, her voice deliberately weak and dripping with sarcasm.
"Oi! Don't say it like you're being tortured! At least sound devoted!" Hidan shot back, puffing his chest out.
Konan raised a brow, deadpan. "You're asking a former Akatsuki to cook chicken soup… for a Genin team. And you want me to sound devoted?"
"Damn right!" Hidan grinned like it was obvious. "It's called style. If I'm late, I better at least arrive with flair. A true teacher doesn't just show up—he makes an entrance!"
Konan muttered something under her breath about regretting every life decision that led her here.
...
"Why?! Damn it! Damn it!"
Kurenai Yuhi cursed three times in a row, stomping her foot under the tree. Even though she had dragged Hinata, Kiba, and Shino into the shade, the air was still suffocatingly hot, and her patience had long burned out.
"Kurenai-sensei," Hinata spoke softly, her voice barely louder than the cicadas. "When will… Hidan-sensei come back?"
Her pale eyes shimmered with quiet expectation. She hadn't even dreamed Hidan would become her teacher. To her, it meant being able to see him every day, train under his guidance… it was pure happiness.
The moment Kurenai heard the name "Hidan," three thick black lines popped onto her forehead.
That damn man. The so-called black-and-white god of death. For some insane reason, he had snatched away the teacher assignment she had fought so hard to secure.
She had even gone straight to the Third Hokage to complain—only to be told, with a puff of pipe smoke, "You've been replaced. If you have a problem, negotiate with Hidan yourself."
Negotiate?! With that lunatic?!
Kurenai clenched her fists. She had finally been promoted to Jōnin, worked endlessly to earn the right to guide a team, prepared lesson plans, training regimens, even speeches for her students. All that effort… crushed with one casual sentence.
She swore then and there she'd make that reckless brat regret it.
Just as Kurenai was planning in her mind how she would "rectify" Hidan, the sound of footsteps drew her attention.
From down the road came Konan, looking strangely serene, as if she were carrying a sacred treasure on her back. And what was that treasure?
"Yo~!" Hidan popped his head up from behind her shoulder, arms spread wide like a celebrity waving from a parade float.
"Hello, hello, my adorable little underlings! From today on, I am your glorious teacher, the one and only Hidan-sama!"
He turned his grin toward Hinata, eyes practically sparkling, then lazily waved at Kiba and Shino as if they were just filler NPCs.
"...Hidan!"
Kurenai's voice cut through the air like a kunai, dripping with barely restrained fury. Her teeth ground together audibly—yet her tone, carried by her natural mature charm, didn't sound angry at all.
It was more like… dangerously sweet. The kind of tone that made you realize you'd just stepped into a trap.
"Huh?"
Hidan turned his head, his eyes landing on the mature woman with curly black hair and piercing crimson eyes. Just as he expected—it was Yuhi Kurenai.
Her outfit drew attention immediately: a form-fitting white bodysuit wrapped with black stripes, bands of white cloth around her legs, her right arm covered by a fiery red sleeve while the left remained bare.
It was an unusual getup, but it radiated the kind of mature allure only a twenty-seven-year-old kunoichi could pull off.
Hidan's gaze trailed down to her long, Thick Thighs, and he let out a low whistle in his mind. Damn… that's top tier. Even better in person.
"Oh? Isn't this Kurenai-sensei?" Hidan drawled, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. "You here to see me for something? But let's save that for later. I haven't even introduced myself to my students yet."
He deliberately stressed the word students, making sure to rub it in.
Standing tall, Hidan spread his arms with exaggerated pride. "That's right! Class Eight now belongs to me—your one and only Sensei Hidan-sama!"
The declaration was half to the kids… and half just to needle Kurenai.
Inside, he grinned. Doesn't matter if she remembers me fondly or wants to strangle me—as long as I leave an impression on this beauty, it's mission accomplished.
After all… before long, the only thing on her mind would be Hidan's "big stick" of a presence.
--------------------------------------
Support me at patreon.com/Arthorain and read upto 50 Advanced Chapters and R-18 Content!
--------------------------------------
Update schedule: 7 chapters/week
Every 100 power stones = 1 Extra Chapter
By voting with [power stones], you can easily get double the number of chapters.