(A/N): Alright, everyone, the moment you've all been waiting for is finally here! The story is about to hit full chaos mode. Get ready for a ridiculously over-the-top ninja who can make even the Konoha F4(Sarutobi Hiruzen, Shimura Danzō, Mitokado Homura, and Utatane Koharu) question reality. Buckle up, because the madness, the laughs, and the ridiculousness start right now!
Konoha Year 35, July 30th
Konoha Ninja School
The morning sunlight spilled into the classroom, bright and warm, though today there was little time to appreciate it. Mid-year exams had arrived, and today was the written portion. Desks were arranged neatly, pens scratched across paper, and the occasional nervous cough echoed softly through the room.
I sat in my usual spot at the second-last bench near the window, the perfect vantage point to observe without being obvious. Kushina sat beside me, pencil poised but eyes flicking nervously at the paper. Behind us, Mikoto and Tsume occupied the last row, whispering and scribbling quietly, glances subtly directed toward me.
The exam began. I flipped through the problems with ease, already knowing most of them by heart. But a little fun never hurt anyone. With the precision and subtlety honed over three years of ninja-level observation, I began helping Kushina and Tsume. A tiny tilt of my pencil here, a cleverly angled glance there, almost imperceptible shifts of my notebook—everything executed perfectly.
Kushina's eyes widened slightly, realizing the hint I'd just given, and she scribbled the correct answer. Tsume smirked faintly, catching the subtle cue behind her notebook, and wrote hers down with quiet satisfaction. Neither of them looked directly at me again, but I could feel their silent thanks.
Mikoto, ever diligent, seemed to notice, her brow furrowing briefly, but she didn't intervene. She knew better than to call me out—I had perfected these subtle tricks. In a ninja school, minor cheating like this was practically part of training; only a jonin or higher could ever catch it, and today, no one was watching that closely.
By the time the exam ended, a soft cheer rose from those finishing first. Kushina and Tsume exchanged relieved glances, their smiles betraying the quiet success of our careful coordination. I leaned back, smirking faintly, pleased with the harmless precision of it all.
After school, the group gathered under the old tree near the academy grounds. Along with our usual crew—Minato, Nawaki, Mikoto, Kushina, Tsume—three others joined: Nara Shikaku, Akimichi Choza, and Yamanaka Inoichi. They had been among the first people I met after being reincarnated, and over time, we all formed this comfortable camaraderie.
"Three-body technique tomorrow," Mikoto whispered as we settled under the tree, eyes darting playfully at each other. "I wonder which variant they'll test us on this time."
Choza chuckled, stretching lazily. "Whatever it is, I hope you guys don't make it look too easy. It's more fun when the stakes feel real."
Inoichi leaned back, hands behind his head. "I'm just here to see Ryo freak out the teachers again. Classic."
Shikaku smirked, eyes sharp even as he spoke casually. "Don't underestimate the exam, though. Ryo, you'll probably finish first… again."
I grinned, shrugging. "It's all about pacing. And a little talent."
We laughed, chatted about strategies, and teased each other about past sparring matches. The group felt full, lively, and warm, but as the sun dipped lower, the familiar subtle pattern emerged. One by one, Shikaku, Choza, and Inoichi left for one "reason" or another—a family matter, extra study, or just a walk home. Each departure was polite, careful, as if respecting the unspoken closeness between me and the three girls.
Soon, it was just us four: Mikoto, Tsume, Kushina, and me. We were closer than ever, the kind of closeness that needed no words, yet there remained a single, subtle barrier—the one final step between friendly teasing and something more. Their smiles and lingering glances hinted at it, and we walked together, chatting lightly, teasing and laughing, the kind of banter that had become second nature over the years.
The sun painted the streets gold and crimson as we parted ways one by one. Mikoto waved, Tsume gave a sly grin, and Kushina lingered, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "See you tomorrow, Ryo…" she said softly.
I watched them leave, chest light, knowing that for the first time, it felt like nothing—not exams, not training, not even the future—could disturb this quiet, perfect moment.
Back at home, I prepared for the final workout. My routine hadn't changed in three years: 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10 km run. Even with my current stats, the exercises were stern, but familiar. I had done this thousands of times over the past three years, each repetition bringing me closer to completion.
Hands on the ground, I pushed through the final sit-ups and squats. My legs screamed during the run, but I pressed forward, letting the rhythm of my breath and heartbeat guide me. And when I crossed the final mark of my 10 km, collapsed onto the grass, and stared at the setting sun, the familiar full blood effect triggered one last time, coursing through my veins in a warm, powerful surge.
I lay there, chest heaving, the sky red and gold above me, and finally… it was over. Three years of relentless training, completed.
A flicker of light appeared beside me. ROB, in his usual calm and teasing demeanor, hovered casually.
"Well," he said, voice playful, "looks like you've finally done it. Try not to destroy the world casually, okay?"
I rolled my eyes, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Relax, ROB. I'll try to leave it intact.."
He chuckled. "I'll hold you to that. Don't make me come back."
I sat up, brushing the dust from my arms. "You won't. And if you do… at least leave me a better warning next time."
ROB winked, a hint of amusement in his digital glow. "Fair enough. Goodbye… for now."
And just like that, he disappeared, leaving me alone with the fading sun, my heart pounding, and a quiet smile on my face. Three years of impossible effort had ended. I was complete. The ultimate.
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Ryo's Status Panel
Physique: Error!
Mind: Error!
Chakra: Error!
Taijutsu: 100 (Kunai/Shuriken 100/100 | Basic Combat 100/100)
Ninjutsu: 100 (Wind Release: Gale Palm – 100/100 | Mystical Palm Technique – 100/100 | Three Body Technique – 100/100)
Nature Transformation: Fire 100/100, Water 100/100, Earth 100/100, Wind 100/100, Lightning 100/100, Yin 100/100, Yang 100/100
Hand Seals: Maxed
Classification: You want me to classify these ridiculous stats? You're too strong for this world.
Remarks:Warning: Attempting to use these stats in normal life may cause unexpected consequences. Use responsibly… or don't, your call.
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(A/N): And that's a wrap on the prologue, everyone! The saga of Naruto: The Unserious Ninja is officially about to begin. I hope you enjoyed Vol. 1 of this book.
I started writing this to craft my own story, and for those of you who followed my last fanfic—you know, the one I translated and dropped —I promise this one will keep that same sense of fun, excitement, and immersion. Thank you for reading, laughing, and enjoying the ride with me so far. Here's to many more ridiculous, chaotic, and unforgettable adventures ahead!
P.S. Since you've all made it this far, if you're enjoying the book, I'd love it if you could drop a vote with those power stones—or even just a comment—so I know this story is hitting the mark for you. Every bit of support means the world. See you all in Vol. 2.