[[Mission [The path of a Slime Ninja] successful!]
Rewards: [2x Lottery Spin], [+500 Points], [+200 EXP]]
Without any mystery, as soon as he passed through the classroom door, the notification of the completed mission arrived in the form of a holographic page.
Right below this page, a new page appeared:
[[Mission: The path of a Slime Ninja II]
Objective: Until it's time to go home, make 3 classmates remember your name.
Rewards: [2x Lottery Spin], [+600 Points], [+400 EXP]]
'This is going to be easy!' He thought confidently.
Luka let his eyes wander around the classroom, until they stopped on an individual.
Shino Aburame.
Shino, who had his head lowered, felt a terrible chill run down his spine.
Raising his head and looking around in confusion, he felt the insects in his body become very agitated, as if they had seen something terrible.
At that moment Luka had already looked away from Shino and continued talking with Maki.
Internally, Luka thought: 'I wonder what the result would be if I preyed on the specially cultivated insects of the Aburame Clan...'
"Let's sit here." Luka said, in front of the desk in the second row on the left, next to Hinata.
"Uh-huh." Maki agreed.
Hinata, seeing them sit beside her, gave a slight nod. She didn't seem as shy as before, but she looked a little nervous.
Maki stayed in the middle, Hinata on the far left and Luka on the right.
Sasuke, touching Luka's shoulder in a friendly manner: "I'm going to sit in the back."
"Alright." Luka replied.
At the desk beside him, Luka felt a 'hungry' gaze directed at him.
Turning around, he saw a little girl with short blonde hair with a green clip on the left side, and green eyes.
When she saw him looking at her, she smiled and said: "Hello, my name is Ino Yamanaka. Can we be friends?"
"No problem." He replied: "I'm Luka, Luka Namikaze."
"The Hokage's son?" Her eyes sparkled like a fangirl's.
Her words attracted the attention of the rest of the class.
In an instant, several murmurs spread around because of it.
Closing her left eye, clasping her hands together while sticking out her tongue, trying to act cute, she said: "Sorry, it wasn't intentional."
"It doesn't matter." Luka shrugged: "Sooner or later they were going to find out."
"Hey, hey, are you really the Fourth Hokage's son?" One student came up to his desk enthusiastically.
"He must be... Look how yellow his hair is, he must take after the Hokage." Another said.
"You're very close to her." One of them pointed at Maki, asking: "Are you friends?"
"He is my oniichan!" Maki puffed out her chest proudly as she exclaimed.
"That's true, she really resembles the Fourth Hokage's wife, Kushina-sama!"
"Amazing! I'm in the same class as the Hokage's children!!"
While the students began to get excited about this news, the sensei entered the classroom.
"Be quiet!" The sensei shouted: "Right now, everyone to your seats!"
With books in hand, the sensei walked to the wooden desk, then placed his hands on the desk with a loud 'Bang', leaning forward: "I understand that everything is new for you, and that you're excited and all, however, as future ninjas, you need to learn some basic rules, one of them being to always respect your senseis."
Seeing that everyone had fallen silent, he nodded in satisfaction, walking to the green board, picking up a piece of white chalk and beginning to write very quickly with a bit of force for impact.
Finishing with a loud sound of the chalk scratching against the board, he put the chalk back with a 'Bang' and turned to the class, with his hands behind his back.
On the board was written: [Onizuka Springfield]
"My name is Onizuka Springfield. Starting today, I will be in charge of this class. You may call me Onizuka-sensei. Or just sensei if you prefer." He said slowly with controlled calm: "Any questions?"
Onizuka-sensei had short dark purple hair, brown eyes, and wore a small pair of glasses that rested on his nose. On his forehead, he wore a Konoha ninja headband. The vest he wore belonged to ninjas above the Genin rank. He was around 1.7 m tall. He wasn't tall, but he also wasn't exactly short.
"Sensei!" Ino raised her hand.
"You may ask."
Clearing her throat, Ino asked: "Before becoming a sensei, were you a Chūnin?"
Onizuka said with an amused smile upon hearing this question: "Yes, I was a Chūnin, but that was a few years ago, before I was promoted to the rank of Jōnin. Does that answer your question?"
"Wow! Sensei is a Jōnin!"
Although not that uncommon, it was still a surprise especially for students who came from ordinary families.
"Hmph! Why are you all so surprised just because sensei is a Jōnin? In the future, I will be a powerful ninja admired by everyone like the Fourth Hokage." With one hand resting on his face, a little boy grumbled: "Right, Akamaru?"
"Ruff!" The little white puppy on his head barked.
After another session of conversations mixed with answers and questions, Onizuka-sensei said: "Okay, let's stop here and start attendance. Just answer when your names are called."
He picked up the attendance book.
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The lunch break was at 11 in the morning and lasted until 12:30.
An hour and a half break.
It wasn't exactly forbidden to bring food from home, but preferably, it was better to eat what everyone else was going to eat.
The food was made by the school's cooks. But the ones who served it were the students themselves in turns.
The one who implemented this rule was Minato.
As an orphan, he understood better than anyone what it was like to see other students eating good things. And, even now there were still many orphan students. Because of that, it was important that everyone ate the same thing.
And, the food prepared by the school was very good.
Minato spared no expense in this aspect.
Many were against it, especially the elders, but he stood firm.
"They are the future of our village!"
The weight of these words, especially coming from an orphan who became Hokage, even unwillingly, made them fall silent.
The lunch served on the first day was rice, meatballs with sauce and salad.
"It tastes a bit like papa's food." Maki commented.
"Papa?" One of the children who was walking near them heard that, surprised by the way she said it.
"Otousan!" She corrected herself loudly, embarrassed.
'Isn't she adorable?' Luka laughed quietly.
"Most of the recipes must be from father and mother." He said: "That's why the taste is so familiar."
"The Hokage's recipes?"
Hearing that, the students felt that the taste of the food became even better.
Some students who came from ordinary families, or were orphans, strangely started crying with emotion...
'Sometimes I forget the weight that father's name carries.' Luka thought.
It was no wonder their gazes seemed like they wanted to pierce through him.