[Ding!
Detected Host forcefully exposing Kakashi’s face (childhood).
Reward: Ninjutsu +10.]
‘See?
Pranking these future pillars of the village always yields great results!’ Senzan cheered inwardly.
Kakashi, on the other hand, looked utterly miserable.
That brilliant, neon rainbow-colored mask was just…
way too much to handle.
Meanwhile, Obito—who had just been struck by Senzan’s devastating One Thousand Years of Death—finally managed to stagger to his feet.
Clutching his backside, his face was flushed a furious crimson.
It was obvious he was in agonizing pain.
“You’re supposed to be our teacher?!” Obito shrieked, actual tears welling in his eyes.
“How could you sneak attack me like that?!
That’s going way too far!
That move…
that was completely despicable!”
“What’s wrong with that technique?” Senzan scoffed, crossing his arms.
“Let me tell you, that ‘One Thousand Years of Death’ is Lord White Fang’s ultimate secret technique.
Do you know why they call him the White Fang of the Hidden Leaf?”
That instantly piqued everyone’s curiosity, including Kakashi’s.
The young genius had always wondered about his father’s terrifying moniker, but whenever he asked, his dad would just laugh it off and change the subject.
He had absolutely no idea where it actually came from.
“It is precisely because of the terrifying lethality of the One Thousand Years of Death that Senior Sakumo Hatake earned the title ‘White Fang of the Leaf’!” Senzan declared with absolute, unwavering confidence.
The entire class was stunned.
Obito looked especially horrified—he absolutely refused to believe that the legendary, revered White Fang had built his reputation on that vile technique.
Watching one of the future final bosses of the ninja world act like this took everything Senzan had not to burst out laughing.
He didn’t harbor a single thought of assassinating Obito while he was young and weak.
After all, knowing Madara’s obsessive temper, if he couldn’t use Obito, he’d just track down some other pawn—a Fire-bito, a Water-bito, whoever.
It was better to just leave things as they were with Obito.
At least down the line, Naruto could still use his Talk-no-Jutsu to drag this idiot back to the light.
“Hehehe.
Listen up, brats,” Senzan sneered, dropping his playful demeanor.
“When you’re in my class, you don’t get to relax for a single second.
The enemies waiting outside these walls won’t give you any room to breathe.”
He clapped his hands sharply.
“Now!
Everyone!
Using the Academy grounds as your perimeter, conceal yourselves!
You have exactly five minutes!”
The ultimate goal of concealment was, obviously, staying perfectly hidden.
And in the ninja world, practical application was always vastly superior to classroom lectures.
The moment he gave the order, the entire class scrambled into action, darting out the door and scattering across the building.
When the five minutes were up, Senzan finally strolled out of the classroom to begin his hunt. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
‘Hey, Chomei.
Lend me your compound eyes for a bit, will you?
Saves me the trouble of actually looking for them.’
Silence.
‘Chomei?
You there?’
‘…Kid,’ Chomei sighed heavily in his mind.
‘You’re using my Tailed Beast chakra to cheat at hide-and-seek with a bunch of children.
Do you have absolutely no shame?’
‘What is shame?
Can you eat it?’
‘…’ Chomei paused, then let out a booming laugh.
‘Whatever!
I’ll lend it to you!
I’m pooling my chakra into your eyes.
Let’s see exactly how you plan to bully these brats!
Hahaha, I have to admit, I kind of love how you operate!’
Birds of a feather truly did flock together.
In just a few short days, the mighty Seven-Tails had already been thoroughly corrupted by Senzan.
The ‘Mother Bug’s Eye’ was one of Chomei’s specialized abilities.
Most insects possessed compound eyes, and as a giant insectoid Tailed Beast, Chomei’s vision was incredibly formidable—it even came fully equipped with built-in thermal tracking.
Armed with a literal Tailed Beast cheat code, Senzan’s first hide-and-seek trial with Kakashi’s class lasted exactly three minutes.
Within those three minutes, Senzan ruthlessly dragged every single squealing kid back into the classroom one by one.
When Kakashi, the final holdout, was brought back in, the entire class stared in sheer disbelief.
“Already?
I thought for sure Kakashi would last longer.” “No, I think Teacher Senzan is just way too strong.”
Even Kakashi himself couldn’t figure out where he had gone wrong.
He had flawlessly used the Transformation Jutsu to turn into a rock.
So why did Senzan just walk right up, kick him squarely in the side, and drag him back by his left ankle?!
“You all thoroughly disappoint me,” Senzan sighed, shaking his head at the battered class.
“An entire room of future shinobi, and you couldn’t even last five minutes?”
He pointed a finger straight at the Uchiha.
“And you, Obito.
If you’re going to use the Transformation Jutsu to try and fool me, could you at least turn into something that actually makes sense?
Have you ever seen a toad over a meter tall?!
Hmm?!”
The rest of the class giggled, while Obito slumped in misery.
He had meant to turn into a normal toad, but he completely botched the chakra control and ended up inflating the transformation.
“And Kakashi, you’re no better,” Senzan added, turning to the boy in the rainbow mask.
“Transforming into a rock was a solid idea.
But have you ever seen a perfectly clean rock sitting completely by itself right in the middle of a polished wooden hallway?
Do you have zero common sense?”
Kakashi froze.
“Everyone!
Take out your notebooks!” Senzan barked.
“I want the word ‘Concealment’ written exactly five hundred times! This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Start writing!”
Kakashi: ‘???’ Obito: ‘???’ Rin: ‘???’ The entire class: ‘???’
Meanwhile, inside the Hokage’s office.
“Hahahaha!
This kid actually has them writing lines!
Five hundred times!
Now that’s interesting!”
Hiruzen Sarutobi laughed uproariously, leaning over his crystal ball as he watched the scene unfold in the Academy.
Standing quietly behind the Hokage’s desk was a white-haired man—the legendary White Fang of the Leaf, Sakumo Hatake.
Hearing Senzan’s earlier lecture, a wry, somewhat embarrassed smile played on Sakumo’s lips.
“Speaking of which, Sakumo,” Hiruzen chuckled, glancing back.
“Did your ‘White Fang’ moniker truly come from that…
One Thousand Years of Death technique?”
Sakumo awkwardly cleared his throat, but he slowly nodded.
“Back on the battlefield in the Land of Hot Water, the enemy ninja simply wouldn’t stop jumping out to pick fights.
So, I decided to give them a little…
punishment.
I actually invented the One Thousand Years of Death right then and there.
It ended up traumatizing them so badly that they started spreading terrified rumors about me across the frontlines…
and over time, the name just stuck.”
Hearing the confirmation, Hiruzen laughed even harder.
Sakumo, however, was far more interested in Gekko Senzan.
Setting the joke aside, tracking down dozens of hidden students in exactly three minutes was no small feat.
Sakumo could have done it too, of course, but nowhere near as casually and effortlessly as Senzan just had.
It seemed the Hokage was right.
When it came to the art of stealth and tracking, that boy was a genius among geniuses.
From the moment Senzan became a teacher, the apocalypse truly arrived for that generation of Academy students.
Every single class was forced to experience the sheer, unadulterated terror of Gekko Senzan.
The guy caused trouble every single day.
If he wasn’t using his Transparency Jutsu to suddenly pop out of thin air and scare them half to death, he was employing the most underhanded, dirty tricks imaginable during their practical stealth exercises.
Because Senzan recognized so many familiar faces in this batch—like the toothpick-chewing Genma Shiranui and the energetic Might Guy—he made sure to give them plenty of ‘special attention’.
It didn’t take long for Senzan to earn a brand-new title among the student body: The Demon King.
Simultaneously, thanks to his daily routine of relentlessly tormenting children, his system stats enjoyed a steady, comprehensive boost across the board.
This peaceful routine continued for nearly a year.
In the blink of an eye, graduation season arrived.
Senzan sat at his desk, scanning the list of students applying for early graduation.
Right at the top, printed in bold ink, was the name Kakashi Hatake.
He smirked.
‘So, the little genius wants to graduate?
Did you ask for permission from your Demon King first?’
But just as he was rolling up his sleeves to personally oversee Kakashi’s graduation exam, a sudden summons arrived.
An emergency mission.