NARUTO: IDE:Chapter 11: Assessment Nakagawa Ichiryū glanced at the three of them, then walked over and sat down in front of them.
“Let’s use this break to introduce ourselves first.” “Alright, Sensei.
We don’t even know your name yet,” the honest Abero said with a grin.
“My name is Nakagawa Ichiryū.
As you know, I’m a Jonin.
I’m thirty-five this year.
I like eating yakiniku, and I dislike people who don’t follow the rules.” After introducing himself, Nakagawa Ichiryū turned toward Abero.
“Your turn.
Introduce yourself like I did.” “My name is Abero.
I’m ten years old this year.
I like making friends, I dislike food with cilantro, and my dream is to become Hokage.” “Hokage…” Another one who had been filled with the Will of Fire.
Shin sighed inwardly.
Nakagawa Ichiryū showed no reaction.
Perhaps he had heard the same answer too many times to care anymore.
He shifted his gaze toward Ito Miyuki.
“And you?” Ito Miyuki shot him a look but still answered honestly.
“My name is Ito Miyuki.
I’ll be ten after the New Year.
I like fighting, and as for what I dislike…” She paused, thinking.
“I dislike wishy-washy boys.
My dream is to become a powerful woman like Lady Tsunade.” As she said that, she clenched her small fist.
“Tsunade…” Shin was speechless.
Tsunade was indeed powerful and famous.
She was also known for her generous bosom.
Looking at Miyuki now, there was still a deep chasm between them.
Why worship her of all people?
Then again, their personalities were fairly similar.
Miyuki just wasn’t quite as fierce.
While Shin was thinking, Nakagawa Ichiryū’s voice pulled him back.
“Your turn, Uchiha shin.” “My name is Uchiha shin.
I’ll be ten in three months.
I like training, and I dislike trouble.
As for my dream…” Shin stopped.
He had nothing.
He had never really thought about it.
In his previous life, his dream had been simple.
Make five million, find a beautiful wife, have two children, and live a comfortable life.
That would have been enough.
After transmigrating into the Ninja World, even staying alive was uncertain.
Someone could kill him at any moment.
Everything he thought about now revolved around one thing: becoming stronger as quickly as possible and surviving.
“Shin…” Ito Miyuki nudged his arm with her elbow.
“What’s wrong?” “Oh…” Shin gathered his thoughts.
“My dream is to awaken the Sharingan and become a strong person.” Those were only the words he gave them.
His real dream was different.
Survive.
Then, if he ever became strong enough, leave this place.
“Sharingan?
What’s that?” Abero immediately became curious.
Ito Miyuki, however, frowned slightly.
She had heard about the Sharingan from her parents.
The Uchiha Ninja who awakened the Sharingan were all a bunch of madmen.
Before Shin could answer, Nakagawa Ichiryū spoke first.
“The Sharingan is the Uchiha Clan’s Kekkei Genkai.
A Ninja who awakens the Sharingan can fight a Chunin even with mediocre strength.
As for the strongest…” Nakagawa Ichiryū turned his eyes toward the direction of the Valley of the End.
After a long silence, he slowly continued, “The strongest can contend with the God of Ninja.” The story of Uchiha Madara was no secret among veteran Ninja, but very few of the younger generation knew about him.
Abero and Ito Miyuki both cried out in surprise.
They didn’t know who Uchiha Madara was, but they knew the God of Ninja—the First Hokage, the man who founded Konoha’s peace.
The first portrait carved into the Hokage Rock belonged to him.
To be able to contend with the God of Ninja, one could imagine just how terrifying that person had been.
Ito Miyuki had been slightly worried about Shin before, but now she couldn’t help feeling envious of his bloodline.
Nakagawa Ichiryū didn’t explain any further.
Uchiha Madara was a taboo in Konoha.
Talking about that man too freely could bring trouble down on his own head.
He had only mentioned it because Shin’s dream had brought the memory to mind.
Although Nakagawa didn’t know much about the Uchiha Clan, Shin being assigned to him already told him something: Shin had not awakened the Sharingan.
Otherwise, why would the Uchiha hand an awakened Sharingan user over to an outsider?
They would have arranged for one of their own Jonin to teach him personally.
That also meant the Uchiha had already given up on Shin, believing he had no chance of awakening the Sharingan.
Nakagawa kept that thought to himself.
It was better for Shin to have a goal.
At least it would keep him training instead of letting himself rot away.
About half an hour later, Nakagawa Ichiryū clapped his hands and stood up.
“That’s enough.
We’ll begin the next assessment.
The previous one was only a basic test.
The real challenge starts now.” He paused, then a mischievous smile crept across his face.
“Also, I have some news for you.” Gulp!
Abero swallowed hard before cautiously asking, “What news?” “If you fail the next assessment, you’ll be sent back to the Ninja Academy and repeat a year.” What a great thing!
Shin’s eyes immediately lit up.
Wasn’t this exactly what he wanted?
“What?” Abero shot to his feet.
The thought of being sent back to the Academy was clearly unacceptable to him.
“Sensei Nakagawa, you’re not joking, are you?” “Idiot…” Ito Miyuki puffed out her cheeks.
“This has been the rule for years.
You don’t even know that?” “Heh heh.” Nakagawa Ichiryū chuckled twice without explaining further.
He reached toward his waist, and a scroll appeared in his hand.
“Now, your goal is the scroll in my hand.
As for the time…” Nakagawa Ichiryū glanced up at the sky.
“Until noon.
And there’s an additional penalty.
Anyone who fails doesn’t get lunch.” Abero’s face fell.
“Sensei, you’re a Jonin.
No matter how capable we are, there’s no way we can snatch the scroll from you.
Isn’t that just bullying?” Abero might have looked a little slow, but he wasn’t stupid, much less an ignorant Naruto.
He knew exactly how wide the gap between Ninja could be.
Forget the three of them.
Even thirty Genin working together wouldn’t have a chance of taking something from a genuine Jonin.
“What’s the rush?
I haven’t finished speaking,” Nakagawa Ichiryū said with a smile.
“From now on, I won’t attack you directly, and the methods I use won’t exceed what a Genin can do.
As for you, use whatever means you want.
“Surprise attacks, poison, traps.
Anything goes.
Your only goal is to take this scroll from my hand.” ____ 📚 Want to read the next 30 chapters RIGHT NOW?