Asahi was once again complaining about how unreasonable the Ninja Academy was.
Today was Saturday, and they still had classes!
Wasn’t this basically child abuse?
Elementary school students… well, little kids had no rights.
If there was some kind of “child protection agency” around, Asahi would definitely file a complaint against the Academy for mistreating students…
But there was no choice.
He still had to go to school on Saturdays.
His life was harder than a high school senior preparing for college entrance exams.
Asahi made a silent vow: If I ever become the Principal of the Ninja Academy… I’m going to cancel Sundays too!
Only one day off per month!
“Those who have been caught in the rain often want to tear away others’ umbrellas…”
It’s only human nature, not petty-mindedness.
Kurenai Yūhi, with her little backpack on, had her lips pursed so high you could hang an oil bottle on them.
Her tone was sour, filled with a sense of hopeless resignation.
“Asahi, why is your brain so good?
Why can you learn something so complicated just by watching it once…”
She had been utterly defeated again yesterday.
Asahi was a total monster.
After watching her father demonstrate the basics of taijutsu just once, he was already able to mimic it perfectly.
Yet she had watched it several times over and only managed to remember part of it.
They both had one head, so why was the difference so huge?
Asahi couldn’t exactly explain it.
He had cheats, after all.
Could a cheater be considered normal?
He just shrugged his shoulders.
“Is it possible…
that you’re just too stupid?”
This time, Kurenai didn’t argue back.
She just let out a small sigh, wearing the subtle expression of someone who had seen through the vanity of the world.
“Sigh…”
Compared to Asahi, she really did feel a little slow-witted…
“Kurenai, this attitude won’t do.” Asahi felt this was unacceptable.
She was only six years old, how could she already be so defeated?
He had completely forgotten that he was the one who had knocked her confidence down in the first place…
Asahi immediately started feeding her some motivational chicken soup:
“No matter what difficulties you face, don’t be afraid!
Smile and face them head-on!
The best way to conquer fear is to face fear itself!
Perseverance is victory!
Let’s go!!”
“…” Kurenai felt an inexplicable wave of awkwardness.
She was practically digging a hole with her toes.
She wanted to say something, but just couldn’t find the words…
Asahi was having one of his episodes again, and they seemed to be happening more frequently lately…
Was there a cure for this?
“If you don’t respond, I feel really awkward, you know?
I was just cheering you on and everything.”
Asahi was also speechless.
What was with the silence?
It was super awkward getting no reaction.
Kurenai bit her lip.
“Asahi, maybe we should go see a doctor sometime?
Can’t we get this…
bad habit of yours treated?”
Asahi glanced sideways at her and pouted.
I’m not sick, why would I see a doctor?”
“You are!”
“I’m not!”
As they bickered, the two soon arrived at the Ninja Academy.
They weren’t late.
But someone else was.
The undisputed King of Tardiness, Obito Uchiha, who was late seven or eight times a week, was using the same old excuse again: helping an old lady cross the road.
Case closed, right?
That old lady was definitely White Zetsu in disguise.
To think he had already set his sights on Obito now…
Madara Uchiha really did plan far ahead.
Today was another theory class, learning the mathematics of projectile trajectories for ninja tools.
Some students scratched their heads, their faces pale with confusion, while others sat calmly and composedly.
The difference between the top students and the stragglers was obvious.
The class passed quickly.
Ring-ring-ring!
The bell rang.
Obito Uchiha scrambled out of his seat and rushed over to Asahi, looking as relieved as if he had just been tortured.
“Asahi, I brought the money!
Where’s that ‘Study Drill’ thing you mentioned?”
A customer had arrived!
Asahi greeted him with a wide, friendly smile.
“Cash on delivery!
Don’t worry, there are no traitors here.”
“Here, take it.” Obito pulled a handful of coins out of his little wallet and placed them on Asahi’s desk, his voice trembling with excitement.
“Hurry up, show me what this ‘Study Drill’ is!”
This drew a strange look from Kurenai sitting nearby.
She thought Obito was truly a brave soul!
Asahi wasn’t in a rush.
His tone turned serious.
“Let me make this clear first.
All sales are final.
No returns, no refunds.
Once the money changes hands, the deal is done.
Agree to that, and we have a transaction.”
Obito thought for a moment and asked, “Will these ‘Study Drills’ really improve my written test scores?”
Asahi nodded firmly.
“Of course they will.
I would never cheat a classmate.”
“Alright, here’s the money.”
“Much appreciated, boss!”
Putting the coins away, Asahi took a prepared notebook out of his bag and handed it over, smiling warmly.
“Looking forward to doing business with you again!”
“Hope it works…” Obito muttered, flipping casually through the small book.
But as he looked, he froze.
W-what…
What is this?
The numbers and characters were familiar, but put together like this, they were completely incomprehensible.
Given wind speed is X, weight of senbon is Y, distance from target is Z, user strength is A, throwing velocity is B…
Finally, the question: At what angle and with how much force must the senbon be thrown to hit the bullseye?
He could barely understand that part, but the rest looked like alien script…
And what were those symbols!?
Were they some kind of secret jutsu seals?
Obito looked at Asahi suspiciously.
“This is what you call ‘Study Drills’?
What is this stuff?
It looks similar to what Teacher Oda teaches, but also…
different?
“Of course it looks similar!
They’re basically the same type of questions, otherwise why call it drilling?” Asahi said nonchalantly, pinching his thumb and index finger together.
“It’s just…
a tiny bit harder.
And they get more difficult as you go on.”
“As for those symbols, there’s an explanation on the last page.
Figure it out yourself.
There are over a hundred questions here, more content for the same price!”
“Oh right, I run an honest business.
If you don’t understand, you can ask me.
I offer two rounds of after-sales service!”
Asahi patted his chest confidently.
“Believe me!
If you finish all these, or even just understand the principles behind part of them, your grades will definitely shoot up!”
In his past life, six or seven-year-old kids could barely read.
But in this world, they were already learning projectile motion mathematics…
They hadn’t even mastered basic addition and subtraction yet, and they were jumping straight into advanced math!
The students here really suffered!
Oh well, it’s not his problem anyway.
Teacher Oda’s questions were far too simple, elementary school level.
Asahi could solve them at a glance without even thinking.
As for whether Obito could understand it…
he probably could.
Kurenai might scream and complain about how hard the questions were, but she could actually solve the easier ones…
“Actually, once you get the logic, it’s not that hard!
I believe in you, Obito!” Kurenai chimed in.
She was secretly delighted that someone else was going to suffer just like her.
She couldn’t be the only one tormented by these problems!
“O-okay then…
I’ll give it a try!” Hearing Kurenai’s encouragement, Obito’s desire to improve his grades and impress Rin Nohara finally won out.
Fine, he would drill!
He had to get better grades and make Rin look at him with new eyes!
And then…
and then…
his mind went completely blank.
It was his first time experiencing the true pain of ‘grinding’ practice questions.
At first, it wasn’t too bad, almost identical to the teacher’s examples, just phrased differently.
He could barely manage those.
But the further he went, the more exhausted he felt mentally.
He racked his brains but couldn’t find the answers…
He put on his ‘pain face’ again.
He was starting to regret this.
Spending money just to torture himself?
Was this really worth it?
But he had already agreed there would be no returns.
He couldn’t go back on his word, that would be dishonorable!
Besides, Rin had heard what he said just now.
No matter how painful it was, he had to swallow it down…
In the end…
Obito completely broke down.
“AAAAHHH!
What kind of garbage questions are these!!”
“Schedule”
Monday – Friday – Update 3 Chapters a Day
Saturday – Sunday – Off