After listening to the Elite Class finish their introductions, Sora pointed toward the windows.
“Your course lasts one year.”
“Of course, if any of you reaches jōnin level before that year is over, you can graduate early.”
The students listened carefully.
Sora continued,
“And from now on, don’t use the door.”
Several students blinked.
“Use the windows.”
“This classroom is on the fifth floor.”
“If you call yourself a shinobi but can’t even find a way up here without using the stairs, then don’t bother coming to class.”
He paused.
“And if you damage school property, you’ll pay ten times the replacement cost.”
Hiruzen’s expression twitched slightly.
Sora casually continued,
“For now, Hiruzen will serve as acting class leader.”
“Hiruzen, take everyone to the Academy’s large training ground.”
Then Sora seemed to remember something.
“Oh, right.”
“Hiruzen’s position is only temporary.”
“If anyone doesn’t accept him as class leader, challenge him.”
“Whoever defeats him gets the position.”
Several students immediately became interested.
“As for the benefits of being class leader…”
Sora thought about it.
“You might get to learn a few extra ninjutsu.”
“Or after graduation, you might have a chance to become one of the shinobi serving directly under the Hokage.”
He waved his hand.
“You understand the idea.”
With that, Sora left the classroom and headed downstairs toward the Junior Class.
The moment he disappeared—
Danzō pointed directly at Hiruzen.
“Don’t think you’ll remain class leader just because you made a good first impression on Sensei Hatake.”
Hiruzen turned toward him.
Danzō continued coldly,
“I’ll challenge you later.”
“I recently learned a powerful Wind Release technique.”
“You won’t be able to block it.”
“Hah!”
Hiruzen grinned.
“You think I’m afraid of you?”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Then he suddenly pointed toward the window.
“But until you beat me, I’m still the class leader.”
“So right now, you all listen to me.”
“Let’s go!”
Hiruzen charged toward the window first.
Then—
CRASH!
He kicked straight through the glass and flew outside.
The classroom fell silent.
Sora had literally just warned them that damaging school property meant paying ten times the price.
And the acting class leader had destroyed a window within seconds.
Behind them, an Uchiha boy leaned closer to Kagami.
“Kagami.”
“You’re the strongest.”
“You should become class leader.”
“I’ll support you.”
He looked toward the broken window Hiruzen had just jumped through.
“That Sarutobi is way too arrogant.”
“How could our Uchiha clan possibly be inferior to the Sarutobi?”
“Absolutely impossible.”
Kagami hesitated.
“I’ll…
do my best.”
Another group was already discussing the same thing.
“Kyokufū, regardless of whether we win or lose later, we can’t let Sarutobi take all the attention.”
“Of course not.”
Nearby, an Inuzuka boy hugged a large black dog more than a meter long.
“Little Black won’t let him steal all the attention either.”
“Woof!
Woof!”
The black dog nodded with almost human intelligence.
The classroom quickly became lively.
Everyone wanted to prove themselves.
…
Sora paid no attention to the arguments behind him.
He was already walking downstairs with Hashirama.
Hashirama suddenly smiled.
“You know…”
“I’m starting to want to become a teacher too.”
“This actually looks fun.”
Sora glanced at him.
Hashirama continued,
“I always imagined a shinobi school would be like the way my father taught us during the Warring States era.”
“Be cold-blooded.”
“Use whatever means are necessary.”
“Learn how to kill the enemy faster.”
His expression became more serious.
“Tobirama mentioned the idea of establishing a school before.”
“At first, I didn’t support it.”
“I was worried he might simply produce even more cold and ruthless shinobi.”
Hashirama smiled again.
“But with you teaching them…”
“I’m relieved.”
Sora laughed.
“I’m mostly just making things up as I go.”
“What do I know about teaching?”
“Compared with Tobirama, I barely know any ninjutsu.”
“You both know the Hatake clan naturally has smaller chakra reserves.”
“So I never mastered that many techniques.”
Hashirama shook his head.
“Being knowledgeable and knowing how to teach are two different things.”
Then his expression became serious.
“I don’t want shinobi to become nothing more than killers.”
“The shinobi I believe in exist to protect.”
“Not to slaughter others just so their village can expand.”
Hashirama looked ahead.
“Over the next few days, I’ll collect some simpler ninjutsu scrolls and give them to you.”
“I’ll leave these children in your hands.”
“If I can contribute that much, I’ll be happy.”
Sora immediately looked at him.
“You really don’t have to go through so much trouble.”
Hashirama smiled.
Then Sora added,
“Do you have any Lightning Release techniques?”
“…”
Hashirama stared at him.
“Probably.”
Sora nodded in satisfaction.
Hashirama sighed internally.
This old man really never understood the concept of being polite.
…
Junior Class
The first-floor classroom was in complete chaos.
Thirty-eight children filled the room.
The youngest was only around three years old.
The oldest was six.
In peaceful Konoha, they were still genuinely little children.
Twenty-four came from established shinobi clans.
At least twelve more were the children of civilian shinobi and possessed only a vague understanding of what being a ninja actually meant.
The moment Sora entered— a boy sitting in the front row immediately stood respectfully.
“Sensei.”
It was Sakumo.
Sora nodded.
“Mm.”
He walked onto the platform.
Then placed one hand on the hilt of Snow Blade.
Slowly— far more slowly than he had for the Elite Class—
Sora drew the sword.
Most of the children could clearly see his movements.
He looked toward the steel lectern.
“I’ll show you something.”
“Cutting tofu.”
Several children tilted their heads.
Sora tapped the lectern.
“I had this specially made from steel.”
Then—
SHING!
Snow Blade returned to its sheath.
This time, the movement was slow enough for most of them to follow.
A moment later—
CLANG!
The steel lectern split neatly into two halves.
Both pieces crashed onto the floor.
The children’s eyes widened.
“So strong!”
A child from the Hatake clan immediately recognized the significance of the strike.
“That swordsmanship is amazing!”
“He cut through steel with one slash!”
“That’s incredible!”
“Whoa!”
“Sensei is so strong!”
The previously chaotic classroom remained noisy— but now everyone was making the same kind of noise.
Some stared blankly.
Others looked at Sora with open admiration.
Hashirama watched from nearby.
The exact same sword technique— but performed at a completely different speed.
His confidence in Sora as a teacher grew even further.
Sora waited a moment.
“Everyone, quiet down.”
The children gradually stopped talking.
Sora rested one hand on Snow Blade.
“If anyone keeps making noise…”
“I’ll have to test my sword on them.”
He pointed toward the two halves of the lectern.
“Tell me.”
“Which do you think is harder?”
“Your body?”
“Or that steel table?”
The classroom instantly became much quieter.
Sora continued,
“You might be thinking that your parents or grandparents will protect you.”
“That I wouldn’t dare cut one of you.”
He smiled.
“But suppose I actually did.”
“I have the Hokage backing me.”
Sora pointed toward Hashirama.
“So which is stronger?”
“Your parents?”
“Your grandparents?”
“Or the Hokage?”
“Take a guess.”
This time, Hashirama wasn’t standing outside the classroom.
He was right beside the platform.
After watching Sora teach the Elite Class, he had become increasingly entertained by the whole experience.
Hashirama smiled.
“At the moment…”
“No one can beat me.”
“…!”
Every child immediately shut their mouth.
A few became so quiet that even their breathing softened.
They hadn’t really believed Sora would cut someone just for talking.
But after Hashirama spoke?
They believed it.
To the adults of Konoha, Hashirama Senju was already a legendary god of shinobi.
To these children— he was practically a figure from myth.
Sora nodded in satisfaction.
“That’s better.”
“Now let’s introduce ourselves.”
“Tell me your name.”
“What you think you’re good at.”
“And your dream.”
“If you want to say something else, that’s fine too.”
He pointed toward the first row.
“You.”
“The kid with the pretty ruby-red eyes.”
“You go first.”
A small black-haired boy with red eyes nervously stood.
“I-I’m Yūhi Shinku.”
“I think…
I might be good at genjutsu.”
“My dream is to become a powerful shinobi like my father.”
The next child stood.
“I’m Gekkō Shūfū.”
“I know some swordsmanship too.”
“I want Sensei to teach me the sword technique you just used.”
His expression became serious.
“My dream is to surpass the Hatake clan and Lord Tobirama…”
“and become Konoha’s strongest swordsman!”
Another child immediately stood.
“I’m Mitarashi Benimaru.”
“I’m smarter than my older brother.”
“My dream is to surpass him.”
Then—
Sakumo stood.
“I’m Hatake Sakumo.”
“I specialize in swordsmanship.”
His young face became unusually serious.
“My dream is to surpass my master.”
Sora looked at the children.
His expression gradually became strange.
Except for Sakumo, he wasn’t particularly familiar with these individuals.
But those surnames…
Yūhi.
Gekkō.
Mitarashi.
Hatake.
They suddenly reminded him of something from his previous life.
A Naruto legend that fans had once incorrectly passed around as though it were canon.
The so-called—
Eight Colors of Konoha.
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