In Sora’s previous life, the so-called Eight Colors of Konoha had never actually been part of Naruto canon.
It was nothing more than something fans had invented and passed around.
Sora had never believed it.
After all, the supposed members weren’t even from the same generation.
The White Fang and Minato Namikaze alone were separated by a considerable age gap.
But after hearing the names of the children sitting in front of him today…
Sora suddenly had a thought.
Maybe the Eight Colors of Konoha never existed originally.
But now that I’m here…
why can’t I create them myself?
The idea immediately excited him.
Compared with the Elite Class, the introductions in the Junior Class were much simpler.
These children were still very young.
Some of them hadn’t even begun refining chakra yet.
Even the ones eager to show off often had no idea what they were actually talented at.
So their introductions ended quickly.
Once the last child sat down, Sora looked over the classroom.
“Now I’ll explain a few rules.”
The room immediately quieted.
Sora raised one finger.
“First.”
“I like students who are useful.”
Several children blinked.
“Your first assessment will take place six months from now.”
“By then, every one of you must possess at least one skill you can genuinely call your specialty.”
“Or, at the very least, one outstanding advantage.”
Sora pointed toward Sakumo.
“For example.”
“Sakumo specializes in swordsmanship.”
“At the moment, if any one of you fought him alone…”
“you would lose.”
He paused.
“And if he fought seriously, some of you might even be killed with a single slash.”
Several children immediately looked toward Sakumo.
Sakumo remained sitting calmly.
“Swordsmanship is his specialty.”
“That is his advantage.”
Then Sora pointed toward Mitarashi Benimaru.
“You said you’re intelligent, didn’t you?”
Benimaru nodded.
“If you can use your brain to create a strategy that defeats Sakumo…”
“then intelligence and strategy count as your specialty.”
“You’d pass the assessment too.”
Sora looked around the classroom again.
“But if six months pass and you still have nothing that makes you stand out…”
“And you haven’t even reached genin level…”
His expression became completely serious.
“Then get out of my Academy.”
“I don’t need students that useless.”
Silence.
Sora asked,
“Any objections?”
“Yes!”
A blond-haired boy suddenly stood up.
His name was Namikaze Ruruka.
He looked angry.
“That’s unfair!”
Sora raised an eyebrow.
The boy continued,
“The Hatake clan is already famous as Konoha’s strongest swordsmanship clan.”
“They’ve been training in swordsmanship since they were little.”
“They already started with an advantage!”
He pointed toward Sakumo.
“So Sakumo practically passes the test before it even begins.”
“For civilian students like us, that isn’t fair!”
Sora calmly nodded.
“You’re right.”
Ruruka froze.
Sora looked directly at him.
“It isn’t fair.”
Then he asked,
“But tell me something, kid.”
“Has this world ever been fair?”
Ruruka opened his mouth.
“Well…”
He couldn’t think of an answer.
Because once he seriously considered the question— the answer was obvious.
No.
The world had never been fair.
Sora’s voice became colder.
“There are two kinds of people who constantly complain about fairness.”
“The first are weaklings who refuse to work hard.”
“They’re powerless, so they hope everyone else will lower themselves enough to make life fair for them.”
Several children instinctively straightened.
“The second kind…”
“are idiots.”
Sora looked toward Ruruka.
“Suppose one day you become a genin.”
“You accept a mission.”
“And halfway through that mission, you encounter an enemy jōnin.”
“That jōnin decides to kill you.”
Sora’s gaze sharpened.
“Are you going to tell him that the difference between your strength is too large?”
“That fighting you is unfair?”
“Do you think he’ll spare your life?”
Ruruka slowly lowered his head.
He had no answer.
Sora continued.
“The world was never fair.”
“We don’t get to choose where our lives begin.”
“Some people are born into powerful clans.”
“Some are born with kekkei genkai.”
“Some possess enormous chakra reserves.”
“Others are born with almost nothing.”
Sora paused.
“But even if I can’t decide where my life starts…”
“I can still fight to decide how high I climb.”
The children listened silently.
“And I won’t treat all of you equally either.”
That surprised them.
“If a student is outstanding…”
“I’ll like them.”
“If a student works hard…”
“I’ll like them too.”
“And if I like a student…”
Sora smiled.
“Of course I’ll reward them.”
His smile disappeared again.
“But if you’re lazy, weak, and refuse to improve…”
“then after you graduate, don’t go around telling people you were my student.”
“That would be embarrassing.”
Several children swallowed nervously.
Sora raised a second finger.
“Second rule.”
“If you arrive late to class…”
“don’t bother coming back for the rest of the week.”
“What?!”
A few children stared at him.
“A shinobi without any sense of time will eventually die because of it.”
Then Sora casually added,
“Of course…”
“If you’re exceptionally talented and your strength improves quickly enough, I don’t particularly care when you show up.”
The children looked confused again.
Sora shrugged.
“If you’re strong enough…”
“strength can make up for almost anything.”
Then he looked toward Sakumo.
“For now, Hatake Sakumo will serve as acting class leader.”
“If anyone refuses to accept that…”
“challenge him.”
Sakumo’s expression remained calm.
“Now.”
Sora turned toward the door.
“Everyone follow me to the outdoor training ground.”
“We’re starting with combat.”
He left the classroom first.
The moment he disappeared— the children immediately began whispering.
Yūhi Shinku looked nervous.
“Sensei is scary.”
“If we disobey him…”
“do you think he’ll really cut us like he cut that steel table?”
Mitarashi Benimaru nodded seriously.
“Maybe.”
“My father told me I absolutely have to listen to Sensei.”
“He might really be that strict.”
Gekkō Shūfū scoffed.
“What’s so scary about him?”
“In my opinion, he’s just an old man trying to frighten children.”
He looked confident.
“I’m not afraid of him.”
“Once I learn that sword technique…”
“I’ll definitely surpass him someday!”
Another child immediately agreed.
“Exactly!”
“My father is a jōnin!”
The classroom became noisy again.
…
At the front of the group, Hashirama walked beside Sora.
He lowered his voice.
“Elder Hatake.”
“Don’t you think you’re being a little too harsh on them?”
“They’re still very young.”
Sora glanced at him.
“What were you doing when you were six?”
“…”
Hashirama coughed.
“That was different.”
He deliberately avoided answering.
Because when Hashirama was six— he was already fighting on battlefields.
And Tobirama?
By six years old, Tobirama had already killed multiple people.
Sora shrugged.
“Of course it’s different.”
“But little kids are noisy.”
“If you don’t scare them a little, they’ll annoy you every single day.”
Hashirama stared at him.
Then burst out laughing.
“Hahahaha!”
…
Uchiha Compound
At the same time— a shinobi was reporting everything that had happened inside the Elite Class.
The Uchiha clan head listened quietly.
When the report ended, he spoke dismissively.
“I thought Hatake Sora would have some profound method after establishing the Konoha Ninja Academy.”
“In the end, that’s all?”
“Strength decides everything?”
He shook his head.
“That is already how this world works.”
“There was no need for that stubborn old man to state something so obvious.”
Beside him—
Uchiha Yū sat with a pale complexion.
His injuries from half a year earlier still hadn’t completely disappeared.
Yet his eyes were cold.
“That’s fine.”
The clan head looked toward him.
Yū continued,
“Father.”
“My conflict with that old man can finally be settled today.”
Coldness spread across his face.
“Back then, he humiliated me in front of everyone.”
“Today…”
“I’ll return that humiliation.”
His voice became sharper.
“The glory of the Uchiha clan cannot be trampled upon by anyone.”
The Uchiha clan head frowned.
“Yū.”
“Don’t act recklessly.”
“Today is the opening day of the Konoha Ninja Academy.”
“If we deliberately cause trouble now, the Hokage will become suspicious of us.”
Yū shook his head.
“This Academy was obviously planned by the Senju brothers.”
“Hatake Sora simply happened to become the person standing at the front.”
“The school already exists.”
“So why should it matter who serves as principal?”
The clan head’s eyes narrowed.
Yū smiled.
“Didn’t the old man say that anyone strong enough to defeat him could take his position?”
“Then I’ll challenge him according to his own rules.”
His gaze became ambitious.
“If I become principal of the Konoha Ninja Academy…”
“the Uchiha clan will gain influence over a large number of future shinobi.”
“Many of those students could eventually become followers of the Uchiha.”
“This is an opportunity.”
“But the Hokage—”
“Father.”
Yū interrupted him.
“You’re getting old.”
The clan head fell silent.
“When an opportunity appears…”
“someone with strength should seize it.”
Yū lifted one hand.
Then pointed toward his eyes.
“The power I possess now…”
“is something a Three-Tomoe Sharingan could never comprehend.”
The Uchiha clan head stared at his son.
After a long silence— his expression became slightly weary.
“…Very well.”
“Yū.”
“You decide.”
Yū smiled.
“Yes.”
“I won’t disappoint you.”
…
Konoha Ninja Academy — Training Ground
By the time Sora arrived with the thirty-eight younger children, the twenty Elite Class students were already waiting.
Some stood alone.
Others had formed small groups.
Danzō and Hiruzen competed constantly— but even so, the two of them stood together with Homura Mitokado and Koharu Utatane.
Their relationship was obviously much closer than their arguments suggested.
Sora looked over the group.
“Twenty students.”
“Not bad.”
“None of you got lost.”
Hiruzen’s mouth twitched.
We’re shinobi…
Sora continued,
“Before your matches begin, you can watch your little brothers and sisters fight first.”
“Consider it an appetizer before the main event.”
He turned toward the younger class.
“Now—”
Before he could finish— several figures flickered into existence in the distance.
Body Flicker Technique!
Four people suddenly appeared.
All of them wore Uchiha clan clothing.
The Uchiha clan head.
Two other Uchiha shinobi.
And standing among them—
Uchiha Yū.
Yū looked directly at Sora.
A smile appeared on his face.
But there was nothing friendly about it.
“Sensei Hatake.”
“Instead of watching children fight…”
“why don’t we begin with a battle between you and me?”
His smile grew colder.
“Let’s give them a proper main course.”
“And show these children exactly what true strength looks like.”
Sora raised an eyebrow.
“Hmm?”
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