Is this kid really a dead-last?!
Ebisu was completely dumbfounded.
A dead-last with profound mastery over ninjutsu theory and chakra control as fine as ox hair?!
This was way too creepy!
If someone like this counted as a dead-last, did that mean there wasn’t a single good student left in the entire Leaf?!
Inside the Hokage’s office.
Hiruzen Sarutobi had just taken a sip of tea when he watched his mischievous little grandson successfully pull off the Rasengan, blasting a deep, massive crater into the dirt!
Pfft— Cough, cough, cough!
The sheer shock caused the Hokage to choke on his tea, coughing violently.
Even though choking on tea was miserable, a wide grin spread across Hiruzen’s face.
He felt immense pride seeing his rowdy grandson master such a technique in so little time.
At the same time, he was even more stunned by Kamiki’s terrifying teaching ability!
Nobody knew the little grandson’s temperament and talent better than the Third!
Yet Kamiki not only read Konohamaru’s personality like an open book, but he also tailored his teaching to fit the boy perfectly.
With sharp phrasing and a profound grasp of ninjutsu mechanics, he had guided Konohamaru to master an excruciatingly difficult A-rank jutsu within a single day!
Terrifying comprehension!
Terrifying theoretical mastery!
And terrifying instructional skill!
Hiruzen could already picture the future: if all went well, Kamiki was bound to become a blazing new star rising across the ninja world—a supreme prodigy feared and respected by every Great Nation!
Outside the village, at the training clearing.
After blasting that giant crater into the earth with his Rasengan, Konohamaru hurried to defend his big bro: “Ebisu-sensei, didn’t I tell you Big Bro Kamiki’s lessons are amazing?!” Ebisu wore an incredible mix of expressions.
He stood amazed by Kamiki’s understanding and teaching talent, yet his pride kept him from offering praise.
After all, he had just mocked the boy relentlessly…
Right as Ebisu wrestled with his embarrassment, the Third Hokage’s voice echoed in his ear: “As an educator who shapes young minds, one must clearly recognize their own shortcomings and face them with courage.
Remember one more thing: acknowledging that someone else is exceptional is not that difficult.” Hearing the Third’s weathered voice, Ebisu stiffened, muttering under his breath, “Lord Third…
have you been watching me this whole time?
It seems…
I truly was too narrow-minded as an instructor…” Ebisu immediately bent low, bowing deeply to Kamiki.
“I am truly sorry!!
Kamiki, you are no dead-last.
I apologize for everything I said to you!
With your strength and teaching ability, you have proven everything to me!” Kamiki scratched his head.
He hadn’t taken Ebisu’s earlier words to heart at all, because he genuinely was a dead-last in his class.
Still, since the man was willing to apologize, he would take it graciously.
“It’s fine.
Calling me a dead-last was completely objective, so I’m not mad,” Kamiki said, waving his hand.
Hearing that, Ebisu assumed Kamiki was subtly calling out his petty narrow-mindedness, causing him to bury his head even lower: “I am deeply ashamed!
As a teacher, I should never hold prejudice toward any student.
I made a grave mistake!” Kamiki was thoroughly confused.
Why is he apologizing all over again…?
With the apology done, Ebisu took Konohamaru by the hand.
“Young Master, today’s schedule has been delayed long enough.
It’s time to head back to your studies.” Konohamaru pulled a long face like a bitter gourd.
“Aw, I don’t want to go back!
I want to keep training with Big Bro Kamiki!
(✘Д✘๑)” Kamiki waved him off.
“Go on back with your teacher.
My final exams are coming right up and I have a ton on my plate.
I don’t have time to mess around with a little squirt like you.” Only then did Konohamaru give up in disappointment.
Waving goodbye to Kamiki, he was led away by Ebisu.
Once Konohamaru was gone, Kamiki remembered why he had come out in the first place—to buy groceries and cook…
After getting held up for so long, his stomach was really starting to growl…
At Naruto’s home.
Having wrapped up his training, Naruto was so hungry his stomach stuck to his spine.
He tore through every cabinet and drawer trying to find something to eat, only to discover all their food had been polished off over the past few days.
Starving, Naruto slumped onto the floor, completely limp.
(´□`」 ∠) “Kamiki said he was going out for groceries this morning, so why isn’t he back yet?
I’m starving to death over here…” Naruto groaned.
Right then, the front door swung open.
Kamiki walked in carrying bags stuffed with fresh ingredients.
Naruto’s eyes lit up instantly: (´◊ω◊｀) Flickering forward, Naruto lunged to Kamiki’s side faster than the Flying Thunder God!
He rummaged frantically through the grocery basket, desperate to find anything edible!
Yet looking through it, the basket held only raw meat and fresh vegetables; the only things ready to eat were two raw carrots…
“Why didn’t you buy some instant ramen for emergencies?
You have no idea, I almost died of hunger just now…
(´இ皿இ｀)” Naruto snatched a carrot from the basket, chomping down on it without even bothering to wash it.
“Oh, right.
If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would’ve totally forgotten,” Kamiki smacked his forehead, realizing he had forgotten to pick up instant food.
“Aren’t you already forgetting it right now?” Naruto pouted.
The moment the words left his mouth, Kamiki vanished from the spot.
Three seconds later, Kamiki flashed back via Flying Thunder God, clutching an entire carton of cup ramen in his arms…
“I left a teleportation mark in a corner of the market.
Makes grocery shopping way more convenient from now on,” Kamiki said with satisfaction.
Naruto didn’t have the patience to listen.
The second he saw Kamiki reappear with the noodles, his eyes flashed green with hunger.
Snatching the carton away, he ripped open a cup and began scarfing it down like a ravenous beast…
Kamiki shook his head helplessly, stepped into the kitchen, and started preparing dinner.
As a modern-era primary school student, he was well-rounded across every discipline!
Cooking was child’s play for him!
Stir-fries, slow-simmered soups, deep-fried snacks—he knew them all!
Tonight, he planned to stew a hearty corn and pork rib soup to give them both a proper boost!
An hour and a half later, the pot of soup was ready.
Naruto stared with wide, suspicious eyes as Kamiki set the steaming iron pot onto the table.
“Th-this…
you made this?” Kamiki nodded.
“Yeah.
Doesn’t it smell good?” Naruto shook his head with deep doubt.
“No, it smells way too good!
Didn’t you only know how to make fried leftover rice before?!
How do you suddenly know how to stew soup?!” They had been best friends since childhood.
To put it bluntly, Naruto even knew how many moles Kamiki had on his backside.
Yet in all their years together, he had never seen Kamiki display such godly cooking skills!
“Ah, well…
through an epiphany, of course!
Cooking is just like learning ninjutsu—as long as you put your heart into grasping the essence, everything falls right into place!” Kamiki brushed it off with an excuse.
He couldn’t exactly tell Naruto that he was a transmigrated super-elementary schooler, could he?
Hearing this, Naruto remained slightly skeptical, but he bought about seventy to eighty percent of it.
After all, Kamiki had already demonstrated absurd, god-tier comprehension when it came to ninjutsu, so being a master chef seemed entirely reasonable…
Seeing Naruto lost in deep thought, Kamiki dropped a meaty pork rib into his bowl to derail his train of thought: “All right, stop overthinking and eat up!
The soup’s going to get cold in a minute!”