Early the next morning.
Naruto woke up early, tidied his room, and then picked up his staff.
After thinking for a moment, he put the staff back on the table.
This is Konoha, not the Holy Capital.
Carrying a staff out would only attract more strange looks.
There was a person standing outside the door.
He had short black hair, wore a Konoha Ninja uniform, and his face was expressionless.
He looked at Naruto and said coldly, “Are you Uzumaki Naruto?”
Naruto nodded.
“Follow me.”
The other person turned and walked away after speaking, without any extra nonsense or self-introduction.
Naruto followed quickly.
The two walked one after the other on the streets of Konoha.
People had already started moving about in the Village early in the morning.
When someone saw Naruto, the expression on their face changed.
Some turned their heads away, while others pulled their children and walked to the side.
Naruto just looked quietly ahead, ignoring those malicious gazes.
The two passed through several streets that were already unfamiliar to Naruto and arrived in front of a building.
The building was not large, but it was taller than the surrounding houses.
A sign hung at the entrance.
Ninja Academy.
Naruto looked up at these words, paused slightly, and felt a complex mix of emotions in his heart.
In the Magic World, he and Sister Fern learned at Grandpa Heiter’s house.
He had never been to any school.
Now that he was about to walk through this door, although he wasn’t nervous, he had an indescribable feeling.
The guiding Ninja stopped, looked back at Naruto, and his tone remained cold: “Follow me in.”
Naruto nodded, followed him, and arrived at a corridor.
Students occasionally passed by in the corridor.
When they saw Naruto, they would look at him twice.
Some students huddled together and whispered.
“Who is that?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him before.”
They didn’t deliberately lower their voices, so Naruto could hear them very clearly.
But he ignored them and continued walking forward.
Passing another corner, a group of students who had just finished class appeared in front.
When they saw Naruto, some stopped walking.
A boy stared at Naruto for a few seconds, then tugged on the sleeve of the person next to him.
“Look at that guy.”
“What’s wrong?”
“My mom said there’s a person in the Village you absolutely must not get close to.”
“Is that him?”
“Yeah.”
Children hardly pay attention to these things, so it was easy for it to reach Naruto’s ears.
Several students nearby also heard it, and the expressions on their faces changed.
Some took a step back.
Some turned sideways, as if wanting to go around him.
Naruto watched their reactions with no ripples in his heart.
In the Holy Capital, he was welcomed.
In Konoha, he was avoided.
Two worlds, two attitudes.
But he was no longer the child who would shed tears because of this.
The guiding Ninja turned his head and glanced at the group of students.
His gaze was very cold.
The students immediately lowered their heads and walked away quickly.
The Ninja said nothing and continued walking forward.
Naruto followed, his impression of this cold Ninja improving slightly.
Although his attitude wasn’t friendly, at least when he was executing a mission, he wouldn’t let irrelevant people interfere.
A small sign hung on the door.
Teacher’s Office.
The Ninja knocked on the door and, without waiting for a response from inside, pushed the door open and entered.
There were several desks in the office, piled with books and documents.
Only one teacher was sitting inside, a middle-aged man with slightly messy hair.
The teacher looked up, saw the person entering, and had a confused expression: “Who are you?”
The guiding Ninja stepped aside, letting Naruto walk into the office.
“Orders from the Third Hokage, this child is to enroll starting today.”
The teacher’s gaze fell on Naruto, looking him up and down.
Come to think of it, the principal did say that a new student would come to the class today.
So it was this guy…
The Nine-Tailed fox, what a pain.
Although he was disgusted inside, he asked with a calm expression: “Uzumaki Naruto?”
Naruto nodded: “Hello, teacher.”
The teacher didn’t respond, but looked at the Anbu Ninja, frowning.
“Such a small child?
How old is he?”
“Three years old.”
“Three years old?” The teacher’s tone was a bit impatient, “The enrollment age for the Ninja Academy is six.
What is a three-year-old child doing here?
He probably can’t even hold a pen steadily, how can he learn Ninjutsu?”
The guiding Ninja was expressionless: “This is the Third Hokage’s order.”
The teacher clicked his tongue, leaned back in his chair, and his gaze swept over Naruto.
“Fine, whatever the higher-ups say goes.”
He paused and added: “But let’s get this straight, my place is not a daycare.
If he can’t keep up with the curriculum, don’t blame me for being harsh.”
The words were directed at the guiding Ninja, but his eyes were looking at Naruto.
Naruto stood there without a word.
Seeing that he didn’t react, the teacher spoke again: “Can you refine Chakra?”
Naruto answered calmly: “Yes, but I don’t know any Ninjutsu yet.”
The teacher snorted and muttered something under his breath.
The voice wasn’t loud, but the office was quiet, and Naruto heard it clearly.
“I don’t know what the higher-ups are thinking…
Does that thing really need to come and learn?”
The guiding Ninja’s eyes instantly turned cold.
He stepped forward and stood in front of the teacher’s desk.
His movement wasn’t fast, but there was a sense of oppression.
“What did you just say?”
The voice wasn’t loud, but every word carried a hint of killing intent.
The teacher looked up, met those eyes, and his expression stiffened for a moment.
“Nothing.”
The guiding Ninja stared at him for a few seconds, then stepped back: “The Third Hokage’s order is an order.
Just do your job.”
The teacher didn’t speak again, flipped through some books on the table, and pushed them to the edge of the desk.
“These are the textbooks.
Classes start today.
The seat is in Class 2, First Grade, last row by the window.”
Naruto stepped forward, picked up the books, and glanced at them roughly.
There were books like “The Will of Fire”, “History of Konoha, and “Basic Application of Chakra and Basic Ninjutsu.
The teacher stood up and walked to the door: “Follow me.”
Naruto followed behind.
The guiding Ninja didn’t follow, just stood at the office door watching them walk away, then turned and left.
The corridor became quiet again.
The two walked for a while and arrived at the door of a classroom on the second floor.
The door was closed, and the sound of talking could be heard inside.
The teacher didn’t knock, just pulled it open.
The noise in the classroom stopped instantly.
“This is your new classmate.” The teacher’s voice was very flat, he stepped aside to let Naruto in, “His name is Uzumaki Naruto.” This chapter is updated first at g.com.
There were over twenty students in the classroom.
Everyone was looking at Naruto.
Naruto stood at the door, looking at these children who were about the same age as him.
Some had curiosity in their eyes.
Some had confusion in their eyes.
And some had obvious dislike.
A girl in the front row tilted her head and whispered to the person next to her: “What’s that on his face?”
The boy next to her shook his head: “I don’t know.”
A boy in the back row stared at Naruto for a few seconds, then leaned into the ear of the person next to him and said something.
After hearing it, the person’s face changed, and they passed it to the next person.
Like a pebble thrown into water, ripples spread out circle by circle.
More and more students looked at Naruto, and their eyes changed.
Some people leaned back.
Some showed expressions of disgust.
A boy sitting in the middle spoke directly: “My mom told me about him!
He is that…”
Before he finished speaking, the girl next to him pulled his sleeve.
The girl shook her head.
The boy closed his mouth, but his eyes were still fixed on Naruto, the rejection in his eyes very obvious.
Naruto stood at the door, taking in all these expressions.
No sadness.
No anger.
He didn’t even have much feeling.
He had seen more direct malice than this.
He had also felt more sincere kindness than this.
Compared to the kindness of those people on the streets of the Holy Capital who smiled and greeted him, the attitude of these children was nothing.
The teacher on the podium pointed to the seat in the last row by the window.
“Sit there.”
Naruto nodded, hugged his books, and walked over.
When passing some seats, some students deliberately pulled their feet back, as if afraid of touching him.
Naruto didn’t look at them, walked straight to his seat, sat down, and then began to listen to the lecture carefully.
The content of this lesson was roughly about how Chakra is composed of physical energy and spiritual energy, and finally used to perform Ninjutsu through hand seals, as well as a general introduction to the three basic techniques that would be learned over six years.
For Naruto, who had a mental age of twelve, plus his state of focus, the learning effect was quite good.
In order to consolidate his knowledge, Naruto opened the textbook himself, found the Chakra section, and started reading from the beginning.
The content written in the book was similar to what the teacher said.
But it was more detailed.
There were pictures, steps, and precautions.
Naruto flipped page by page, reading very carefully.
The students next to him occasionally peeked at him.
Someone muttered something under their breath.
Naruto didn’t hear it clearly, nor did he care.
He was thinking about something else in his mind.
Chakra is a mixture of physical energy and spiritual energy.
When he was in the Magic World, Frieren said that the Chakra and magic power in his body were two completely different energies.
Can they be used at the same time?
Or…
Can Chakra be used to replace magic power?
Naruto shook his head, putting this thought aside for now.
The most important thing now is to learn the basics well first.
What needs to be done to return to the Magic World, he still has no idea.
But at least…
He must first understand the power system of this world.
Only then can he find the connection between the two worlds.
After class, the students in the classroom began to pack up their things, and some stood up to walk out.
When several students passed by Naruto’s seat, they deliberately walked a little further away.
Naruto didn’t look up and continued reading.
He must seize the time.
Grandpa Heiter is still waiting for him to return.