Every point was precise and on point, and he even touched on the operational mechanisms of the Anbu, which weren’t covered in the textbooks.
The whole class looked up, their eyes filled with admiration.
The girls had stars in their eyes, and Rin Nohara also cast an extremely appreciative glance.
In the back row, Uchiha Obito watched through gritted teeth, wood chips flying as he clawed at the corner of his desk.
Teacher Gang Ziyun nodded repeatedly as he listened, the gloom on his face finally dissipating.
He revealed the first genuine smile since the start of school today.
This is what a normal genius looks like!
Today’s class finally had a textbook-level highlight moment.
Kakashi’s answer entered its final summary stage.
“… Therefore, the establishment of the Five Great Ninja Villages is essentially a product of war fatigue and interest-based maneuvering, rather than a simple ideal of peace.”
“That concludes my summary.”
Perfect.
Teacher Gang Ziyun was full of satisfaction; he raised his hands, palms about to meet, preparing to lead the class in giving this genius a round of enthusiastic applause.
In that very split second.
Inside the system space, the first nine trash light pillars from the third ten-pull had all shattered.
The final light pillar burst open.
There were no strange props; a ball of pure, deep blue Chakra floated in mid-air, emitting warm and majestic energy fluctuations.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for triggering the ten-pull pity system. You have received a top-tier reward: Peak Genin-level Chakra reserves!]
[Description: Permanent enhancement. The host’s total Chakra reserves have instantly jumped to the peak Genin level, and the meridians have been widened simultaneously.]
Uchiha Yoru’s eyes lit up, and the despair in his heart was swept away.
The original owner’s body had always been weak; this mental breakdown system finally did something useful!
This meant he had bypassed years of bitter cultivation and instantly possessed the true foundation for actual combat!
Uchiha Yoru was stunned for a full second.
The next second, the ball of light smashed into his body and merged with him without any warning.
Pure Chakra, like a bursting flood, instantly filled his parched meridians.
His bones emitted a satisfied hum, and his entire body greedily absorbed this vitality.
That ultimate feeling of relief, like rain after a long drought, surged through him with a tingling sensation, straight to his crown.
Uchiha Yoru completely lost control of his facial nerves.
In the deathly silent classroom, at the very moment Kakashi had finished showing off, and just as Teacher Gang Ziyun’s hands were suspended in the air, ready to applaud.
Uchiha Yoru, in the back row, uncontrollably threw his head back, his eyes half-closed.
From the depths of his throat, a sound escaped—an extremely eerie, mellifluous, winding, and utterly soul-stirring long sigh.
The sound not only dragged on, but even had a slight, twisting tremor at the end.
The sound wasn’t loud, but in the pin-drop silence of the theory class, it was infinitely amplified.
This sound was like blasting a high-penetration DJ track in a funeral parlor, clearly drilling into everyone’s ears.
Time stood still.
Teacher Gang Ziyun’s hands, suspended in mid-air ready to applaud, froze stiff.
Kakashi, whose knees were half-bent to sit down, froze completely; his wound twitched violently, and he fell heavily back into his chair.
That face, which usually maintained a cold and aloof persona, was black enough to drip ink.
His textbook-level perfect moment of showing off had just been crushed into dust by that single sound.
The pencil in the front row in Rin Nohara’s hand dropped to the floor with a “clatter.”
Kurenai Yuhi’s face instantly flushed crimson; she covered her ears and nearly crawled into her desk drawer.
The pen in Uchiha Tekka’s mouth dropped onto the desk with a “clack.”
Might Guy had his mouth agape, so surprised that he even forgot to clench his fists.
Asuma Sarutobi’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.
The whole class turned their heads in unison toward the back row.
The scene everyone saw was:
Uchiha Yoru was leaning against the chair back, his head slightly tilted, his face flushed.
A trace of an extremely comfortable, satisfied, and perverted, eerie smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
It was as if his soul had just completed some indescribable sublimation in this classroom, in front of everyone.
After a brief, deathly silence, a nuclear explosion went off in Uchiha Yoru’s mind.
[Mental breakdown value from Kakashi, +666!]
[Mental breakdown value from Teacher Gang Ziyun, +666!]
[Mental breakdown value from Uchiha Obito, +233!]
[Mental breakdown value from Rin Nohara, +88!]
[Mental breakdown value from Asuma Sarutobi, +210!]
[Mental breakdown value from Might Guy, +150!]
[Mental breakdown value from Kurenai Yuhi, +150!]
[Mental breakdown value from Morino Ibiki, +122!]
[Mental breakdown value from Shizune, +100!]
[Mental breakdown value from Uchiha Tekka, +666!]
Dense notifications scrolled frantically across his retina, almost overwhelming his system backend.
These brats’ worldviews were shattered to pieces by that soul-stirring sigh.
The entire class’s attention was focused on that pervert; who even remembered what Kakashi had just said?!
Uchiha Obito sprang up from his slumped position, clutching his head with both hands, leaning crazily toward the aisle, and retreating half a meter with a face full of horror.
He tried to use body language to prove to the whole class that he had absolutely nothing to do with this seatmate, shouting in a breakdown.
“I don’t know him! I really don’t know him!”
[Mental breakdown value from Uchiha Obito, +777!]
Uchiha Yoru slowly opened his eyes and stretched comfortably.
He slowly clenched his right fist, feeling the surging Chakra flowing within him, his whole body filled with explosive power.
As long as the lottery kept yielding such good things.
Let alone Uchiha Itachi with a blade in hand years later, even if Uchiha Madara came back to life as a zombie, he would dare to go up and peel two layers of skin off him.
Uchiha Yoru’s mouth curled up slightly, completely ignoring the dozens of horrified, ghost-seeing gazes around him.
On the podium, Teacher Gang Ziyun took two deep breaths of cold air, then two more.
He slowly lowered his hands, which had been suspended in mid-air, and gripped the edge of the podium so hard that his fingers cramped and his knuckles cracked.
He was frantically trying to mentally prepare himself.
Cannot kill anyone.
Cannot lose his temper and kill in the classroom.
This is Konoha, and Hokage-sama is watching.
If he lost his temper again, today’s class would be completely unteachable.
“… Sit down, Kakashi. That was a very good answer.”
Teacher Gang Ziyun’s face turned purple, his lips trembled, and he squeezed these words out only after nearly breaking his molars.
He didn’t mention what had just happened at all, and he didn’t dare to look at the back row, fearing that one more glance would cause him to have a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.
He turned around and continued reading from the textbook in a stiff voice, forcing himself to bring this extremely agonizing theory class back on track.
Kakashi sat in his chair with an expressionless face, his back straight as a board, never once turning around to look at Uchiha Yoru.
Because he knew that if he turned around, the last shred of dignity he had maintained today would be completely gone.
Uchiha Yoru leaned back comfortably in his chair, feeling the abundant Chakra within him.
Looking at the soaring balance in the system, he yawned contentedly.
He began to look forward intensely to the sound of the bell ending the class.
After school, Asuma, that Hokage crown prince, was still waiting.
With this peak Genin-level Chakra.
If he didn’t fleece these self-important brats bald today, he would write his name, Uchiha Yoru, backward.