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"Ugh… that damn old man had me listening for over an hour about how amazing his granddaughter is."
Honey snapped back to the present, shaking off the emotional fatigue as she looked out at her class. In the back row, Yoruichi was furiously scribbling in her notebook, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
"Ugh. Boring. I'd rather be training. I'm way better at practical stuff than theory…"
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It had already been a month since their last training session. During that time, the teacher had taught them the three basic jutsus and how to start controlling chakra through an exercise involving sticking leaves to their bodies.
Luckily for Yoruichi, she had already been training chakra control for a while. Her father had started teaching her after he saw her practicing alone, and thanks to that, she could now walk easily along steep mountain slopes and stick leaves to her skin without much trouble.
Although… "without much trouble" was a bit of a stretch.
She had decided to challenge herself by sticking multiple leaves to her body at once—something way more complicated than what fanfics usually made it seem.
In reality, it required insane concentration: you had to focus on each leaf separately, open specific chakra points, and keep the flow stable enough not to tear or oversaturate the paper.
It was the kind of training a Hyūga could probably master faster, which is exactly why Yoruichi took it on as a personal challenge.
At the moment, her record was five leaves at once, which meant keeping several chakra tenketsu open simultaneously and coordinating them in real time.
In fact, when the Raikage saw her training like that, he had jumped for joy, saying she was indirectly working on one of the first steps of the Lightning Armor—opening various chakra points across the body and maintaining the flow.
Snapping out of her thoughts, Yoruichi focused back on the class.
"Today," Honey announced, "we're going to do a little exercise to measure your elemental connection with chakra. Take out your special paper."
The students opened their bags and pulled out what looked like a regular sheet of paper: white, thin, but with a denser texture.
An assistant walked into the classroom and, silently, handed a sheet to Yoruichi, who had forgotten to bring hers.
"This paper reacts to the chakra of whoever holds it," Honey explained. "If you channel it correctly, one of several reactions will occur: the paper might tear, get wet, crumple, ignite, or do nothing at all."
Yoruichi raised an eyebrow as she stared at her sheet.
"I totally forgot about this thing… Since I never trained nature transformation with Dad, we didn't use it. I'm curious now… I bet I've got lightning affinity. I mean, I'm Yoruichi—I inherited his talent. I even tried to recreate the Chidori once, though it already exists in this era. Whatever, I just borrowed it, like Kakashi did with a thousand jutsus."
Her thoughts were interrupted as Honey continued:
"With this technique, we'll discover your elemental affinities. You might have one or more. The effects are as follows," she said while writing on the board:
Fire: Paper burns.
Wind: Paper slices.
Lightning: Paper crumples.
Earth: Paper disintegrates.
Water: Paper dampens.
"All right then," she added with a smile. "Let's begin. One by one."
The students took turns coming to the front. Some managed to slightly crumple the paper, others barely moistened it. A couple even managed to slice theirs clean in two.
Then, it was her turn.
"Nagumo-san," Honey called. "You're up."
Yoruichi stood calmly and took the sheet between her fingers. She inhaled, closed her eyes for a moment, and channeled chakra from her core, guiding it toward her hands. She felt the flow travel through her arms like an electric current, reaching the tips of her fingers.
The moment her chakra touched the paper, it crumpled violently—so strongly that the crease formed a lightning bolt.
And then...
CRACK!
A sharp sound shattered the silence. The paper exploded into five perfect fragments that floated in the air, spinning like sharp petals before gently landing on her desk.
The entire room fell silent.
Honey blinked. Just once.
"Well… that was… interesting."
Yoruichi looked at the fragments with a half-smile, a little proud.
"That's a good thing, right?"
"Of course it is," Honey replied. "It means your lightning affinity is so overwhelming that the paper just crumpled until it couldn't take it anymore."
She wasn't joking. Honey was genuinely surprised. Not even when the Raikage himself used chakra paper did it break—his only crumpled slightly. And he had enough chakra to go toe-to-toe with the Eight-Tails until both dropped.
Of course, he never used all his chakra on a chakra paper. Just a tiny fraction.
Several students were now looking at her differently. Some with respect. Others tried—and failed—to hide their envy. Mina, for example, was watching her with a mix of fascination and something else… something close to admiration. Meanwhile, that one boy from earlier was quietly stewing in jealousy, unable to look away.
"Whoa, that was impressive, Dosaru," said Tomoe sincerely, clearly impressed.
Then she took her own affinity paper—and it both crumpled and moistened, a clear sign of dual affinity: water and lightning.
"Congrats on your dual affinity," Yoruichi said genuinely. She knew it wasn't common.
Tomoe let the paper fall onto the desk as she spoke:
"My mom's from the Arashi Clan. That clan has a kekkei genkai: Storm Release, a combo of water and lightning… Though honestly, I'm surprised I awakened both affinities. I didn't think I would—because I'm not pureblood."
"Pureblood?" Yoruichi tilted her head curiously, like she'd suddenly been dropped into a Murim drama.
"Yeah. My dad's a samurai from the Land of Iron. He and my mom fell in love during the Second Great Ninja War. That's how I was born, and the Arashi Clan had no choice but to accept me. But since my dad isn't part of the clan, I'm not pureblood. That's why I don't have their last name—I took my dad's: Gozen."
Tomoe blushed as she said it—a rare glimpse of vulnerability.
"Sorry for telling you something you didn't even ask…"
Yoruichi looked at her and smiled.
"It's fine. We've known each other a month and we're already the two weird girls who talk the most to each other."
They both laughed, sharing a quiet bubble of trust.
"Well," Yoruichi said next, "you shared something about yourself. Now it's my turn. My mom was a great shinobi who gave her life so I could be here. My dad's a melancholic, but kind man who always pushes me to give my best."
Tomoe listened closely.
"My last name, Nagumo, comes from the First Raikage. Before he started calling himself 'A,' back when the villages were first founded," Yoruichi added.
Tomoe froze. The girl sitting next to her was a direct descendant of the First Raikage?
"I train my body a lot because if I don't, I could develop a disease. I don't know why, but since I was born, my legs have been… different," she said, recalling something Urahara had mentioned in Bleach canon—though she still didn't fully understand it.
"I've been training for as long as I can remember. And…"
They kept talking, trading stories, until recess rolled around.
As they chatted, a boy returning from the yard interrupted them. He walked over to Yoruichi's desk and grabbed her notebook without asking.
"Nice drawing," he said, looking at an illustration of a tree made entirely of lightning.
It was Yasuke, one of the oldest in the class. Tall, strong, a beast in close combat. Dark-skinned, with afro hair and sharp cone-shaped markings under his eyes. A human tank.
"Thanks," Yoruichi replied. "It's the Pure Tree…"
Yasuke nodded and handed the notebook back.
"Sorry for grabbing it. I like art. And when I see it, I just want to hold it," he said, scratching his head awkwardly before heading back to his desk—right in front of Yoruichi and Tomoe.
From the right side, Mina couldn't hold back. Embarrassed, she adjusted her glasses and spoke up:
"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation and… I wanted to add something."
It clearly took a lot for her to speak.
"My dad says we shouldn't believe the priestess. That it's all an illusion. A massive genjutsu. That we all think we see it, but it's not really there. He says that's why, when the lightning hits, she doesn't burn. And the bodies… they burn from a fire jutsu sent through the cables."
Yoruichi gave her a kind smile. She knew Mina had a hard time talking to others—but her friendly look wasn't received well. Her golden eyes—intense, feline—only made Mina shrink back like a turtle.
Then Yoruichi answered:
"No… the tree is real. I saw it. I'm sure of it. And if it were an illusion, Grandpa Lightning and the other village ninja wouldn't allow it."
Mina thought for a few seconds, then lowered her head.
"You're right. I'm gonna tell Dad to stop lying to me," she murmured with a pout.
The conversation went on, full of laughter and curiosity, until class ended and each student made their way home.
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Time passed, and winter came to Kumogakure.
Yoruichi was still going to class… though not with much enthusiasm.
Aside from her friends, class felt like a waste of time. Everything they taught—math, geography, chakra theory—she already knew. Even in subjects like physics and biology, she was way ahead of the academy average.
The only thing she found vaguely interesting was history. Not because she liked it, but because she wanted to uncover the ninja world's past—the parts the anime never showed—and connect them to the events that were shown.
Still, she didn't dive too deep into it. She knew history had been twisted by "Black Sperm," reshaping events to fit their own version of the truth.
The only thing that really mattered was combat. And for that, she had the best teachers: her father, the Raikage; Renji, and other Jonin-level ninja or higher.
She snapped out of her thoughts as she heard Miss Honey's voice ring out across the classroom.
"Speaking of challenges!" Honey suddenly added, more upbeat than before. "Today we've got a surprise test!"
The classroom exploded in groans. Students looked up in frustration.
"But you didn't warn us, sensei!" one complained.
"And do you warn your enemies when you're about to set a trap?" she shot back with a grin.
The student opened his mouth to argue… and closed it immediately, defeated with no comeback.
"Listen closely: a shinobi always hides their cards. And a teacher always hides her pop quizzes."
Right after that, she vanished from her spot—and in a blur, multiple sheets of paper appeared in front of the students. Yoruichi only caught a glimpse of a shadow.
Honey reappeared at her desk, crossed her legs on top of it, and put on a pair of glasses. Then, from between her breasts, she pulled out a book: Ninjas of Love.
Yoruichi raised an eyebrow. That title sounded familiar… though she couldn't place it. Either way, she chose to ignore it and focus.
If she finished quickly, maybe she could show the grade to her dad and talk him into going to Ukarihci Ramen.
She lifted the test sheet. The title caught her off guard:
"A Thousand Ways to Destroy Konohagakure and Conquer the Land of Fire."
'Interesting. In Avatar, the Fire Nation wanted to conquer everything. In NarutoWorld, it's the opposite—everyone wants to conquer them. Makes sense… they've got all the resources and the protagonist in their village. That's a massive red flag waving by itself.'
Under the title, she scribbled her name with casual handwriting. Then looked at the first question.
"If you wanted to disable the economy of Konohagakure, who would you target to cause the most damage? Explain your choice."
Options: Daimyō – Kage – Council – Renowned Ninjas – Eliminate Everyone
Yoruichi didn't hesitate. She marked Daimyō, already knowing why they were giving her a test like this.
She understood these weren't knowledge checks. They were mindset tests. Most people wouldn't choose the Daimyō. He was seen as untouchable. Targeting him was basically declaring war on the entire country. If you failed, your village might betray you just to keep the peace.
But she wasn't most people.
'Hohohoh~ I'm an ojou-sama, backed by the strongest shinobi in the village. The Daimyō would just blink and look the other way.'
With a smug little rich-girl smile, she wrote:
"The Daimyō is the big wallet. If that wallet falls, all the smaller ones fall too—those of ninjas, merchants, mercenaries, and politicians. Without money, even the most loyal shinobi can become a traitor. And with betrayal come opportunities. With enough cash, you can buy spies."
Next question:
"Name the current Kages."
Easy: A (3rd Raikage), Hiruzen Sarutobi (3rd Hokage), Ōnoki (3rd Tsuchikage), Satetsu (3rd Kazekage), Yagura Karatachi (4th Mizukage)
"Who are our enemies in Konoha?"
Options: Everyone – Only Shinobi – Only Civilians – I have no enemies, no one has enemies
Not long ago, she would've answered "only shinobi," naively thinking only the enemy ninja were a threat.
But after years around veteran shinobi—hearing their stories, seeing their scars—she knew better.
She marked: Everyone.
"In war, even a civilian fights. A father defends his ninja son, a mother protects her home. Hesitating, feeling compassion, can cost your team, your friends, even your family. So until proven otherwise… everyone's an enemy."
Next question:
"At what angle should you throw a kunai to hit the Hokage while he's speaking to a crowd?"
Yoruichi wrote without blinking:
"None. Throwing a kunai at a Kage is a suicide move. One kunai won't kill him, and doing it outs you immediately. The smart move is to blend in with the crowd and wait for a better chance. Thinking like a ninja doesn't always mean attacking."
Final question:
"How would you bring down Konoha?"
Yoruichi paused. Tapped her fingers on the desk, balanced the pencil on her lips. Thought it through.
First she wrote: "Shinra Tensei."
Then erased it. Akatsuki was just getting started—wouldn't work.
Next, she scribbled:
"Konoha is built on clans. Each one has its own history, pride, and power. That pride is a weakness. Stirring distrust among them—dividing the Uchiha, Hyūga, Aburame, and Nara—could trigger a civil war. An isolated clan is easy to recruit or wipe out."
Then she added a second, simpler strategy:
"It's the Land of Fire. Konoha's surrounded by forests. Spark massive wildfires, block routes, cut off supplies, and break their logistics. No food, no reinforcements, no exits… a trapped village is a doomed village."
She dropped the pencil.
Test complete.
She hadn't used any canon-specific answers. Everything she wrote was plausible—solid strategy for any ninja with brains and insight. References to clans, terrain, and political structure were all common knowledge for someone like her.
She looked over the paper with a faint smile. If the grade was high enough, ramen was practically guaranteed.
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End of Chapter 16
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Fanfic based on Naruto (by Masashi Kishimoto) and Bleach (by Tite Kubo). This is a fan-made story with no official affiliation. The content is shared as part of the creative rewards on my Patreon.
Mostly daily chapter, where I didn't think much of a meaning to it, just demonstrate the timeline, what the exams are like at the academy, that it serves beyond just learning, and I'll just continue one more and the academy arc ends. I didn't like it, and if it continued like this, it would simply take too long until something interesting, it continues with time jumps, anque the chapter also serves to know why the second raikage let Renji get into the village, despite being a civilian from outside Kumo, since it was requested by Sakura, the great granddaughter of the first raikage, and with this same, it also partly explains the great closeness between Yoruichi's family, taking into account that it is not only because of his father Denji, but also because of his mother and ancestors. ... she is literally the supreme ojousama.