Chapter 37: Tuesday
Where Souta never thought that Pakura, who always appeared calm and confident, also had such doubts.
After a moment, Souta smiled slightly.
"Don't worry," Souta said softly. "I believe you can do it. The Pakura I know is someone strong and confident. You will definitely succeed."
Pakura turned and looked at Souta with a flat expression before suddenly smiling slightly.
"That's silly," Pakura said with an amused tone. "Just because you believe I can, does that mean I will be able to become a ninja? What a strange thought."
Seeing Pakura's smile, Souta was a bit surprised.
However, in his heart, Souta felt relieved.
They continued walking side by side, stepping along the village streets that were beginning to be enveloped in the twilight.
Maybe... being a ninja isn't just about fighting, but also about walking together with others in difficult times.
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Time passed quickly. The sun had just risen on the eastern horizon, driving away the remnants of the night's darkness with its golden light. The cold desert wind of the morning gently blew through the windows of the Sunagakure Ninja Academy, carrying the distinctive scent of sand.
Tuesday had arrived. Souta, along with other orphans, stood in a long line in front of the academy hall, waiting for their turn to receive the books and stationery provided by the academy.
Around them, some children appeared to be whispering with sparkling eyes, as if they had found a very precious treasure. Others held their books hesitantly, perhaps because they had never owned such items before.
Souta received his book and stationery with a flat expression. He did not share the same excitement as the other children. For Souta, this was just a regular routine.
After all, in Souta's previous life, he was already accustomed to reading and writing in Japanese. In fact, the calculations they would learn later would not be more difficult than the complex equations Souta had solved as a scientist and robotics researcher.
However, something that caught Souta's attention was the difference in treatment between children like him and those from wealthy families. Students from prominent families had already been informed since Monday to bring their own supplies.
They arrived with thicker books and seemingly higher-quality stationery. Some children even proudly showcased the pens and ink they brought, as if wanting to display their status difference.
Souta merely snorted softly. Social classification was indeed unavoidable, even in this world.
When the lessons began, the atmosphere in the classroom became more serious. The teachers started teaching the basics of reading, writing, and basic arithmetic.
Around Souta, some children furrowed their brows, gripping their pencils tightly while trying to write their first letters with trembling hands. Others even whispered to each other, confused by how to read the characters written on the board.
Souta, on the other hand, easily wrote the letters in his book, his fingers moving confidently as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
The teacher briefly noticed Souta's writing and nodded slightly before moving on to another student. Souta did not receive praise, but he was also not reprimanded—a sign that he was considered capable enough.
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The day passed quickly, and the next day, history lessons began.
Where Souta sat in his chair with his hands folded, he listened to his teacher's explanation with a flat gaze. Although Souta already knew most of Sunagakure's history from the anime he had watched in his previous life, hearing it directly from the inhabitants of this world gave Souta a different perspective.
"Once upon a time, Sunagakure was just a vast expanse of desert with small villages scattered at various points," the teacher's voice echoed in the classroom.
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Chapter 38: The Name of the Third Kazekage
"However, a great man named Reto emerged and united the villages under one banner. He is our first Kazekage."
Some students listened with great interest, their eyes sparkling as they imagined the figure of the mighty Reto standing in the midst of a sandstorm, leading his people to glory. However, for Souta, this was just an old story he already knew.
What caught Souta's attention was the figure of the third Kazekage.
During the new student welcome ceremony, Souta had seen the man standing on stage with a cold and authoritative gaze. Now, from this lesson, Souta finally learned his name—Satetsu. The name immediately reminded Souta of his signature technique, Iron Sand.
Souta rubbed his chin, thinking about something. The history in this world might have some differences compared to what Souta knew. Perhaps there was information not shown in the anime or manga, and this was an opportunity for Souta to learn more deeply.
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Thursday arrived, bringing with it the lesson Souta had been looking forward to the most—an introduction to chakra.
Souta's eyes sparkled a little as the teacher began to explain about this energy. "Chakra is the resource that flows within our bodies, connecting the physical and spiritual," the teacher said in a calm voice. "Without chakra, a ninja would not be able to fight well."
Souta listened intently, noting every detail he deemed important. He knew that in this world, chakra was everything. Just like gasoline for vehicles or electricity for machines in Souta's old world, chakra was the main energy source that determined how strong someone could become.
On Friday, the lesson shifted to physical training.
Souta stood on the academy field with the other students, his body slightly tense as he heard the teacher's instructions. Today's exercise? Tag.
The children immediately ran in all directions as soon as the whistle blew, laughter and shouts filling the air. Some of the more agile kids moved swiftly, evading their pursuers with quick movements, while others stumbled and fell into the sand.
Souta, though not overly enthusiastic, ran at a controlled speed. He didn't want to stand out too much, but he also didn't want to be left behind. This exercise seemed like a game, but its benefits were clear—improving endurance and agility.
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Saturday arrived, bringing more serious physical training.
Souta stood on one leg, balancing his body as instructed by the teacher. The desert wind blew gently, causing some students to lose their balance and wobble. However, Souta remained still, his body as solid as a rock.
After that, they began practicing walking in a straight line, then doing planks with both hands to strengthen their core. The muscles in Souta's abdomen and arms began to feel warm, but he persevered.
The next exercises included jumping rope, throwing and catching a ball to improve coordination, and walking backward and sideways to train overall body control.
After a full day of training, Saturday finally came to an end. However, for Souta, the training was not over.
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Sunday was a day off, but Souta had no intention of spending it relaxing. While other students might enjoy their free time playing or resting, Souta stood beside the wall of his house, his gaze filled with determination.
Souta took a deep breath, then channeled chakra into the soles of his feet, placing one foot against the wall.
One step. Two steps. Three steps...
However, before Souta could hold on for an hour, his foot lost its grip, and his body fell straight down. Dust flew as Souta landed on his backside.
Souta winced but did not complain. He then got up, brushed off his clothes, and prepared to try again.
In this world, no one could survive by just relaxing. If Souta wanted to become stronger, he had to keep training.
No matter how many times Souta fell, he would always get back up. That was Souta's determination.
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