Konoha Year 34.
Konoha Village, Ninja Academy.
"Fujiwara Tetsuya!"
In a classroom, amidst a roar, several pieces of chalk gradually grew larger in everyone's pupils, accurately hitting the forehead of a black-haired boy.
"Here! I'm here, Sanjido-sensei!"
Clutching his throbbing forehead, Fujiwara Tetsuya quickly stood up amidst the laughter of his classmates.
"Fujiwara Tetsuya, tell me, how many times this week have you slept in my class?"
"Sleeping is one thing, but what's with that snoring?"
Under Fujiwara Tetsuya's terrified gaze, a fair hand brushed past his face and grabbed his ear.
"Sanjido-sensei, I was wrong, can't I just be wrong?"
"I'll definitely change next time, definitely!"
The pain in his ear instantly made Fujiwara Tetsuya abandon a phrase he always had on his lips.
A man's pride!
Amidst Fujiwara Tetsuya's cries of pain, Sanjido Suzuko's moist face came closer.
The occasional warm breath made Fujiwara Tetsuya's face quickly turn red.
Sanjido Suzuko, you have defiled this angelic face.
Sanjido Suzuko, a first-year teacher at the Ninja Academy and an Elite Chunin, entered the Ninja Academy at the prime age of twenty-three, full of attraction to the opposite sex, because she was tired of killing.
As for Fujiwara Tetsuya himself, strictly speaking, he wasn't from this world; he only came to the Naruto world through a series of coincidences, transmigrating a few days ago into the body of a seven-year-old boy named Fujiwara Tetsuya.
That's right, into the body of an unknown extra in Naruto.
"Fujiwara Tetsuya!"
"How dare you zone out in front of me!"
"I knew it, for you to repent is a huge joke, it seems I'm still too young."
Under Sanjido Suzuko's angry gaze, Fujiwara Tetsuya felt his whole world turn upside down, and with a crash, he was directly slammed onto the ground by Sanjido Suzuko, who was still holding his ear.
"Sanjido-sensei, are you trying to murder me?!"
Amidst Fujiwara Tetsuya's painful struggles, Sanjido Suzuko didn't hesitate, directly kicking Fujiwara Tetsuya against the back wall.
"Today, you'll stand honestly in the back until class is over."
"Otherwise, after class, sensei will show you what true affection is!"
Seeing Sanjido Suzuko's wicked smile, Fujiwara Tetsuya instantly shivered, ignoring the pain in his abdomen and standing ramrod straight.
Damn Ōtsutsuki!
Damn Six Paths Sage!
Why are there Ninjas?
To give such terrifying violence to such a delicate woman.
While Fujiwara Tetsuya looked forward, silently complaining.
The other boys and girls in the room couldn't help but shiver the moment they met Sanjido Suzuko's gaze.
Fortunately!
Fujiwara Tetsuya's subsequent performance was good. Sanjido Suzuko, seeing how sensible Fujiwara Tetsuya was, didn't keep him for further 'comfort.'
This also made Fujiwara Tetsuya breathe a sigh of relief, and he ran straight home without looking back.
Fujiwara Clan Grounds.
That's right, Fujiwara Tetsuya comes from an unknown small Ninja Clan.
Calling it clan grounds, it's just three simple wooden buildings, and due to years of disrepair, there's even a problem with roof leaks.
To the left of the Fujiwara Clan Grounds were a few houses belonging to the Tanaka Clan, and to the right were two small buildings of the Uesugi Clan.
That's right, the Fujiwara, Tanaka, Uesugi Three Clans, who moved from the southern Land of Fire in the early years of Konoha's founding, lived closely together, with not even a simple fence between their houses.
The Fujiwara, Tanaka, Uesugi Three Clans have shared a deep friendship since the Warring States Period.
Of course, this friendship, at first, was more about banding together for warmth, to allow the clan to survive in a Ninja World full of killing and betrayal.
If you went back a decade or so, the Fujiwara, Tanaka, and Uesugi still had several Jonin, and more than ten Special Jonin and Elite Chunin guarding them.
However, perhaps the leaders of the Three Clans at the time never imagined that they would survive the bloodiest and most chaotic Warring States Period, but not the First Ninja World War.
All the strong Ninja of the Three Clans, from Elite Chunin upwards, perished, leaving only a few Chunin to barely support the vast family businesses of the Three Clans.
But in the Ninja World!
Strength dictates everything!
The Three Clans, having lost their Jonin, were inevitably marginalized in both interest distribution and mission allocation. A few years ago, the Chunin from the Three Clans also died one after another during missions, becoming cold words on the low gravestones in the Heroes' Cemetery.
Even Fujiwara Tetsuya's parents, shortly after becoming new Chunin, died on a mission when he was three years old.
"Tanaka Chunin, I've made myself clear, you still need to think carefully!"
"After all, you have now lost your qualification as a Ninja. Keeping your Chunin Ninja ID is only because of the Third Hokage's benevolence!"
"But how much subsidy can a Chunin Ninja ID get each month? Is that little money enough for you to support the thirty-seven clan members of the Fujiwara, Tanaka, Uesugi Three Clans?"
When Fujiwara Tetsuya passed through the many streets and returned home, he saw two Chunin standing in the center of the Three Clans' houses.
Engraved on the backs of the two Chunin was the clan emblem of the Torifu Clan, the clan of Hokage Advisor Utatane Koharu.
And in Fujiwara Tetsuya's line of sight, a lame man of about twenty-five or twenty-six was smiling obsequiously, surrounded by seven or eight frightened women.
These people were the only remaining adults of the Fujiwara, Tanaka, Uesugi Three Clans.
The lame man was the only male in the Three Clans, Tanaka Jiro.
He was unfortunately severely injured during an external mission a few years ago, losing his qualification as a Ninja.
"Okay, I understand what you two adults mean. Please! Give me some more time, I will consider it carefully."
Amidst Tanaka Jiro's obsequious smiles, the two Chunin from the Torifu Clan, with disdain, walked past Fujiwara Tetsuya with a swagger, gradually moving away.
"Tetsuya, you're back!"
"How was it? What did the Ninja Academy teachers talk about today? Did you listen carefully?"
Upon seeing Fujiwara Tetsuya, Tanaka Jiro quickly hid the bitterness he had just shown, laughed loudly, and walked over to Fujiwara Tetsuya, extending his calloused right hand to playfully ruffle Fujiwara Tetsuya's hair.
"Uncle Jiro, who were those two just now?"
Fujiwara Tetsuya didn't stop Tanaka Jiro's overly affectionate gesture; all his thoughts were still on the previous matter.
"You saw them! Those two adults are Ninjas from the Torifu Clan. Tetsuya, you don't need to worry, Uncle Jiro will handle everything."
"Go get ready! We're about to eat!"
Patting the back of Fujiwara Tetsuya's head, Tanaka Jiro pushed Fujiwara Tetsuya towards the Fujiwara Clan's house.