Who Was to Blame for the Class Ending Up Like This?

Tree climbing and water walking were merely the basics of chakra control training. As long as one graduated from the Ninja Academy, their assigned Jonin would teach them these things.

Having completed her tree-climbing and water-walking training, all that remained was steady, painstaking work that required relentless practice day after day.

The Hyuga Clan had a thousand years of ninjutsu inheritance, with deep roots and a solid foundation. Hinata only needed to continue training step by step.

Sometimes, Hinata even wondered whether the clan possessed an even stronger Gentle Fist Secret Technique, but no one could practice it because their talent was insufficient.

Perhaps the ancient texts passed down through the clan for a thousand years also recorded some deeds of the Sage of Six Paths.

After all, the Uchiha Family had a stone tablet.

The Hyuga Clan should not have nothing.

Then again, perhaps not. When Hagoromo Otsutsuki went to the moon back then, he might have deleted a great deal of information.

After listening to Hinata describe her daily training routine, Hyuga Hiashi could not help but sigh. Hinata truly had exceptional talent!

But she was far too lazy!

Although Hinata believed she worked very hard in training, compared to those who truly worked hard, her training regimen was practically a game.

Even Hanabi, who was five years younger, could not compare!

Such talent was truly being wasted on Hinata.

What a waste of heaven-given gifts!

Sometimes, Hyuga Hiashi wondered whether peace was truly a good thing or a bad thing.

Hyuga Hiashi still remembered his childhood. The Second Shinobi World War had only just begun then. Though he was the heir to the main family, if he did not train diligently, he could still die on the battlefield.

Yet now, with no pressure to survive, Hinata was actually playing some kind of ninja game with her schoolmates.

"Hanabi, it's time for morning practice!"

"Yes, Father!"

Hyuga Hiashi carried Hanabi away, but before leaving, he did not forget to remind Hinata, "Don't be late for school!"

School!!!

Hinata was horrified. She hurried back into the house to check the time. It was already 7:45.

I'm doomed. There are only fifteen minutes until class starts!

Hinata had not gone to bed until nearly midnight last night, so naturally she had gotten up late this morning. After getting up, she had messed around in bed with Hanabi for a while, demonstrated the ninjutsu she had created last night, and then spent ages chatting with Hyuga Hiashi.

"But I haven't had breakfast yet!"

Hinata clutched her empty stomach and thought to herself, I'm too late for school anyway. I'll be late either way, so what's the difference between being five minutes late and an hour late?

After enjoying a nice breakfast, Hinata took two laps around her little courtyard to help digest her food before finally slinging on her backpack and heading to school.

Before leaving, Hinata did not forget to instruct Tokuma Hyuga that he absolutely had to find someone to repair her little courtyard today.

"Hinata!!!"

"Look at the time! Just look at the time! What time is it now?!"

Hinata turned her head and glanced at the clock on the wall. "Teacher, it's only past eight..."

"Past eight? It's 8:57 now. It's almost nine!"

Hinata tried her best to put on an adorable expression and asked in confusion, "Teacher, is there a difference between past eight and almost nine?"

The unnamed teacher was practically about to explode with rage. She had clearly been late, yet not only did she refuse to properly admit her mistake, she was even acting cute!

What angered him most were the students in the class.

"Teacher, she was only a few minutes late! Hinata has always had good grades. What's the big deal?"

"Exactly! Besides, Hinata already knows she was wrong, so just forgive her."

"Hinata is always so well-behaved in class. She must have been delayed because something came up at home. Teacher, why are you acting like you won't let this go just because you have the upper hand?"

"Teacher, you've gone too far! How dare you bully Hinata!"

The unnamed teacher was nearly despairing. Who was actually at fault here?!

Was there no justice? No law? No village rules?

He truly was a teacher so pitiful that it made one's heart ache.

Hinata secretly glanced at the unnamed teacher. Don't you know this is the Naruto world?

In this world, as long as you're good-looking, you can clear your name no matter what. I was only a few minutes late. It's not like I'm completely beyond redemption. If you don't forgive me, you'll provoke public outrage.

After all, I'm pretty and popular, so I can be willful!

But you... can't! She wagged a finger.

The unnamed teacher quickly recognized which way the wind was blowing. He decided to let Hinata off for the sake of the whole class, but as the homeroom teacher, he still needed to find himself a way out to save face.

After thinking for a moment, the unnamed teacher asked with a kind smile, "Hinata, did something happen at home that made you arrive late?"

See? This was how to handle people. He did not even call it "being late"; Hinata had merely arrived a little late.

She definitely could not mention independently developing a new ninjutsu. After thinking it over, Hinata explained, "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that you were teaching class, so I didn't dare wake up. That's why I got up late."

In other words, she had overslept!

The unnamed teacher's mouth twitched a few times. In a strange tone, he said, "Hinata certainly loves learning. You even dream of your teacher giving lessons. In that case, pay attention in class. Go back to your seat!"

"Thank you, Teacher!"

Hinata glanced at the writing on the blackboard. The teacher was still covering yesterday's lesson, and Hinata had already learned it.

She darted to the last row, sat down beside Choji, placed her backpack on the desk to block the teacher's line of sight, then turned her head and whispered to Choji, "Choji, I brought new snacks today!"

Choji's eyes lit up. He took out a bag of potato chips from his backpack and said to Hinata, "Hinata, let's trade snacks!"

Hinata nodded her little head in satisfaction.

Eating snacks alone quickly became tiresome, but if you fought others for them, they somehow tasted much better.

Choji was Hinata's only fellow foodie friend.

Crunch! Crunch!

"..."

Watching the students eat snacks, sleep, play with dogs, stare blankly, and admire handsome boys, while not a single one listened seriously to his lesson, the unnamed teacher felt that he truly could not keep teaching this class much longer.

And the students in the class were either young masters and young ladies from ninja clans, or friends of those young masters and young ladies.

He could say a few things to them, but hitting them was out of the question.

If he sent them outside the classroom to stand as punishment, they would surely slip away to play immediately.

I'll endure!

The unnamed teacher deeply understood the essence of being a "ninja." He pretended not to see the absurdity in the classroom. He taught his lesson while the students below busied themselves with their own affairs, and one tiny classroom was divided into two separate worlds that had nothing to do with each other.

Hinata felt that the class was far too chaotic. It was already affecting her ability to read extracurricular books.

She shot the teacher a dissatisfied glance, then quietly complained to Shikamaru, "Shikamaru, this teacher is so irresponsible. The class discipline is such a mess, and he doesn't even know to do anything about it!"

Shikamaru and the unnamed teacher: "..."

Shikamaru could not help rolling his eyes. Who was to blame for the class ending up like this?!

Not wanting to pay Hinata any attention, Shikamaru turned over, faced the other way, and continued sleeping.

Who was to blame for the class discipline ending up like this?