I'm going to be a Team Leader Teacher?

I'm Going to Become a Team Leader Teacher? Morning.

A hazy mist suddenly descended, dressing Konoha—a village barely fifty years old—to look forty-nine, utterly devoid of vitality.

"Ha~"

After washing up, Uchiha Asuka pushed open his door and stepped outside. Looking at the thick fog around him, he muttered, "It'd be nice if I could have a grilled fish sprinkled with chili powder right now, wouldn't it?"

Turning back toward the house and seeing that fat Orange Cat still asleep, Asuka's mouth twitched. He snapped his fingers, summoned two Honey Mustard Family Buckets, placed one on the table, and carried the other out the door.

Today was the monthly clan meeting again. Since he had decided not to defect, he might as well attend properly and, while he was at it, hear when they planned to discuss their comeback scheme.

Crunch, crunch. There were few pedestrians on the streets that early in the morning, and the sound of Asuka wolfing down food carried far down the road.

By the time he arrived at the shrine, quite a few old men had already gathered there.

"Hmph!"

Hearing footsteps approaching from afar and seeing that it was Asuka, Uchiha Mado snorted, then immediately flicked his head away to look elsewhere.

"Hey, hey, Mado Elder, you still haven't forgotten about yesterday?"

"Shut up. This Old One doesn't want to talk to you."

"Have something to eat. It's bad for elderly people not to eat two jin of meat in the morning."

"Take it away. This Old One doesn't eat such greasy food in the morning."

"Greasy?"

Lowering his head to stare at the Family Bucket in his hands, Asuka's expression immediately turned stern as he said seriously, "Who do you think we are? We're Uchiha.

"The elders of other clans need to watch their health and eat light food because their digestion is poor.

"Don't put our clan in the same league as those other clans.

"Besides, I heard that Lord Madara's grandfather was over seventy, yet the old man ate five jin of fried meat for breakfast every day and ultimately lived until Konoha was founded."

Watching Asuka hold up five fingers at him, Mado's cheek twitched.

Yes. Some people really were healthy. Even at that age, they could still smoke two packs a day, drink a jin of liquor per meal, and eat ten jin of meat a day—but This Old One couldn't. Bang! At that moment, Asuka used the Summoning Technique to summon a pile of greasy food and handed it out to the old men beside him one by one.

Just as Mado thought all those old men would refuse the food, he saw those white-haired elders calmly accept the greasy food one after another and begin stuffing their faces.

Damn it, yesterday they had been telling him that vegetable porridge with pickles was good for health, and today they were eating this stuff.

You old geezers won't live to see the Uchiha become the Fifth Hokage.

After taking several deep breaths, Mado suddenly felt a damned competitive urge well up inside him. Staring at the chicken wings dripping grease through their seams, he gritted his teeth and said, "Give This Old One two buckets."

When Fugaku arrived at Naka Shrine right on time for the meeting, he smelled the rich scent of fried chicken in the air. After glancing at the clan ninjas whose mouths were all slick with grease, he kindly advised, "Everyone, this isn't wartime. There's no need to eat this kind of food in the morning."

"Hmph!"

Uchiha Mado snorted. Though he was beginning to feel nauseous, he still forced down the urge to vomit and said calmly, "The Uchiha Clan is Konoha's strongest clan. Naturally, our stomachs are made of iron.

"Back then, Lord Madara's grandfather could eat twenty jin of meat in one meal. This little bit we eat in the morning is merely an appetizer.

"Burp~"

A long burp came from Mado Elder. As Uchiha Fugaku smelled the fried chicken scent growing even stronger in the air, his eyelid twitched, and he cautioned, "Mado Elder, don't refer to a traitor as 'Lord' in public."

"This Old One knows."

With that, Mado stuck out his bulging belly and walked straight to his seat.

At that moment.

Inside Naka Shrine's main hall, four rows of tables had been arranged from east to west. Each row contained a different number of tables. The southernmost row had the most, with dozens of tables, while the northernmost row had the fewest—only one.

Seeing the suddenly altered arrangement, Asuka stood at the entrance in a daze.

Weren't there only two rows before? Whoever was older sat in the front row.

Why had it suddenly become four rows today?

However, the other Uchiha clansmen attending the meeting seemed to have known about the changes long ago. They quickly found their seats and sat down, leaving only the outermost empty seat for Asuka.

After Asuka sat down in that seat with a baffled expression, he looked at Uchiha Fugaku sitting extremely close to him. Then he reached out, tugged at the clan elder beside him, and asked in a low voice, "How did I end up here?"

"Oh!"

The clan elder wiped the grease from his mouth and replied casually, "You ran off last time, kid. You didn't get to see This Old One beat up everyone in all directions."

After the last civil war ended, the Great Elder had assigned our seating like this, effectively putting the factions out in the open.

The row at the very edge had the most people—the Aggressive Faction. The middle row had the second most—the Competitive Faction. This Old One's row had few people; we were the Calm Faction. As for you..."

After glancing at Asuka, he dipped a finger into his teacup and wrote several words on the tabletop.

Divorce-Advocating Faction

"..."

Asuka's face instantly darkened. Staring at the Great Elder, who was seated at the table lost in thought, he gritted his teeth and said, "Does that old bastard have a problem with me?"

"Oh? You actually knew the Great Elder has a problem with you? Ever since you insisted on learning Medical Ninjutsu back then, the Great Elder has disliked you. Yesterday, when you proposed the marriage alliance plan, he disliked you even more. So, the Great Elder is getting old. Are you interested in recommending This Old One as the Great Elder?"

"Quiet!"

Hearing the murmurs below, Fugaku pressed a hand downward. After sweeping his gaze over several people in the front row, his eyes settled on Asuka as he said in a low voice, "Uchiha Asuka, an order has just come from the Fourth Hokage. You are to temporarily take charge of three newly graduated students. After some time, you will enter the Fourth Hokage's direct division, the Anbu. I hope you can serve as a bridge between the village and the clan."

"I became a teacher?"

Asuka pointed at himself and blinked in disbelief at his Clan Head.

Someone actually wanted an Uchiha to be a teacher? What was the Hokage thinking?

After Uchiha Fugaku gave him an affirmative look, he named two more people and informed them that they would be entering the Anbu. Then he lowered his head to look at the gathered clansmen and continued, "The Fourth Hokage intends to mend the conflict between the village and our clan. As the head of the clan, I should also take the initiative to show goodwill. After some time, I will send Itachi to study at the Ninja Academy. Upon graduation, he will become the Fourth Hokage's disciple."

"Mm~"

The surrounding clansmen all nodded, looking thoroughly approving.

Minato Namikaze's combat strength was obvious to all and recognized throughout the shinobi world. Becoming the Fourth Hokage's disciple was naturally a good thing. Besides, Itachi was the Clan Head's son; it was not their place to interfere.

Most importantly, becoming the Hokage's disciple meant that the clan had once again obtained an entry ticket to the Hokage Position.

At that thought, quite a few old men looked at Asuka with gloating expressions.

Although clan meetings were places where everyone could speak freely, and even outrageous actions could be laughed off afterward, some things, once done, were firmly etched into people's minds and could never be forgotten.

For example, advising the Clan Head to get divorced. "Cough, cough."

At that moment, Asuka coughed lightly. Looking toward the Great Elder, he said calmly, "Great Elder, I have a marriage proposal for you. The woman is the grandmother of a Hyuga friend of mine. For the honor of the clan, I hope you will not refuse."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! A dense barrage of shrill whistles suddenly tore through the air. Countless kunai gleaming with black light flew over like a swarm of locusts, controlled by some force as they descended upon Uchiha Asuka.

The kunai covered half the sky, forming a massive funnel that tightly enveloped the air above Asuka's head.

"Old bastard!"

Asuka looked up at the sky. Facing the kunai filling the heavens, he raised his right hand high. His wide sleeve slipped down, revealing an arm as white and powerful as carved jade.

A red sphere of light formed in his palm. In the next instant, it blazed brilliantly, its intense heat radiating in all directions and instantly baking the tea at the gathering grounds into steam.

At that moment, Asuka seemed like a god, holding up a sun with one hand.

Fire Release: Scorching Sun!

This was a ninjutsu he had created himself. Back when he was researching the Rasengan, he felt that his orb's power was too weak. Thinking of Lava Release: Rasenshuriken, he fused his own fire-nature Chakra into the Rasengan to create this technique, which possessed immense destructive power.

The key was that it required no hand seals.

"Gulp!"

The surrounding Uchiha shinobi all swallowed as they watched that incomparably violent, blazing crimson sun.

No matter how many times they saw this ninjutsu, it was still just as shocking.

But was this guy really going that far? The kunai in the air had all been melted into molten iron by that scorching heat. Like a rain of fire, the molten metal continuously splattered onto the ground, burning one black crater after another into the earth.

"Enough!"

Once there were no more kunai in the sky, Asuka casually dispersed the fireball in his hand. He used a kunai to scrape the molten iron that had dripped onto the table aside, then took out pen and paper from his clothes and wrote down, "February 2nd, Konoha Year 51. Ever since Uchiha Asuka became a shinobi, the Great Elder of the Uchiha Clan has repeatedly challenged Uchiha Asuka. After arduous training and difficult battles, Uchiha Asuka finally defeated the Great Elder for the twenty-seventh time. Justice once again stood on the side of victory."

Looking at the Great Elder, whose beard was bristling and eyes were wide with rage, he shook the notebook in his hand, then picked at his nostrils and said casually, "Great Elder, don't forget the rules you set. One move per person. Too many moves can easily breed grudges, which is detrimental to clan unity."

"Huff... huff..."

Staring at Asuka's punchable face, the Great Elder took several deep breaths before barely suppressing the urge to attack again. His feelings toward this fellow were extremely complicated.

Love and hate, half and half.

Within a clan, it could take more than a decade, even several decades, for a single genius to emerge.

Yet the birth of one genius could determine the course of history for the next few years, decades, or even longer.

Events that would ordinarily unfold slowly in sequence or side by side would all be compressed into one brief moment. That moment would make an irreversible decision for generations to come. It would decide a person's life or death, and the survival or extinction of an entire clan.

Such moments often occurred on a single day, within a single hour, or even in just a single minute.

And Uchiha Asuka was that kind of genius.

It was just that this damn genius refused to focus on his proper work. Before even attending the Jonin Academy, he had run off to study Medical Ninjutsu. Once he entered the academy, he started tinkering with bottles and jars, conducting some kind of scientific experiments. After graduating from the academy, he began researching the legendary Sage Arts. Aside from Medical Ninjutsu, every other pursuit was a waste of time, and he had failed to figure out a single one of them.

And now, it was said that this fellow had even given up Medical Ninjutsu.

So many years wasted for nothing.

After watching Asuka for a while, the Great Elder slammed his hand heavily onto the table and turned his head to look elsewhere.

He hated geniuses, and he hated geniuses who wasted their time even more.

A genius's time should all be spent training, not on researching some old companion to introduce to This Old One.

An old companion from the Hyuga clan? Hmph! Who cared which Hyuga she was?

Forget it. One more chapter—today was still six thousand.