Ninja Academy Student, Two and a Half Years After Crossing Over!

"Tang Ping, wake up... We're going to be late!"

The repeated calls roused Tang Ping from where he had been sleeping face-down on his desk.

Before him stood two boys, one fat and one thin. They were in a bare, shabby classroom.

"Did you forget? Today's the graduation assessment."

The fat boy's gaze was full of helplessness.

Graduation assessment?

Tang Ping remembered.

Today was the day of the graduation assessment, so he immediately stood up.

"Taka, Koji, let's go!"

With that, he hurried toward the classroom door.

"Wait for us!"

The two boys behind him quickly followed.

Yes, Tang Ping was a transmigrator.

The Naruto World!

A world from an anime he had watched before crossing over.

Except this was a real world, far vaster and more realistic than the anime.

And the more one thought about many things here, the more terrifying they became.

The place he was in also happened to be the center of this world.

Konoha!

It was barely a decent start.

Successfully crossing over and being tall, rich, and handsome should have been something to celebrate.

But he had crossed into the ninja world, which was simply infuriating.

This was a world where human lives were worth less than grass. Ninjas were sent to the battlefield to kill people at only a few years old, and the death rate was terrifyingly high.

Faced with such a dangerous world, Tang Ping, who had been here for two and a half years without a system, had naturally chosen to lie flat.

He had no choice but to lie flat!

If he actually dared to shout something like, "My fate is mine, not Heaven's," he would be guaranteed a private room in the Interrogation Department.

Ninjas!

They were extraordinarily perceptive when it came to intelligence. The slightest suspicion could make them act.

Moreover, with all kinds of secret techniques and methods, even the dead could not keep secrets.

That was why ninjas had to deal with their own corpses after death.

Having arrived in such a brutal and dangerous world, how could Tang Ping not accept his fate and lie flat?

And today was the final hurdle.

As long as he failed the assessment, he could lie flat and live off a woman.

Once he became a ninja, he would become a tool of the village. Even if they assigned him a mission he knew was certain death, he would still have to carry it out. Leaving the village without permission would be considered betrayal, and he would be hunted down.

Only by becoming an "ordinary person" could he escape the dangerous and cruel ninja system.

Thus, Tang Ping had been planning ever since he crossed over.

Now, he finally had a chance.

As long as he performed badly enough today, he should have a chance to lie flat.

Thinking of this, Tang Ping led his two best friends toward the training grounds.

The two beside him were both his closest friends.

The chubby one was Honda Taka, whose dream was to become the greatest merchant in the ninja world.

The other, Yamaa Koji, had an icy expression. He came from a small ninja clan and dreamed of restoring the Yamaa Clan's glory.

Well!

After two and a half years of effort, along with Tang Ping's deliberate recruitment and PUA, the three of them were practically brothers from different fathers and mothers.

As a transmigrator who had roughly watched the Naruto anime, Tang Ping had also seen those future protagonists.

But his attitude toward them was to keep a respectful distance.

Because in the dangerous ninja world, the people around the protagonists died the fastest.

Without that kind of luck, getting close to them was simply courting death.

As a transmigrator with such scrawny arms and legs, he had better not join in that excitement.

Staying hidden was victory.

Take a certain Obito, for example. When he stayed hidden, his aura was as impressive as could be. The moment he jumped out, not only did his aura plummet, he died outright.

A certain Madara was even a master of lying low. While lurking beneath the surface, he was completely invincible. The moment he emerged, he was stabbed in the back by a certain Great Filial Son.

Then there was a certain master of lying low in the Pure Land, who took it to a whole new level and did it with style, becoming the ultimate winner.

All of that proved one truth.

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With such outstanding "seniors" as examples, it was no wonder Tang Ping was determined to lie flat and stay hidden.

This world was simply too dangerous. The more wildly one jumped around, the more miserably one died.

After... two and a half years since crossing over, anyone looking at him would see him as a dead last, the kind who could not even become a ninja.

Mind you, he was a true dead last.

Unlike a certain Obito, who had only been a dead last after entering school because of various accidents, while his actual strength was far from weak.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the training grounds.

But they immediately noticed something was wrong.

There were too many people!

Those figures standing on the walls, trees, rooftops, and other places were all major figures within the village.

The most conspicuous among them was naturally the figure wearing a Hokage Hat and long robes, surrounded by a crowd at one corner of the training grounds.

The Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi!

Also Konoha's top dog.

Yet Tang Ping's gaze fell on the figure beside him, whose right eye and right hand were wrapped in white bandages while his left hand held a cane.

Danzo!

Bold and unrestrained, ruthless and vicious, cold-blooded and selfish—those were the most flattering words one could use for him.

Better to offend the Third Hokage, the "Gentleman Sword," than offend him.

Tang Ping had always avoided him due to his identity, afraid of attracting his "favor."

Fortunately, his favor was only directed at geniuses.

He had absolutely no interest in a genuine underachieving dead last like Tang Ping. Otherwise, Tang Ping might have had to find a way to flee with a bucket in hand.

When he had first crossed over and learned that he was in Konoha, his first thought had been to run away.

But the village that had seemed so lax in the anime, where even a genin could leave whenever he wanted, was completely different in reality.

With its extremely strict guards and defenses, forget ordinary people—even jonin had no way to escape.

After later learning the true state of this world, he became even less willing to leave.

Human lives were worth less than dogs!

That was no exaggeration outside Konoha.

Ordinary people who lacked food could only eat grass or even people. For warmth, they could only rely on straw, while even a cotton blanket counted as a luxury. When they fell ill, they could only endure it. Add rampant bandits and war to the mix...

It was practically a hellish world.

The average lifespan was less than thirty years. Let that sink in.

In contrast...

Konoha was relatively safe, and its standard of living was fairly good. Otherwise, countless villagers would not rather die than leave.

For outsiders, moving into Konoha was harder than ascending to Heaven. Only someone whose IQ had dropped offline would want to leave.

Besides, he had already latched onto a pair of White Thighs.

And the prerequisite for lying flat was embarrassing himself in today's assessment and being stripped of his ninja qualifications.

Once he became a ninja... congratulations!

For the rest of his life, he would be controlled by the village.

And there would be no base salary—no position, no pay—no pension, and only death or disability would let him retire early.

The death rate among ninjas was astonishingly high!

That might be the real reason why they started dating in school and got married in their teens.

They died too young and too quickly. If they did not leave behind descendants soon enough, the ninja profession might have gone extinct long ago.

While Tang Ping was thinking about all this, the other students gradually completed their assessments.

It was a practical combat assessment.

They would fight a chunin examiner, and the result would determine whether they passed.

The childish assessment from the anime had probably only been changed during the future peacetime era.

It was now Konoha Year 42. War was already brewing, and the village needed more cannon fodder, so naturally it would not restrict the passing rate.

Thus, graduating was genuinely easy.

But graduation was one thing. Their future prospects would depend on their grades.

If they were geniuses...

The major clans and teachers would fight to recruit them. If their grades were poor, they could only wait to be worked like cattle and sent out as cannon fodder.

Perhaps that was why anyone with even a little talent desperately tried to become a "genius."

That title might draw attention, but the benefits were real as well.

However, Tang Ping was definitely not among those people.

If he were a "genius," Root would certainly come knocking.

There was only one reason—his surname was "Uchiha."

That was right, the same edgy, tsundere Qiao Family known for being beautiful, strong, and tragic.

Except his surname had been changed later. He had not had a surname before.

He had married into the family!

Those who knew, knew.

He was completely living off a woman.

The original owner had refused to accept it. He had constantly worked to escape that identity, only to get himself killed, allowing Tang Ping, the transmigrator, to successfully take over.

But in Tang Ping's view, the guy had simply never been beaten down by society and had no idea how dangerous the world was.

What was wrong with having someone support you? So many people wanted that and could not get it.

At any rate, Tang Ping was enjoying his soft rice immensely, and he even planned to keep eating it forever.

Even if he could no longer live off her, he could at least get a "breakup fee" from her. Either way, he would not lose out.

"Uchiha Tang Ping!"

The homeroom teacher standing on the training grounds, Sarutobi Nagakawa, called out his name loudly.

"Good luck!"

"Don't let anyone look down on you!"

His two best friends cheered him on. Even Yamaa Koji, who always wore an icy expression, forced out a smile.