This is Uchiha Plaza

Thursday.

As soon as Beizawa arrived at the office, he found an uninvited guest.

"Beizawa."

Mizuki stood up, a full smile on his face as he greeted him.

He was well-disguised; nothing in his words or manner betrayed his jealousy toward Beizawa.

"What do you want?"

Beizawa nodded and asked calmly.

Mizuki's expression stiffened, and resentment brewed inside him.

What kind of attitude is that? How infuriating!

"There's a meeting after school on Monday in the Second Floor Meeting Room."

Mizuki suppressed his emotions and explained, "It's mainly to discuss the content of this month's Monthly Exam."

"Thanks."

Beizawa said politely.

Mizuki nodded and turned to leave.

Only after he left the office did his true face show, a look of irritation plain on his features.

Beizawa didn't care about Mizuki's thoughts. He was pondering how to handle the new mission that had suddenly appeared.

[Current Mission: Become first in the class during the April Monthly Exam.]

[Mission Reward: Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere.]

[Accept?]

Under normal circumstances, a teacher definitely couldn't take the Monthly Exam.

But his system had always been quite... clever.

If he sat in the exam room and did the test paper, could he complete the mission?

Beizawa stroked his chin.

Whether it worked or not, he had to try.

Because Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere was a B-rank Ninjutsu.

B-rank might not sound high, but in reality, it was already quite rare. Quite a few chunin couldn't even master B-rank techniques.

As a three-nothing chunin, Beizawa had no B-rank Ninjutsu at all.

Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere would become the first B-rank technique he ever mastered.

And this Wind Style technique was astonishingly powerful. In the original story, it was Shimura Danzō's signature jutsu.

The bell for class rang, and Beizawa walked into the classroom.

The previously noisy room fell silent, and the students returned to their seats.

"Everyone, open your textbooks. Today we'll continue with the story of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju."

Beizawa stood at the podium and said, "Under Hashirama Senju's leadership, Konoha flourished. But unfortunately, the good times didn't last."

Curiosity was piqued among the students.

With Hashirama Senju around, how could invincible Konoha fall?

"...The Uchiha Clan's leader at the time, Madara Uchiha, clashed over ideology and ultimately broke with Konoha."

Beizawa continued, "He fought an unprecedented ninja battle with the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, at the Valley of the End."

Sasuke Uchiha couldn't help but widen his eyes.

There was something like that?

Does the Uchiha Clan's current state have something to do with this Madara Uchiha?

"The result was Madara Uchiha's crushing defeat. He died at the Valley of the End."

As Beizawa finished, the classroom buzzed with chatter.

"As expected of the First Hokage-sama!"

"Wood Style is unbeatable!"

"Of course! The 'wood' in our Konoha is the 'wood' of Wood Style!"

Hashirama Senju was known as the God of Shinobi, and Wood Style was famous to all.

These students were all young, so naturally they admired the strong.

Only Sasuke Uchiha remained silent.

After all, it was his fascinating ancestor who had lost.

"This afternoon's practical class has physical training. Don't eat too much at lunch."

Beizawa reminded them, then left as the bell rang.

Time came to noon.

A knock sounded at the door.

Hinata Hyuga walked in, carrying a lunchbox.

"Come here."

Beizawa sat on the sofa, opened a Space Storage Scroll, and pulled out eight lunchboxes at once.

Seeing this, Hinata Hyuga was momentarily stunned.

Only then did she understand why Beizawa had told her to eat with him.

He'd prepared this many lunchboxes for her.

"What are you spacing out for?"

Beizawa picked up his chopsticks and said, "Sit down and eat."

Suddenly thinking of something, Hinata Hyuga took out a pink wallet and handed it to him.

"What's this supposed to mean?"

Beizawa raised an eyebrow and asked.

Want me to live off a woman? Do I look like that kind of person?

"For the lunch money."

Hinata Hyuga explained.

"This little bit isn't a big deal."

Beizawa shook his head and refused.

"No!"

Hinata Hyuga rarely became assertive.

"Not bad, that spirit."

Beizawa gave her a once-over and smiled.

Hinata Hyuga's body trembled. She instinctively lowered her head, two blushes blooming on her cheeks.

"Then I'll take it. Hurry up and eat."

Beizawa took the pink wallet and said.

After lunch, Hinata Hyuga returned to the classroom for the midday break.

In the afternoon's practical combat class, the students stood in neat rows on the track, waiting.

"This is your first physical training session, so today there's no time limit and no lap limit. Let me see your limits."

Beizawa stood on the field and said, "Based on the rankings, I'll hand out snack packs to the top ten."

"Awesome!"

Many people cheered.

"First place is mine!"

Naruto Uzumaki shouted confidently.

"First place belongs to this master!"

Kiba Inuzuka said, arms crossed.

This wasn't him blowing his own horn.

As a member of the Inuzuka Clan, he'd played with ninja dogs since childhood, honing speed far beyond the ordinary.

Sasuke Uchiha stood calmly, hands in his pockets.

In his view, none of these classmates were a match for him.

From this moment on, this field would be called Uchiha Plaza—everyone rise and watch him perform.

"They sure are motivated."

Shikamaru Nara yawned and asked, "Choji, how about we put in some effort too and bail out early?"

"I'm fine with that."

Choji Akimichi agreed readily.

Snacks were nice, but not guaranteed.

And as a fat guy, running was pure torture.

"Ino, want to race?"

Sakura Haruno shook her hands and said, "If you lose, you can't compete with me for Sasuke today."

"No need to race. I'll let you have him."

Ino Yamanaka looked at Beizawa.

She still had tree-climbing later, and Sasuke Uchiha would be there too—Sakura Haruno was doomed to eat dust.

"...?"

Sakura Haruno whipped her head around to stare at her.

What's going on? Why are you acting so distant?

"Quiet."

Beizawa clapped his hands and said with a smile, "I'll run with you all. If anyone can beat me, they'll get a special prize."

At those words, a sharp light burst from Sasuke Uchiha's eyes.

He craved a worthy opponent.

Among his peers, he considered himself unmatched, so he set his sights higher.

Beizawa was a chunin. If he could win, it would at least prove he had a chunin's speed.

Maybe then his father and brother would praise him.

"Ready!"

Beizawa shouted. "Go!"

The Sasuke Uchiha and the others behind him shot off like arrows from a bow.

Beizawa wasn't in a hurry.

Bursting out at the start was a major mistake in long-distance running—you needed foreplay first.

Beizawa glanced over.

At the front was Naruto Uzumaki, with Sasuke Uchiha, Kiba Inuzuka, and Sakura Haruno close behind.

As time passed, the situation quickly shifted.

After half an hour of sprinting, Naruto Uzumaki slowed down, and Sasuke Uchiha took the lead.

From start to finish, he kept his breathing steady, his rhythm excellent.

Beizawa followed behind him, running quite leisurely.

After all, his physical ability was what it was.

At his age, his body was just entering its prime.

Sasuke Uchiha and the others might be geniuses, but their bodies were only six or seven years old—still underdeveloped.

After fifty laps, most students had hit their limit and retreated to the sidelines to become cheerleaders.

"Sasuke-kun, keep going."

Sakura Haruno sat on the ground, calling out weakly.

Sasuke Uchiha couldn't hear her cheers at all.

His eyes were fixed solely on Beizawa, but no matter how he chased, he couldn't catch up.

"Can you still run?"

Beizawa looked back over his shoulder and asked.

By now, only Sasuke Uchiha remained.

Frustrating!

Seeing how relaxed he looked, Sasuke trembled with rage, cold sweat drenching him despite the hot day, his hands and feet icy.