Tomato-Nai, Smelly-Mouth Night

No matter the world, everyone goes through a certain stage.

That is the period of childhood, when time feels unbearably slow, sometimes even like each day drags on for a year.

But once you grow up, time seems to fly by, as if a day passes in the blink of an eye.

Gojo Yoru, whose soul was that of an adult from another world, had always been the latter.

The infant period when he was born with awareness, the toddler period when he refined Chakra at age three, and the student period when he awakened his Golden Finger at age six—all felt like yesterday.

As a new calendar hung on the wall, another year quietly arrived.

Before he knew it, Gojo Yoru's age had returned to double digits.

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Konoha Year 34, January 7th.

This day was the first day of the third semester at the Ninja Academy.

Gojo Yoru had already dressed neatly early on, standing before a full-length mirror, studying the boy reflected in it.

Under ten years old, no matter how tall he grew, he was still just a child.

At ten, he would become a young adolescent.

But Gojo Yoru's stage of early adolescence was a bit unusual compared to others.

In the Original Work, Jiraiya stood at 191 cm, an absolute giant in the Naruto World.

Yet this giant, when he graduated at age twelve, was not much different in height from his peers.

As for Gojo Yoru, he still had a few months until he turned ten.

His height, however, had already reached 162 cm, and he had grown another two centimeters over this break. The loose-fitting clothes he had bought last year would soon be too small again.

Being this tall at ten years old wouldn't mean much in many places in Gojo Yoru's previous life.

In certain countries of this world, it wasn't extremely rare either.

But in Konoha, where the average height of his peers was only 130 to 140 cm, Gojo Yoru's height was a bit exaggerated.

No wonder Gojo Yoru's reputation as the school bully intimidated the entire academy—this height was simply too oppressive.

Just standing before him, those peers a full head shorter immediately felt a suffocating pressure bearing down on them.

It was overwhelming dominance!

Even Gojo Yoru himself could be certain that in this life, he would definitely be over 180 cm, perhaps even a small giant at 190 cm.

"Looks like it's not just the same surname and similar face—even the height might be very close. I won't really turn into a 2.5 Gojo Yoru, will I?" Gojo Yoru looked at the handsome boy in the mirror and couldn't help teasing himself.

Though he said that, Gojo Yoru didn't take it seriously inside.

Even though his build was very similar to Gojo Satoru, Gojo Yoru's abilities were more like Sukuna's.

As a master of Space-Time Ninjutsu, Gojo Yoru would only be the one to cut others in half—no one would ever cut him in half, hmm!

After one final adjustment of his collar, Gojo Yoru jumped down from the balcony, hands in his pockets.

Outside the door, a figure had been waiting for some time.

Seeing Gojo Yoru come down this way, Uzumaki Kushina couldn't help but complain, "Always trying to look cool. If you fall one day, I'll laugh at you for the rest of your life."

Even so, a flash of admiration still flickered in Uzumaki Kushina's eyes.

Both were handsome guys with blue eyes, but Gojo Yoru and Namikaze Minato were two extremes in style, leading to completely opposite fashion choices.

Namikaze Minato was the gentle type, called the "Little Sun" by classmates, dressing like a warm-hearted boy.

Gojo Yoru, on the other hand, was the cold type, known as the "Big Demon King," with a dark and aloof style.

Gojo Yoru wore a white open-front coat on top, paired with a black shirt, and black pants and shoes on the bottom.

This mostly black style would look a bit eccentric on others.

But on Gojo Yoru, with his white hair and white eyebrows and lashes, it was a perfect match.

Especially when Gojo Yoru wasn't smiling, those icy blue eyes, his habit of keeping his hands in his pockets, and his height that dwarfed his peers gave him an aloof, condescending, and contemptuous vibe.

Girls who liked this style would have their hearts race just from one glance at him, their M-side exploding.

Those even more obsessed might turn into ultimate simps. Even if he had never given them a good look since childhood, they would still sacrifice for this unrequited love, turning against a best friend who had saved them. If the one they loved chose to betray the village, they would abandon their parents to follow, enduring a life hunted by their own village's ninjas, while their parents lost face in the village and might even commit suicide under the pressure.

Even if they were scolded or nearly killed, they would forgive him afterward.

Even if he chose someone else, they would silently bless him and never marry.

Unfortunately, Gojo Yoru was born in the wrong era—this generation had no such absurd simps.

Uzumaki Kushina, who had spent a few months with Gojo Yoru, knew that this guy wasn't actually an ice-cold man. He was even gentler than that sissy, just a bit awkward in personality and liked to mock her—a "cool-poser."

As expected, Gojo Yoru started teasing her the next second: "If you're still not awake, go catch a nap in the classroom first. Otherwise, I seriously doubt whether your brain is still on your pillow at home. Come talk to me like that when your Body Flicker Technique can catch up to my shadow, Tomato-Nai."

"Smelly-Mouth Night, what did you say? Say it again if you dare!"

"If your hearing's bad, go see an ear doctor. I only specialize in brains—want me to give you a punch? Guaranteed instant results."

"I'll give you a punch first!"

Uzumaki Kushina put on a show of being bad at something but loving it anyway, only to end up unable to take the heat, baring her teeth as she charged at Gojo Yoru.

The two of them bickered and tussled as they headed toward the Ninja Academy.

From their familiar banter and scuffling, this was clearly their daily routine.

Ever since Gojo Yoru taught Uzumaki Kushina the Rasengan, she had become even more clingy.

Uzumaki Kushina's personality was the female version of Uzumaki Naruto.

Optimistic and cheerful, proactive, fiery, unwilling to lose, strong pride, daring to love and hate—these were all her character tags.

Although Uzumaki Kushina had not yet become the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, the method to win her over was actually just as simple as winning over Uzumaki Naruto.

As long as you acknowledged her and cared about her, you could immediately earn Uzumaki Kushina's favor.

That was exactly what Gojo Yoru did.

When the whole class was mocking Uzumaki Kushina, he stepped in before Namikaze Minato, extended his goodwill, and instantly gained Uzumaki Kushina's favor.

He showed no mercy during taijutsu sparring, then used Medical Ninjutsu to create a bridge reaction, making that favor begin to shift.

The Rasengan's decisive blow ignited the girl's passion.

After that day, Uzumaki Kushina came to Gojo Yoru's house every day, either receiving guidance on the Rasengan at his place or dragging him out to train or shop.

This semester, she even took the initiative to come to Gojo Yoru's home, wanting to go to school together with him.

In this world where kids as young as five or six already understood love and romance, Uzumaki Kushina's favor toward Gojo Yoru was already on full display.

At some point, that blonde loser who always peeked from the shadows had chosen to give up.

The bull warrior had claimed another great victory!