First Day of School

The morning sun shone warmly. The spring morning was cool and fresh.

A small figure crawled out of bed early in the morning.

After running in the yard for half an hour, he went back to wash his face and prepare to eat.

Danzo seemed to have left last night.

In fact, the entire Shimura family had less than fifty direct descendants, and less than two hundred people including servants.

Compared to the Byakugan disease that affected thousands, they were like farmers from the countryside.

After eating, Tomoko took Bing San out of the Shimura residence openly for the first time.

Konoha was not as prosperous in this era as it would be later. However, there were still many multi-story buildings, with shops sparsely dotting both sides of the street.

Walking straight down the main road led to the Hokage Building.

Bing San really wanted to try the so-called Ichiraku Ramen.

Unfortunately, he was too young, and no one would allow him to run around alone.

Tomoko took Bing San to the school to register. It wasn't registration day, but because Bing San had special permission from the Hokage, he was admitted directly.

After registering, Bing San was taken away by a teacher with a round face.

Before leaving, Tomoko repeatedly instructed Bing San to behave well and not to fight.

Bing San squinted his small eyes, feeling very impatient. He waved his hand at Tomoko and said, "You're so annoying, old hag."

The teacher bizarrely led Bing San into the school, leaving Tomoko alone and bewildered at the entrance of the principal's office.

"Class! Quiet down, we have a new classmate joining us today. I hope you all get along well.

Come in and introduce yourself to everyone." The teacher called out towards the door.

Bing San pushed the door open and walked in. There were quite a few children in the tiered classroom, about thirty or forty. They stared at Bing San in a dense crowd, but Bing San wasn't nervous; instead, he found it rather boring.

"My name is Bing San, I'm five years old (Tomoko told him to say five). That's all." Bing San finished speaking and stood by the podium, nodding to the teacher to indicate he was done.

"Tch, it's like you said nothing. Kid, are you really five years old with how small you are?" a little boy in the front row shouted at Bing San, gesturing as he spoke.

"Feng, after all, he's just a commoner without even a surname. It's normal for him to be a bit short. Tender grass in the soil is always weak." The speaker was the boy's deskmate. His eyes were white. This was clearly someone from the Hyuga family.

"Uchiha Feng, Hyuga Go, you are both very rude. Why would you speak to him like that?" A gentle-looking girl spoke up.

The entire classroom became chaotic after Bing San said "That's all." It's hard to keep young children quiet, especially when they're five or six years old.

"Ahem, quiet down." The teacher raised his voice, and the noisy children below quieted down.

"His name is Shimura Bing San, the child of Lord Shimura Danzō. You all need to get along well. Alright Bing San, find a seat and sit down, class is about to start."

Bing San walked to the third seat from the back and sat down. A kid with pineapple-shaped hair was slumped over his desk, doing who knows what, while a little chubby kid behind him was constantly eating.

The chubby kid's deskmate was a little boy with baby fat, who was bothering the little girl in front of him.

The little girl's big red eyes were filled with anger, and her eyes gradually misted over.

To Bing San's right sat a little girl with purple paint on her face. She was holding her textbook upside down, clearly distracted. Bing San wondered what she was thinking.

Bing San didn't pay them much attention. He simply took out his own book, placed it on the desk, and then started daydreaming.

Bing San hadn't learned to read at home, so he couldn't understand anything.

Suddenly, the classroom door was pushed open, and a little boy wearing goggles and a blue outfit ran in. The teacher and students all looked at him.

"Uh, I'm extremely sorry. I was helping an old lady cross the road, so I'm late." The little boy's expression was a bit awkward. The sweat on his forehead and his slightly damp clothes proved that he had been running for a long time.

"Obito, how many times has this happened? You're late every day and never learn. Come to my office after school." The teacher glared at the little boy, said a few perfunctory words, and then let him return to his seat.

"Obito-kun, are you okay?" The little girl next to him looked at Obito with a saintly smile. It seemed the girl with paint on her face was Rin.

"Tch, idiot." The white-haired kid next to Rin must be Kakashi?

"Smug Kakashi." Obito retorted, unwilling to be outdone.

"Hmph" "Hmph"

Looking at the two of them, Bing San couldn't help but sigh, "They have such a good relationship!"

Class time was truly difficult to endure, especially for Bing San.

He could only idly scan the students in the classroom. Many of them were recognizable.

For example, Obito, Kakashi, and Rin from earlier. That little girl with red eyes should be Yūhi Kurenai, and the chubby one behind her should be Asuma. And then there's that green-haired pineapple head, who looks silly and should be Might Guy.

But who was this pineapple-headed kid? A child from the Ino-Shika-Cho families?

Bing San listened for a while but couldn't understand anything, so he took out the book he received yesterday to study.

Just then, the pineapple-headed kid next to him spoke, "Hello, I'm Nara Shikaku. You're Shimura Bing San, right? Where did you get this book? Can I borrow it to take a look?"

(The author, feeling bewildered, interjects here: Please don't tell me Shikaku and Minato are in the same generation again. Normally, Shikaku is about five years older than Minato, I know this! But don't you think the timeline is off for certain reasons! Why insist on arguing about age, can't you use your rusty brain to guess why this is happening?)

Bing San was slightly surprised. The timing seemed off. Shouldn't Nara Shikaku be several years older than Namikaze Minato? This child looked at most eleven or twelve.

Bing San glanced at Nara Shikaku and asked, "What is this book about?"

Nara Shikaku rubbed his forehead and said, "I haven't read it either. You've already read it and still don't know what it says?"

"I can't read," Bing San said, a little embarrassed. Bing San was too young; at home, he just slept, ate, or ran around and climbed trees when he was awake.

He had no idea what the Third Hokage and the others were thinking, wanting Bing San to go to school. Maybe Danzo had demanded Bing San attend school, who knew?

Nara Shikaku scratched his head and said, "This is too troublesome. How about this: you give me this book, and I'll teach you to read."

Nara clan members were incredibly lazy; there was no way they would create extra work for themselves. This book must have been very valuable to Nara Shikaku.

Bing San narrowed his eyes and said:

"If you teach me to read, I can look at it with you."

"Then let me see it first, and I'll teach you to read."

"Teach me to read first." "Let me see it first."

The two haggled over this small matter, but it looked a bit strange.

One was already over ten years old, while the other looked like a little sprout.

In the end, Nara Shikaku couldn't win against Bing San and began teaching Bing San to read using the book.

Actually, the first year of ninja school was mainly about learning to read; they didn't learn any particularly powerful techniques. It was just that Class C, Third Period had started half a year late, so they had missed the reading curriculum.

After class, Bing San and Shikaku had gotten acquainted, so he asked Shikaku what story the book in his hand was about. Shikaku said the book wasn't a story at all, but a chess manual