Ninjas Also Get Bullied

Second Day Morning, Shin-chan, for the first time ever, got up on his own without Miya's urging.

"Mother, is breakfast ready?"

Miya glanced back at him from the kitchen, somewhat surprised. "Did the sun rise in the west today? You're up so early?"

"Going to school," Shin-chan said righteously.

Miya's lips twitched.

This child, who usually wouldn't get up even with repeated calls, today not only got up by himself but was also rushing breakfast.

What she didn't know was.

Shin-chan's mind was focused on only one thing: get to school early, see Kakashi early, and tell him about what happened last night early.

Shin-chan hastily finished his breakfast, grabbed his schoolbag, and ran outside.

"I'm going out."

"Be careful on the way, and don't forget to invite Kakashi."

"Got it."

His voice drifted back from afar; the person was already out of sight.

When Shin-chan arrived at school, there were still very few people in the classroom.

Kakashi's seat was empty.

Shin-chan walked over, sat down in Kakashi's seat, and waited, resting his chin on his hand.

After waiting for a while, he stood up again and walked to the doorway to look outside.

After looking for a while, he returned to his seat and sat down.

After repeating this a few times, a Silver Head finally appeared at the doorway.

"Kakashi!"

Shin-chan rushed over, almost colliding with him.

Kakashi took a step back and looked at him, asking, "What is it?"

Shin-chan directly extended an invitation. "Come to my home for dinner after school today."

Kakashi froze for a moment. Looking at Shin-chan's sparkling eyes, several scenes from last night suddenly flashed through his mind.

One was the receding figures of the three people walking away, gathered together by the dim lamplight.

One was himself, sitting in a dark room, looking at the moon outside the window.

Kakashi fell silent for a moment.

"Is that okay?"

"Of course," Shin-chan nodded. "My mom said she'd make a lot of delicious food: shrimp tempura, braised pork, miso soup, and hamburger steak."

Kakashi listened to the string of dishes, his lips twitching, unsure if he wanted to laugh or something else.

This guy in front of him was inviting him to his home, to that lively home filled with many people.

Kakashi fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay."

Shin-chan's face immediately broke into a smile. "Great! Then we'll go back together after school."

Kakashi looked at him and suddenly felt that the sunlight today seemed a little warmer than yesterday.

The morning classes passed uneventfully.

Teacher Ibuki was explaining the use of ninja tools from the lectern. Below, a group of children were listening attentively, some dozing off, and some secretly passing notes.

Shin-chan was resting his face on the desk, staring out the window.

Sunlight streamed in, warm and inviting sleep.

When class finally ended, Shin-chan stood up from his seat, stretched, and ambled out of the classroom.

There were few people in the corridor. Sunlight slanted in through the windows, casting patches of light on the floor.

Shin-chan stepped on the light patches, walking forward step by step. As he came out of the toilet, he suddenly heard some voices from the corner ahead.

"Hey, do you think you're pretty good?"

"..."

"Not talking? We all saw that match yesterday. You lost to a commoner and you still have the nerve to come to school?"

Shin-chan stopped.

"You've completely disgraced the Hyuga Clan."

"Yeah, you can't even beat some wild kid who appeared out of nowhere."

"If it weren't for you, the Hyuga Clan wouldn't be laughed at."

Shin-chan slowly walked to the corner and peeked.

Several older students were surrounding a short figure.

The child was leaning against the wall, head down, fists clenched, silent.

It was Hyuga Shota.

The leader looked a bit taller than the others, his eyes were also white, and he was shoving Hyuga Shota.

"Speak, are you mute?"

Shota was pushed back a step, his back hitting the wall with a dull thud.

"I..."

"What about you?" The boy leaned closer to him, "You lost to a Commoner, what do you have to say for yourself? You've disgraced the Hyuga Clan."

The boys next to him chimed in.

"Exactly."

"Is this all the Hyuga Clan is capable of?"

"I think you shouldn't tell people you're from the Hyuga Clan anymore."

Shota kept his head down, his shoulders trembling slightly, but he didn't cry. He just bit his lip, staring intently at the ground.

The boy pushed him again: "What? Not convinced?"

Shota took a step back, still silent.

"What are you guys playing?"

The older students turned their heads and saw a First Year Little Potato Head walking towards them with a curious expression.

The leader frowned: "Who are you?"

Shin-chan walked up to them, looked up at them, then at the surrounded Shota, and said, "I want to play a game too."

"Game?"

"It's a game where one person stands inside, and the others surround him and talk," Shin-chan said seriously.

The leader paused, then sneered: "Kid, are you trying to stand up for him?"

"What does 'stand up for' mean? Does it mean sticking your head out?" Shin-chan touched his head, "My head is right here."

The boys next to him exchanged glances, and someone couldn't help but chuckle.

The boy leading them lost face and took a step forward. "Kid, do you think I don't dare to hit you?"

Shin-chan looked at him without speaking.

The boy raised his hand and chopped a palm towards Shin-chan's shoulder.

Shin-chan shifted to the side, dodging it perfectly.

The boy froze for a moment, then swung another palm, this time towards Shin-chan's face.

Shin-chan shifted to the side again, still dodging it perfectly.

The boy's face turned red. He lunged forward and struck several palms in succession.

Shin-chan dodged left and right. Each time, he only moved a tiny bit, but the palms still couldn't touch him.

The other boys beside them stared in disbelief.

"Don't run!"

Shin-chan dodged a palm and said seriously, "I'm not running. I'm just standing here."

"Then why can't I hit you?"

"Because you're too slow," Shin-chan said.

The boy's face instantly flushed red.

"I'm slow?" he gritted his teeth, struck a common Starting Stance of the Hyuga Clan, changed his footwork, and lunged forward.

Eight Trigrams Palm.

Shin-chan tilted his head and dodged.

Another palm.

Shin-chan crouched down and dodged again.

A horizontal sweep came next.

Shin-chan leaned back, the palm wind grazing his nose.

The boy couldn't stop his momentum and stumbled forward a step. He steadied himself and looked back at Shin-chan.

Shin-chan had already straightened up and was standing there, looking at him.

The boy stopped, sweat beading on his forehead. He looked up at Shin-chan.

Shin-chan also looked at him, his eyes bright, without fear or smugness, as if waiting for the next level of a game to begin.

The boy suddenly realized something.

This kid hadn't fought back at all, from start to finish.

He had only dodged.

But he still couldn't hit him, not even the corner of his clothes.