Uninteresting Campus Life

A major event occurred at Konoha today: a brawl broke out among students during the entrance exam. Hyuga Fuyuki had floored nearly sixty classmates, while Uzumaki Naruto, clutching his abdomen, expressed his strong condemnation. Uchiha Sasuke, sporting a large bump on his head, declared that a mere Hyuga Fuyuki was someone he didn't care for in the slightest.

Inuzuka Kiba, looking disdainful, clutched his backside to hide the footprint on his pants from others and began to spout nonsense.

Fuyuki walked away looking refreshed, holding Hinata's hand. Following closely behind them were Naruto and Sasuke; one was clutching the top of his head, the other was hunched over holding his stomach. They looked particularly comical, leaving the crowd of parents waiting outside for the results stunned, unsure of what had transpired inside.

"Sasuke, you..."

Uchiha Fugaku frowned, looking at the large, red bump on his second son's head, feeling a bit bewildered.

Wasn't it just an exam? Why was he disheveled, covered in dust, and looking as if his head had been hammered by someone?

"I stepped into a trap during the exam and got hit by falling rocks," a red-faced Sasuke managed to squeeze out after a long pause.

"And your results?"

"Third place."

"What about first and second?"

"Hyuga Fuyuki and Hyuga Hinata."

Uchiha Fugaku was silent for a moment before saying, "Stay put if you have nothing to do. I'm going to give you some intensive tutoring!"

"What are your results?" Hiashi asked.

Fuyuki beat Hinata to the punch, saying, "We entered the Elite Class as the school's first and second place, with Uchiha Sasuke in third."

He had to be the one to say it. If he let the introverted and honest Hinata do it, she would surely report the exact scores and times, and by then, their old man would likely be wearing a dark face again, glaring at Hinata.

His face would probably read: "Born from the same mother, you were even born before your brother, so why are you *&×..."

As Fuyuki changed the subject, a hint of a proud smile appeared on Hiashi's face as he praised, "As expected of my children, Father is proud of you."

"Give us money!" Fuyuki reached out his hand.

Hiashi: "?"

"I want to eat Three-color Dango, but I didn't bring enough cash," Fuyuki said, patting his wallet with righteous confidence.

"Very well. However, I have matters to attend to and must return to the clan grounds first. I will have Himon accompany you." Hiashi pulled a stack of bills from his wallet and, without counting, handed them all to Fuyuki: "Come back early after eating, and don't wander off."

Money was meaningless to Hiashi. The amount of wealth the Hyuga Clan had stored in the banks was so vast that one couldn't be bothered to count the zeros. He had always been generous with the twins' expenses; as long as the reason was legitimate and reasonable, he usually gave it directly.

Fuyuki counted the money and looked at Himon, the Hyuga Clan Jonin who had appeared beside him via Body Flicker, saying, "There's none for you. If you want to eat, pay for yourself, you profiteering merchant!"

"..."

Himon was left speechless. He didn't even know how to tell Fuyuki that his goods were fine, and it was Fuyuki who lacked business acumen and sold them at a loss. It was only a few tens of thousands of ryo—was it really necessary to hold a grudge for over half a year?

You probably even wrote this grudge down in a diary and read it every day!

"Boss, give us fifty skewers of Three-color Dango and three bowls of Red Bean Soup!"

Fuyuki placed the order, and the boss, seeing who it was, started preparing the ingredients without a word.

They were old acquaintances; the boss naturally knew that when Fuyuki bought Three-color Dango, he started at thirty or fifty skewers.

Inside the private room, Hinata ate heartily, while Fuyuki was satisfied after four skewers and a bowl of Red Bean Soup.

The rest went into Hinata's stomach. Fuyuki had actually always had a doubt: where did all the nutrition from the massive amount of food Hinata ate daily go? If she were twelve or thirteen, the nutrition might go to the right places, but right now, Hinata was just a little girl—there was nowhere for it to go.

But the fact remained that she could eat a ninja clan into poverty. It was fortunate she was born into the wealthy Hyuga Clan.

It wasn't scientific, nor was it ninjutsu.

In the days that followed, Fuyuki stayed at the Ninja Academy. To root out male students who liked to bully girls, Fuyuki specifically wore Hinata's unisex clothes and occasionally told Hinata to skip school so he could attend class in her place.

The result was that Fuyuki became invincible throughout the Ninja Academy!

Even calling in Genin was useless; they would only get beaten even worse.

When dealing with children, Fuyuki disdained using Chakra, but if a ninja came to the academy to bully students, Fuyuki didn't care what their intentions were—he would use Summoning Sacrifice to send the invading ninja straight to the hospital.

Calling in a Chunin? Huh? You think the Hyuga Clan has no one? Ever seen a Jonin bodyguard? Ever seen an Ultra-Big Ball Rasengan?

As the days passed, Fuyuki, who had grown accustomed to campus life, discovered something interesting.

That was, the Uchiha social butterfly, the Second Pillar, usually an arrogant ice-cold prince, was blushing today, with the word "happiness" written all over his face. He kept looking out the window, seemingly anticipating the end of the school day.

The shy Sasuke made all the class fangirls swoon!

Ino and Sakura, those two old lechers, even stood on their desks and whistled at Sasuke to flirt.

Fuyuki looked on with great interest. He probably knew why Sasuke kept looking out the window, and it was precisely because he knew the reason that he found it amusing. There was something Fuyuki had wanted to do for a long time, but he had never had the chance.

Looking at Sasuke's happy expression, Uchiha Itachi should be coming to pick Sasuke up from school today, right?

Fuyuki rested one hand on the desk and propped his cheek up with the other, a gentle smile on his face, giving off a warm, boyish vibe.

As a result, quite a few girls were stealing glances at Fuyuki, and because of his looks, many boys were looking too.

It couldn't be helped; as identical twins, their blood relationship was the closest, and their appearances were naturally very similar. Before the emergence of gender-specific traits, the two were truly very difficult to distinguish.

Well, in other words, those bratty kids stealing glances at Fuyuki were actually looking at the wrong person. They wanted to sneak a peek at Hyuga Hinata, not knowing that Hinata was at home today.

Only Fuyuki showed up for class, leaving them to stare at him for the entire duration; one could only hope they wouldn't break down in tears once they learned the truth.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the study period. Sasuke couldn't be bothered to bicker with Naruto today; he slung his bag over his shoulder and bolted out of the classroom, racing toward the school gate.

Fuyuki vaulted directly out the window, reaching the school gate even faster than Sasuke.

"Onii-chan~"

Sasuke called out sweetly, launching himself into the arms of a youth with prominent nasolabial folds.

Uchiha Itachi offered a rare smile and asked, "How was school today, Sasuke?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, preparing to poke Sasuke's forehead. Sasuke looked equally excited, ready for their daily ritual.

The forehead poke was the brothers' unique way of communicating, a gesture that seemed to allow them to understand each other's feelings.

But a teasing voice rang out from the side, freezing the brothers mid-interaction.

"Hell Stab: Two-Finger Nukite!"

Uchiha Itachi's movements stiffened. As a veteran of the ninja wars, he vaguely remembered this technique as the ultimate killing move of the Third Raikage of Kumogakure. Consequently, he didn't know whether he should actually poke Sasuke's forehead or not.

Poke him? That seemed a bit ominous.

Don't poke him? Sasuke didn't seem happy about that.

Sensing the delay and seeing his brother's frozen smile and hand hovering in confusion, Sasuke immediately guessed what had happened. He glared indignantly at Fuyuki, who was strutting away with an arrogant gait: "You bastard! Damn you, Hyuga Fuyuki, just you wait until tomorrow's taijutsu class!!!"

"Pfft."

Itachi poked Sasuke's forehead, then, amused by the scene, gave him a Head-pat Kill: "Taijutsu class, huh? Then you'd better train hard today, or you're going to lose."

"Huh? Onii-chan, do you have time to train with me?" Sasuke's face lit up with surprise.