I and Teacher Peach

The number of students in the class dwindled one by one, until only two classes remained.

Sasuke and Naruto were both staring at Fuyuki. Now that he was twelve, Fuyuki had grown even more lovely. Of course, these two muscle-headed guys weren't thinking anything weird; they just wanted to have a real fight with him!

Fuyuki couldn't be bothered to pay them any attention. Those two were incredibly annoying.

Moryo was no longer enough to satisfy the two beasts. Now they'd set their sights on Fuyuki and wanted to pound him into the ground.

Unfortunately, Fuyuki refused all challenges—unless they specifically named the Hyuga Clan and wanted to take on the clan's reputation.

In fact, Sasuke couldn't stand Fuyuki. The guy had absolutely no sense of what it meant to be a ninja. He ate, drank, and had fun instead of training. If Moryo hadn't let slip that Fuyuki was extremely strong, Sasuke wouldn't have bothered picking on him.

Naruto wanted to pick a fight with Fuyuki for no particular reason. He simply wanted to beat him.

He would never forget how hard Fuyuki had hit him back then. He wanted to get back at him and give him a good thrashing!

"Hyuga Fuyuki, Hyuga Natsumi, Hyuga Himon, the three of you, come outside with me!"

"Huh? You're my teacher? Are you sure you can teach us?"

Fuyuki looked toward the door in surprise. He'd been wondering who would be assigned as his instructor. Would an elder of the Hyuga Clan hurriedly go get a Jonin license, then shamelessly volunteer to teach him?

But he hadn't expected an old acquaintance to show up. Her name was Mitarashi Koshu!

"I never expected that a Special Jonin like me could be a team instructor," Koshu grumbled.

Jonin and Chunin might seem just one rank apart, but there was a lot more to it than that.

Jonin were the backbone of Konoha's official forces. They could pass on everything they'd learned in their lives and entrust their full legacy to their students.

But Chunin couldn't do that. They were only half-competent themselves. How could they possibly be qualified to teach students? They'd only lead them astray!

"Well, you three, I'll be off now. Get along with each other, okay~"

Fuyuki waved goodbye with a big smile to the three people he usually spent the most time with.

Sasuke and Naruto needed no explanation. They both came to work at the Hot Spring Hotel, bringing money and Chakra-zilla.

He also got along very well with Sakura. They were something like fake best friends, with him as her confidant.

It was no surprise that Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura had ended up on the same team. Sakura was the only person in the whole school who'd learned Medical Ninjutsu. Putting her together with Sasuke and Naruto—Fuyuki could tell just by thinking about it that it had been the Third's idea. That old lecher loved pairing two girls with a handsome guy, or one beautiful girl with two boys, so the team would be full of hormones and they'd spur each other on, hurt each other, and grow stronger.

"Your family is ridiculous! How do those two look anything like they're twelve?" Koshu took the family of three away from the Ninja Academy and sat down at a nearby dessert shop. Looking at Natsumi's mature figure and Himon's middle-aged-man look, she asked, "What about either of them looks twelve? I heard Natsumi had Jonin-level strength!"

Natsumi replied calmly, "But I'm a Genin!"

Himon looked just as helpless. "I was stripped of my ninja status. I've only just graduated from the Ninja Academy, so despite how old I look, I really am a Genin now."

Natsumi had never even attended the Ninja Academy. Although the Hyuga Clan had secured her a place in the Chunin Ninja Exams, she'd had to look after Fuyuki!

Himon had originally been a Jonin, but he'd quit. He had no intention of working in the system. He planned to go home, inherit the family's tens of millions, ask the Clan Head to arrange a wife for him, and start raising the next generation of the Hyuga Clan.

Then the elders came to him and told him to become a Genin.

Hyuga Himon had exceptionally pure Byakugan and a powerful sensory ability, as well as extensive combat experience. The elders all agreed that Himon was great and would be a good fit for Fuyuki.

As a result, two of the three members of Koshu's team had more experience than most.

She might even have to call Natsumi and Himon her seniors.

Koshu was only a Special Jonin, while Natsumi and Himon could get Jonin licenses whenever they wanted.

Fuyuki took a couple of sips of his extra-sweet, extra-icy milk tea and casually asked, "Aren't we supposed to do some kind of survival exercise? When are we doing it? I can hardly wait to leave the village and go have fun."

"Are you messing with me?"

Koshu looked at Fuyuki and, with lightning speed, grabbed his cheek and gave it a furious pinch. "Your family sent two Jonin to guard you. Who knows how many bodyguards you've hired to lurk in the shadows? With that kind of setup, you could pass an A-rank mission lying down. What kind of survival exercise are we supposed to do? Why don't you just mess with me instead!"

"If you want to hit the teacher, just say so. No need to beat around the bush!"

Fuyuki slapped Koshu's misbehaving hand away and said, "Teacher, you picked the wrong name. You shouldn't be called Koshu. You should be called Peach."

Koshu froze, then chuckled and deliberately struck a seductive pose. "Well, look at you. You've finally grown up and realized how charming I am, huh?"

Fuyuki replied calmly, "I was complaining about your grabby hands. You still haven't changed that habit after all these years!"

Peaches were covered in fuzz, making them a perfect way to describe a grabby female pervert.

Koshu stiffened and nearly toppled onto the table. Natsumi covered her mouth and coughed—she'd choked on her milk tea. Himon, meanwhile, looked disappointed. Koshu really did have an impressive figure.

Koshu could only dream of teasing Fuyuki. He'd slapped away nearly a thousand female weirdos over the past year alone. He'd seen every trick in the book.

"So what are we doing tomorrow? Going on a mission, or something else?" Fuyuki started asking Koshu what she had planned for the next day.

Koshu looked dejected. "First, we'll do ten D-rank missions to get some practice. Then we can take on C-rank missions."

Genin teams generally needed time to get used to working together, so the usual practice was to take ten D-rank missions. Once the instructor felt they were ready, they'd take on C-rank missions and bring the rookies out to get a taste of real work and become actual ninjas.

D-rank missions were everyday chores issued by villagers or the village. They weren't difficult, but they were troublesome and required the whole team to work together.

The fee was divided into three portions: the instructor took forty percent, and the three students split the remaining sixty.

Instructors were responsible for teaching and protecting their students, so taking forty percent wasn't unreasonable.

"Why wait until tomorrow? Let's go take ten D-rank missions now, then leave the village tomorrow and have fun!" Fuyuki wore an utterly dismissive expression.

"Now? It's already—"

Before Koshu could finish, Fuyuki dragged her straight toward the Hokage Office Building.

Once inside, Fuyuki pushed open the door to the mission hall as if he owned the place and walked up to the Third's Shadow Clone. "Gramps, we'd like to take ten D-rank missions."

"Fuyuki, you'd be better off taking them one at a time. Even with Shadow Clones, you won't be able to finish them all," the Third said sternly.

"Don't worry. We can finish them!"

Fuyuki ignored the Third's blathering. He was just a Hokage. What did he know about the power of money?

After collecting ten D-rank missions, Fuyuki turned to the mission clerk and said, "Post ten D-rank missions for me. Fifty thousand ryo per mission, and they have to be finished today."

The Third: ""

Koshu: ""

D-rank missions usually paid only ten or twenty thousand ryo, but you've doubled the rate and outsourced them. No wonder you can finish them.

You weren't planning to do them yourself at all!

Rich kids really were rich kids. Their thought processes were so bizarre, completely different from those of us ninjas.