Peach and I

The number of people in the classroom dwindled one by one, until eventually, only two squads remained.

Sasuke and Naruto were both staring at Fuyuki. Having reached the age of twelve, Fuyuki had become increasingly delicate and handsome. Of course, these two straight-as-an-arrow boys weren't thinking of anything else; they simply wanted to have a real spar with Fuyuki!

However, Fuyuki couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind; these two guys were incredibly, incredibly annoying.

Moryo was no longer enough to satisfy these two beasts; they had now locked their targets onto Fuyuki, wanting to beat him to a pulp.

Unfortunately, Fuyuki rejected all challenges, unless they directly named the Hyuga clan and wanted to challenge the Hyuga brand itself.

In fact, Sasuke really couldn't stand Fuyuki. This guy had absolutely no self-awareness as a ninja, spending his time eating, drinking, and having fun instead of training. If it weren't for Moryo letting it slip that Fuyuki was actually very strong, he wouldn't even bother looking for trouble with him.

Naruto wanted to find trouble with Fuyuki for no particular reason other than simply wanting to defeat him.

He would never forget how ruthless Fuyuki had been when they were younger, and he wanted to give Fuyuki a good thrashing to feel satisfied!

"Hyuga Fuyuki, Hyuga Natsumi, Hyuga Himon, you three come out with me!"

"Huh? Why are you our teacher? Are you sure you're qualified to instruct us?"

Fuyuki looked at the doorway with a look of astonishment. He had been wondering who his instructor would be, fearing it might be some elder from the Hyuga clan who had rushed to get a Jonin license just to shamelessly become his mentor.

He never expected the person to be an acquaintance: her name was Mitarashi Koshu!

"I didn't expect it either, that a Special Jonin like me could actually become a squad leader," Anko muttered.

Jonin and Chunin might seem only one rank apart, but there were many nuances involved.

Jonin were the official pillars of Konoha; they could pass on their life's work and fully entrust their legacy to their disciples.

But Chunin couldn't; they were only half-baked themselves, so how could they possibly be qualified to teach students? They would only lead them astray!

"Well then, you three, I'll be heading off first. You guys get along well, okay~"

Fuyuki waved with a beaming smile, saying goodbye to the three people he usually hung out with the most.

There was no need to say goodbye to Sasuke and Naruto; they came to the Hot Spring Hotel to clock in for work, delivering both money and Chakra-zilla.

His relationship with Sakura was also quite good; they were essentially "plastic" best friends.

It wasn't a surprise that Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura were in a group. Sakura was the only ninja in the entire school who had learned medical ninjutsu. Fuyuki knew with his eyes closed that putting her with Sasuke and Naruto was the idea of that old pervert, the Third Hokage.

That guy loved arranging combinations of two girls and one handsome guy, or one beauty and two men, to fill the three-person squad with hormonal conflict, stimulating and hurting each other to grow stronger.

"Is your family too ridiculous? How do they look anything like twelve-year-olds?"

Anko took the family of three away from the Ninja Academy, sat down at a random dessert shop, and looked at Natsumi, who had the figure of a mature woman, and Himon, who looked like a middle-aged man. "What part of them looks like they're twelve? Didn't I hear that you, Natsumi, have the strength of a Jonin?"

Anko and Fuyuki had known each other for many years. Both were lovers of sweets and often bought Three-color Dango to eat.

Once, Fuyuki had bought out the entire shop, purchasing all the Three-color Dango and red bean soup, leaving Anko, who arrived late, to stare blankly from the sidelines while watching Hinata eat one skewer per second.

Through such interactions, they got to know each other. Moreover, Fuyuki was very famous in the Land of Fire.

The Hot Spring Resort he opened not only possessed various miraculous healing effects but also had perfectly equipped facilities, making it the top choice for vacationing nobles. Combined with Fuyuki's status as the heir to the Hyuga Main Branch, he had almost achieved the fame of "who in the world does not know him."

Natsumi said calmly, "But I am a Genin!"

Himon also looked helpless. "I was removed from the ninja registry. I just graduated from the Ninja Academy. Don't look at my old face; I am indeed a Genin right now."

Natsumi had never even been to the Ninja Academy. Although the Hyuga clan had guaranteed her a spot in the Chunin exams, Natsumi had to take care of Fuyuki!

Himon had originally been a Jonin, but he had resigned. He didn't intend to stay in the system; he planned to return to the clan to inherit millions in assets and have the clan head assign him a wife, preparing to cultivate the next generation of the Hyuga clan.

As a result, the elders came to him and told him to become a Genin.

Hyuga Himon not only had high Byakugan purity but also possessed extremely strong sensory abilities and rich combat experience. The elders all agreed that Himon was excellent and very suitable for Fuyuki.

Therefore, this resulted in Anko's three-person squad having two students with veteran credentials.

She might even have to call Natsumi and Himon "senpai."

Anko was only a Special Jonin, while Natsumi and Himon could obtain Jonin licenses at any time.

Fuyuki took a few sips of his extra-sweet, extra-iced milk tea and asked casually, "Aren't we supposed to have some kind of survival exercise? When is it happening? I'm already impatient to leave the village and have some fun."

"Are you kidding me?"

Anko looked at Fuyuki, her hand moving as fast as lightning to pinch his cheeks, and she ranted wildly, "Your family sent two Jonin to act as your bodyguards, and who knows how many other bodyguards you've hired in the shadows? With this configuration, you could pass an A-rank mission while lying down. What survival exercise are we playing? You might as well just play with me!"

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

Fuyuki swatted away Anko's meddling hand and said, "Teacher, you actually chose the wrong name. You shouldn't be called Anko (Red Bean); you should be called Peach."

Anko was stunned, then let out a soft laugh, deliberately striking a very seductive pose. "Kid, you've finally grown up, huh? Do you finally know the charm of your big sister?"

Fuyuki said calmly, "I was criticizing your 'clumsy' habit. You haven't changed even after all these years!"

A peach is covered in fuzz, making it very suitable for describing a "clumsy" (handsy) female pervert.

Anko's movements stiffened, and she almost fell onto the table. Natsumi covered her mouth and coughed; she had choked on her milk tea. Himon, meanwhile, looked regretful—Anko was still quite explosive.

Anko wanted to tease Fuyuki, but she was thinking too much. In a single year, Fuyuki had swatted away at least eight hundred female perverts; there was nothing flashy he hadn't seen before.

"Are we executing a mission tomorrow or doing something else?" Fuyuki began to ask Anko about her plans for tomorrow.

Anko said with a look of regret, "First, do ten D-rank missions to practice, and then you can take on C-rank missions."

Generally, Genin squads needed time to build chemistry, so by convention, they would take on ten D-rank missions to practice. Once the instructor felt they were ready, they would take on C-rank missions to take the rookies out for some real action and become "true" ninjas.

D-rank missions are trivial daily tasks issued by villagers or the village; they aren't difficult, but they are troublesome and require the ninja team to work together.

The commission is split into three parts: the teacher takes forty percent, and the remaining sixty percent is divided among the three students.

The instructor has the responsibility to teach and protect the students, so taking forty percent is not considered unscrupulous.

"Why wait for tomorrow? Let's go pick up ten D-rank missions right now so we can go out and have fun tomorrow!" Fuyuki said with a look of disdain.

"Right now? It's already mid—"

Before Anko could finish her sentence, Fuyuki grabbed her and headed straight for the Hokage Building.

Entering the Hokage Building, Fuyuki pushed open the door to the mission hall like an old hand and walked up to the Third Hokage's shadow clone, saying, "Old man Third, we want to take ten D-rank missions."

"Fuyuki, it's better if you take them one by one; otherwise, even with shadow clones, you won't be able to finish them." The Third Hokage looked serious.

"Don't worry, we'll finish them!"

Fuyuki ignored the Third Hokage's blathering; he was just a Hokage, what did he know about the power of money!

After receiving the ten D-rank missions, Fuyuki turned and walked over to the mission clerk, saying, "Help me post ten D-rank missions. Fifty thousand ryo per mission, deadline is today."

The Third Hokage: "..."

Anko: "..."

D-rank missions usually only pay ten or twenty thousand ryo, but you're doubling the price to outsource them—no wonder you'll finish them.

You weren't planning on doing them yourself at all!

Rich kids are just rich kids; their way of thinking is uniquely bizarre and completely different from us ninjas.

Third update, requesting votes.