Kid, Don't Go Looking for Trouble!

Konoha was a ninja village jointly founded by the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, and numerous ninja clans. Under the leadership of Lord Hashirama...

A ray of morning sunlight crossed the window and shone onto the desk. This was Uzumaki Kuming's first class at the Ninja Academy. His seat was in the second-to-last row by the window, the legendary sun-drenched spa zone.

The class consisted of a dozen or so students. At this moment, Kuming was resting his chin on his left hand, while his right hand was hidden under the desk, fiddling with a kunai. He stared out the window, lost in thought, feeling utterly bored.

History of Konoha sat upright on his desk, yet Kuming hadn't even bothered to open it.

Kuming had already received the Ninja Academy's curriculum, and to be honest, it was a huge disappointment. Aside from learning so-called history, the largest portion of the first-year curriculum was actually learning how to read and write.

As for ninjutsu, there wasn't even half a lesson on it. Instead, there were three taijutsu classes a week. Although disappointed, Kuming quickly understood the reason for the academy's curriculum design.

It was simple: most of the children in the first year were under seven years old, and many hadn't even mastered the most basic characters, so learning to read was quite necessary. As for learning the history of Konoha, it was likely intended to cultivate a sense of identity among the children, which was understandable.

As for why the academy didn't teach ninjutsu, Kuming quickly figured that out too. After all, in a six-year Ninja Academy, the final graduation exam was merely the most basic Three Body Technique. Given that, Kuming didn't expect the school to teach any impressive ninjutsu.

It was no exaggeration to say that the Ninja Academy was a factory for cannon fodder during wartime. A bunch of brats who only knew the Three Body Technique—what could they do on the battlefield other than serve as cannon fodder?

"No wonder there are so many geniuses who graduate early. It's just the Three Body Technique; I could already do that when I was four."

"Sigh, how pathetic. I actually have to spend another six years with these brats. Six years... I don't even know how I'm going to get through them."

"But at least it's not all bad. I need to accumulate chakra for the Yin Seal, so I won't be completely idle for the next two years."

Uzumaki Kuming's state during class was completely different from the other children. When the others heard the name Hashirama Senju, they all wore expressions of worship, but Kuming's attention wasn't on the lecture at all. His anomaly was quickly noticed by the teacher.

"Thump, thump, thump!" The sound of chalk hitting the blackboard rang out.

"Uzumaki Kuming! Stand up and tell me what I was just talking about!"

The teacher for History of Konoha was a man in his thirties named Katori Shingo, a loyal supporter of the Third Hokage. He was slightly overweight, and his belly jiggled whenever he spoke.

Are teachers in this world just as annoying as the ones in my old world?

If I can't answer, is he going to make me stand against the wall outside?

Thinking this, Kuming slowly stood up from his seat, tucking the kunai into his sleeve.

"Sorry, Teacher Shingo, I don't know."

Uzumaki Kuming hadn't even opened his book, so of course he didn't know where the lesson was. After standing up, he could only tell the truth. Although he was being honest, his attitude made Katori Shingo's face turn from blue to white.

"Uzumaki Kuming! You didn't even open your book? Are you looking down on me?"

"You brat!"

"Now, take your book and go stand against the wall outside the door!"

Following Katori Shingo's roar, Uzumaki Kuming sheepishly picked up History of Konoha and walked out the door.

"Sure enough, teachers are all the same."

"I should have prepared a Shadow Clone to save myself from listening to the lecture..."

Kuming walked out of the classroom, casually spread the book over his head, and pulled out his kunai to fiddle with it behind his back. After a sigh, he closed his eyes and began to focus on refining chakra.

Uzumaki Kuming's Yin Seal had been constructed with the help of Uzumaki Mito, so its structure was very stable and capable of storing a massive amount of chakra. Although Kuming was of the Uzumaki Clan and possessed vast natural chakra, filling this Yin Seal would still take quite some time.

Therefore, Kuming spent most of his time refining chakra, seizing every opportunity to do so even while at school.

"That's all for today's class. Dismissed!"

Time passed, and after Katori Shingo announced the end of class, he walked out of the room. As he passed the door, he took a special look at Kuming and found him with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep. His anger flared up, and he reached out, wanting to flick Kuming on the head.

But just as he reached out, he seemed to remember something, snorted coldly, and walked away. Although Uzumaki Kuming was refining chakra, he heard the dismissal. When he opened his eyes, he just caught the back of Katori Shingo as he left.

"I should pretend to be more diligent next time. Refining chakra while sitting is always more comfortable than standing."

Kuming took the book off his head and turned to walk back into the classroom. However, before he could even reach his seat, a shrill voice rang in his ear.

"So this is the only student who reached the finish line—Uzumaki Kuming?"

"How arrogant. You've already started slacking off on the very first day of school?"

Three boys blocked Kuming's path. The one in the middle, who spoke, had a spiky hairstyle that left Kuming stunned.

I didn't expect you to be under ten years old, kid. You couldn't say something like that without ten years of brain damage.

"Since you know I'm the only one who reached the finish line, you should know that my strength is on a different level than yours. If I were you, I wouldn't provoke someone stronger than myself."

"Move aside. I'll pretend this never happened."

Kuming said indifferently, reaching out to push the boy in front of him aside.

"Damn it, a guy from another village is actually this arrogant!"

"How dare you look down on me!"

The spiky-haired boy suddenly flew into a rage at Kuming's words and threw a punch at Kuming's face. The speed was so fast that even Uzumaki Kuming was taken aback.

You know I'm from another village? Are you from one of the Konoha ninja clans?

Facing the sudden attack, Kuming only had time to tilt his head to dodge. He hadn't wanted to bother with a child, but seeing the opponent strike so viciously, a spark of anger ignited in his heart.

After dodging the punch, he turned and kicked the boy in the stomach. He had used eighty percent of his strength in this kick. If the opponent took this hit, he would immediately lose the ability to fight.

However, to Uzumaki Kuming's surprise, his counterattack was dodged with effortless ease.

"Hmm?" Kuming kicked at empty air, a slight shock rippling through his heart. The next second, the punk-haired boy reached into his robe, pulled out a piece of paper covered in seals, and slapped it straight toward Kuming's chest.

Damn it, these guys aren't regular students!

To attack me inside the Ninja Academy—who could be so bold?

The opponent's strike was far too fast. Although Kuming didn't know what the seal in the other's hand was, he knew for certain that he could not afford to take a direct hit. Because of the Yin Seal, he was currently unable to access his chakra; regardless of what the opponent held, if he were struck, Kuming would have no means of retaliation.

"Who are you people!"

Kuming let out a sharp shout, quickly drawing the kunai he had kept in his sleeve and stabbing it toward the incoming palm.

Kuming only hoped that his sudden roar would quickly draw the attention of the teachers. The other children in the classroom had initially assumed this was just a routine case of school bullying and many were watching for the spectacle, but with Kuming's shout, they realized something was wrong. Soon, several children left the classroom to find a teacher.

Seeing Kuming draw his kunai, the punk-haired boy immediately withdrew his hand. Failing the strike, he leaped backward, then quickly flipped through the window, shattering the glass as he made a swift exit. The sequence of movements was extremely practiced; he was clearly a professionally trained ninja.

Even after the assailant had jumped out the window and fled, Kuming remained in a state of shock, while the children who had blocked his path alongside the punk-haired boy had already vanished the moment Kuming was attacked.

Was this a premeditated attack? The children who were with that person earlier—were they illusions?

I thought I would be able to enjoy a stable school life, but it seems that won't be so easy after all.

Kuming speculated on the identity of the attackers in his heart, then put away his kunai, his expression darkening.

If I can't guess who it is, pinning it on the King of Scapegoats is never a problem.

Has my existence already caught the attention of Danzo?

Uzumaki Kuming walked back to his seat and fell into deep thought. Not long after he returned to his desk, the academy teacher arrived at the classroom and called Kuming outside to understand the situation.

After giving a rough account of the situation to the school teachers, Kuming returned to the classroom to continue his lessons, while the academy teacher quickly headed toward the Hokage Building to report the incident to the Third Hokage.