"Haha, Sasuke, why do you look so awful? Are you still not over your illness? That won't do. We're going to become ninjas—how can a body like that possibly suffice?"
Naruto Uzumaki laughed heartily, continuously patting Sasuke on the shoulder, looking thoroughly delighted.
Sasuke, meanwhile, looked like a poor commoner oppressed by a cruel landlord, or like a wronged young wife. He was furious but dared not speak out.
Not only that, he had to keep a smile on his face, lest Naruto beat him up again over some minor disagreement. After all, this guy was a monster even his brother couldn't defeat, and he was also the Hokage's son. Beating someone up at school was absolutely no pressure for him.
The current Sasuke was not yet the extreme, angsty teenager from the original story after his clan's massacre. His family was whole, and he himself was a genius of the Uchiha Clan. Aside from a little of the Uchiha Clan's pride, he had the personality any boy his age should have.
Even in the original story, until he faced Uchiha Itachi again, Sasuke had still been an angsty teenager who could be saved.
And so, Naruto's joyful life at the Ninja Academy began. This was the life he had dreamed of in his previous life: the child of a hero, the perfect Jinchuriki, strength unmatched beneath heaven. With conditions like these, he would be letting them down if he didn't go full throttle.
Just like that, three months flew by. Sasuke and Naruto's relationship remained in the same pattern, except Sasuke was no longer quite so afraid of Naruto.
Because Naruto had not hit him again during those three months.
It was the weekend, and the sun shone brightly. The world of the Hokage also followed a weekly