At that time, Mirai was probably not even eleven years old.
Kakashi added, his eyes carrying a fervent hint of respect.
In terms of talent and character, only Mirai—a ninja who had created countless miracles in his early years—could earn his respect.
Ever since he was a child, he had been influenced by others. He often heard Hatake Sakumo praise Mirai.
The students immediately erupted after learning about Mirai, their faces filled with admiration.
Children worshipped heroes. Without a doubt, they now saw Mirai as their hero.
Because this hero seemed much closer to their own age than they had expected, they found it easier to feel close to him.
"Elder Mirai, you're amazing!" some of the students shouted.
Mirai smiled. "It's nothing special. As a Konoha ninja, I merely did what I had to do. You are this village's future. As long as you work hard, you will achieve things of your own as well!"
He spoke his true thoughts. Upon hearing this, the children all nodded heavily, their eyes brimming with hope.
Mirai quickly smiled and said, "Then today, I'll teach you the most basic taijutsu and ninja tool practice..."
As his voice fell, Mirai suddenly vanished before the many students and teachers.
"First, shuriken throwing."
His body appeared in the center of the training ground, directly in front of the wooden stakes the Academy students used to practice throwing ninja tools.
The training ground before him had undergone slight changes. With a casual glance, he could see several wooden stakes around him.
Only after his voice gradually faded did the crowd follow the direction of Mirai's voice and spot the figure that had vanished from before their eyes.
There was no longer any shock in their eyes. Even Kakashi's usually lazy black eyes were now glimmering with