His name was Mirai. In this generation, his name was Mirai, and he was a shinobi of Konoha—or, more accurately, a student at the Ninja Academy!
Having spent six years in this world, Mirai had grown accustomed to it. His family in this life was quite well-off. They ranked among the top five families in all of Konoha, and he himself was the heir to the family—a true second-generation elite. His father loved him dearly and practically wanted to give him everything. Of course, it would have been even better if his father were not the leader of the Mirai clan!
Yes, Mirai's father belonged to Konoha's notoriously vicious Mirai clan. Anyone who had watched the Hokage found that character deeply irritating. Mirai had hated him too when he first watched Hokage. He was nothing but a troublemaker among troublemakers. Only when Mirai's father was curled up in bed did he become clingy.
Mirai's mother had died in childbirth. He had been raised single-handedly by the Mirai clan, and this sort of image was truly difficult for Mirai to praise. Could anyone imagine a supervillain from the Mirai clan holding a child in one arm while feeding him with a bottle in the other? Just thinking about it was depressing!
As the teacher at the front of the classroom enthusiastically explained shinobi knowledge, Mirai and the others kept busy with their own little activities. For children from major clans, attending school was merely a task. They possessed advantages ordinary students could scarcely imagine. The foundations they had built since childhood were beyond the reach of average people!
It was difficult for these commoners to succeed.
Of course, not all commoners were like this; there were exceptions. For instance, his father's close friend and Sarutobi Hiruzen's third-generation disciple, Jiraiya, came from