Naruto

Just who was the person crouching in front of him?

Sasuke knew better than anyone.

It's actually Naruto?

Sasuke thought to himself, his shock outweighing everything else.

He never expected that his first meeting with the main protagonist of Hokage would happen in such a way.

However, that was all in the past.

Now that he had transmigrated into Sasuke's body, the protagonist would naturally be him, Sasuke!

I said it, and even the Sage of Six Paths can't save him!

Thinking of this, Sasuke remained expressionless, his voice calm and ripple-free as he spoke:

"What did you say?"

These flat words and cold expression were seen as nothing but naked provocation in the eyes of the currently irrational Naruto!

His goddess, Sakura, was watching from the side!

Why was he charging forward for love like an idiot?

It certainly wasn't to help the Sasuke in front of him show off!

Seeing this, Naruto bared his teeth, glared, and spoke again:

"I said, you hateful guy, apologize to Sakura right now, or else I, Naruto, won't let you off!..."

"What?..."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, finding the Naruto before him simply inexplicable.

There was nothing wrong with liking Sakura, but this kind of chuunibyou, sycophantic behavior—

Never mind Sakura, any girl would stay as far away from him as possible.

"Damn it! Don't play dumb with me! Let me tell you, I, Naruto, am the man who will become Hokage! I'm not so easily fooled!..."

Hearing this, Sasuke shook his head, speechless.

This guy is truly interesting, he thought.

Since talking didn't work, was he resorting to using his background to intimidate people?

Thinking this, Sasuke rubbed his nose, forcibly holding back his laughter.

But just as he was about to continue sparring with this chuunibyou Naruto, Sakura, who seemed to have just snapped out of the scene, shouted from not far away:

"Naruto! What on earth are you doing?"

"Get back here right now!"

"How embarrassing..."

Her voice grew quieter as she spoke, and by the end, a row of black lines hung over her forehead.

Her fists were clenched, her body stiff, and her head bowed as low as it could go.

If there had been a crack in the floor, she would have wanted to drag Naruto into it immediately.

Hearing his goddess's words, Naruto was slightly stunned, then muttered in confusion:

"Sakura... why? I was doing this for you, but..."

He froze on the desk, half-crouched, his face full of bewilderment.

He didn't understand why Sakura would suddenly lose her temper at him.

He was clearly standing up for her, but...

Sasuke said nothing.

He really didn't want to get involved in such a melodramatic mess.

A sycophant, a sycophant, licking until the end, ending up with nothing—that saying really isn't groundless...

Naruto, forced melons might quench your thirst, but they really aren't sweet. Why must you do this?...

The scene was incredibly melodramatic.

After Sakura's two outbursts, the classmates in the room finally understood what was going on with the three of them.

But no one spoke.

It was as if the scene had frozen instantly; suddenly, you could hear a pin drop.

Shikamaru had been feeling a bit depressed these days.

As the most outstanding genius of the Nara Clan today, he was not happy.

His old man, Nara Shikaku, was simply holding the reins too tight.

It was truly a case of love being too intense and worry being too diligent!

So much so that, amidst the 996 grind day after day, he gradually lost interest in everything.

Not just his female classmates, but all sorts of gossip as well.

Of course, with the exception of sleeping...

On this day, he got up exceptionally early and told his old man a white lie.

Then, he dashed excitedly into this classroom at the Ninja Academy.

Was he fond of school?

No! It was because this way he could avoid the Nara Clan's morning reading sessions and come here to catch up on some sleep...

Although it was neither painful nor itchy, it had kept Shikamaru excited for over two whole days...

But the heavens were blind; soon, the quiet classroom grew noisy as more people arrived.

This should have been a nightmare for Shikamaru.

Yet, his ability to adapt was extremely strong.

In less than ten minutes, he had overcome this difficulty.

He turned the chaotic racket into a lullaby specially crafted by the Nara Clan...

He didn't know how long he had been asleep.

At a certain moment, Shikamaru's legs kicked out under the desk, and his whole body shuddered.

Immediately, he jolted awake!

So quiet?

Could it be that Iruka has already arrived?

Or have I slept until the graduation exam is over and the Ninja Academy has closed its doors?...

He sat up with the suddenness of a dying man rising from his sickbed!

Thinking this, the next second, Shikamaru sat up with a whoosh, perfectly straight...

But the next second, Shikamaru froze again.

He discovered that within his line of sight, all his classmates were staring blankly in his direction.

Some even had their mouths wide open, their jaws hanging as if they were about to drop, motionless.

This was clearly a typical expression of dementia... no, of shock.

Seeing this, Shikamaru became even more confused.

I'm just catching up on some sleep, aren't I? he thought.

Is it really necessary for you all to look as excited as if you'd just seen the Hokage?

Wait, it seems they aren't looking at me, but at what's behind me?...

Shikamaru was stunned for only a few seconds before his thoughts suddenly clicked into place.

However, he then became curious:

What on earth is so interesting behind me?

Could it make this bunch of lunatics quiet down?...

Thinking this, Shikamaru, fueled by curiosity, prepared to turn around to join in the fun and get a piece of the gossip.

But the space between the desks was so narrow and cramped that Shikamaru, sitting in his chair, looked like a sandwich cookie.

Never mind turning around; even getting out of this seat later would be difficult...

So, having no choice, Shikamaru propped up his arms, and as if his backside had grown bearings, he used the momentum to turn around toward his back, unhesitatingly...

Naruto was squatting on the desk, motionless.

His soul seemed to have been drained away, his azure eyes dim and listless.

He didn't know why his goddess, Sakura, had suddenly gotten angry with him.

He clearly hadn't done anything wrong.

He was clearly just venting his anger on her behalf.

His heart felt as if it were being twisted by a knife, his body felt heavy as a thousand pounds, and he didn't want to move at all.

But just at this moment.

For some reason, a massive force suddenly struck his backside!

It was as if someone had kicked him hard in the rear from behind!

Crouched halfway, Naruto's center of gravity was already unstable.

Now, caught completely off guard, he had no idea which godforsaken bastard had suddenly delivered such a powerful kick to his backside from behind.

His body swayed, then lurched forward, and he went straight into a kiss with the expressionless Sasuke standing right in front of him!

It was as if he had aimed for it on purpose.

Or perhaps, it was fated by the heavens.

The lips of the two boys met, sealing together perfectly.

Flawless, seamless, a match made in heaven, utterly romantic...

Naruto: "..."

Sasuke: "..."

Sakura: "..."

Ino: "..."

Four faces, completely dumbfounded...