Awakening Electromagnetic Force at the Start

Laughter and chatter filled the classroom, and Hyuga Satoru was panicking intensely.

He saw a man with a bald-patch hairstyle making the students introduce themselves, and as student after student gave their self-introductions, the sound of laughter and applause rang out continuously.

Had he not cleared his browser history yet? How had he time-traveled into the Naruto World? And on the very first day of school, too?

Hyuga Satoru looked around the classroom, and seeing quite a few familiar faces, he instantly panicked even more.

That guy in the front row proudly boasting about his Hokage father during his self-introduction seemed to be the future bounty measurement unit of the Underground Black Market, whose head had been exchanged for a bounty by a certain top-tier miser.

That arrogant white-haired kid in the middle of the second row, wearing a black face mask, if he remembered correctly, was the future chakra measurement unit, the embodiment of causality, who ended up getting beaten down to a single eye in the Third Shinobi World War a few years later.

The 2B idiot wearing goggles behind him, because of unrequited puppy love, ended up killing his master, slaughtering his entire clan, and plunging the Shinobi World into a bloody storm, with his ultimate fate resulting in him dying down to nothing more than dust.

The more Hyuga Satoru looked around, the more panicked he became.

None of these formidable figures from the original work came to a good end, so since he had just time-traveled over, wouldn't his situation be even more miserable?

He cast his gaze once more toward the fellow who was currently introducing himself.

That guy's teeth gleamed like a flashlight as he declared his dream of carrying youth through to the end; he seemed to be the only commoner to defy the heavens and change his fate, nearly kicking his way to the series finale with dance skills that received high praise from Madara, earning him the title of strongest taijutsu user.

Yet so what, he would spend the second half of his life in a wheelchair.

As for the other classmates, there were very few whom Hyuga Satoru recognized; they were cannon fodder among cannon fodder, leeks among leeks, and in the Third Shinobi World War a few years later, a huge crop of them would likely be reaped, with very few surviving to the finale.

If he were a member of the main family, it would be fine since there was a bunch of branch family cannon fodder to protect him, and as long as he didn't court death, he might even be able to turtle his way to the end. But according to the original body's memories, not only was he from the branch family, but both his parents were also dead, placing him in the most disfavored category within the Hyuga Clan.

It was over, he was thoroughly cooked.

This wave was a nightmare beginning.

Hyuga Satoru's eyes were as dead as ashes.

Talk about transmigrating—he just had to transmigrate into the Naruto World where human lives were as cheap as grass, and the critical timeline happened to be the one with the highest mortality rate right before the Third Shinobi World War.

The Kannabi Bridge Battle, the Battle of Kikyo Pass... Hyuga Satoru didn't even dare to imagine how he would survive through them.

Just as Hyuga Satoru was feeling utterly hopeless, a gentle voice pulled him back to reality.

"Student Hyuga Satoru, it's your turn to introduce yourself."

Hyuga Satoru raised his head to see the guidance instructor, Fujino Daikichi, looking at him with a smile, while the other students in the class also focused their gazes upon him.

Seeing this, Hyuga Satoru had no choice but to stand up with a scalp numb from dread.

"My name is Hyuga Satoru, I come from the Hyuga Clan, my favorite foods are ramen and grilled meat, and my dream is... my dream is..."

Hyuga Satoru hesitated for a moment.

"To live to the finale."

The classroom instantly fell silent, looking at Hyuga Satoru with bewildered and hesitant gazes. To live to the finale???

What kind of nonsense was that?

Fujino Daikichi chuckled awkwardly a few times, reaching out to touch his sparse crown.

"It seems that student Hyuga Satoru is very fond of reading manga in his spare time. The finale or whatever only exists in manga, oh! I hope that in your future studies, student Hyuga Satoru won't let himself get too intoxicated by manga!"

"Yes."

Hyuga Satoru gave a perfunctory reply and sat back down.

That was close; in his nervousness just now, he had blurted out his inner thoughts, but it seemed no one had really paid attention to him.

After the remaining nameless extras finished their self-introductions, Fujino Daikichi cleared his throat and said, "Alright, students, the self-introduction segment of the school opening is now concluded. Next up is our first lesson, so please open your textbooks to Inheritance of the Will of Fire!"

Hyuga Satoru flipped through the red textbook on his desk. From beginning to end, it was filled with rhetoric praising the wonderfulness of the Will of Fire, completely devoid of any nutritional value.

Fujino Daikichi on the podium eloquently expounded upon the Will of Fire, and most of the students below listened with great relish.

Hyuga Satoru, however, sat on pins and needles. He flipped through a few more pages, studying them carefully for a long time, before finally making out two fully apparent words between the lines—Pyramid scheme.

Had I fallen right into a brainwashing MLM center?

This is the extent of Konoha's political propaganda?

The whole book is out here promoting how everyone is one big family, how we need to protect the children, protect the village, and give everything for the village.

The crux of the matter is... I'm only six years old, and you want me to go to the battlefield and sacrifice myself?

Does this make any sense?

When watching the anime in his past life, Hyuga Satoru hadn't noticed it, but after truly transmigrating into it and becoming an insider, he realized just how absurd it was.

After experiencing the initial panic, Hyuga Satoru gradually calmed down.

In the classroom, Fujino Daikichi's voice reciting the Will of Fire remained loud and clear, but Hyuga Satoru had already cast his gaze outside the window, his mind frantically sketching out subsequent plans. Today was his first day entering the Ninja Academy and also the beginning of his ninja path; he had to formulate a meticulous training plan.

For the sake of his dream—or rather... goal—of living to the finale.

Crick!

Hyuga Satoru pushed open the creaking wooden door, and what came into view was an old courtyard. This was the house his parents had left him; although the space wasn't very large, it had all the essential facilities.

Throughout a whole day of Ninja Academy classes, every single topic was useless nonsense like explanations of the Will of Fire, and not a single one of the actual combat and ninjutsu classes that Hyuga Satoru anticipated took place.

He had no memories of his mother, who seemed to have died in childbirth; his father was a branch family Jonin guard who had died during a mission to protect the main family. Thanks to that, he was able to inherit his father's house as a young child and obtain the qualifications to attend the Ninja Academy.

As a member of the branch family, he also had the Caged Bird seal carved upon his forehead. His future trajectory would likely be the same as his father's—becoming a guard for the main family and "gloriously" sacrificing himself to protect them.

Headache...

Hyuga Satoru rubbed his temples. Not every branch family father was a branch family head; having an uncle who was the head of the main family, his monthly living stipend was only 1,500 ryo, and after deducting expenses for food and daily living, there wasn't much left over for him to train with.

That certain guy who went around shouting about breaking destiny never had to worry about food or drink, enjoying top-tier treatment within the Hyuga Clan, while countless more branch family members were just like him, struggling on the line of subsistence.

Sighing, Hyuga Satoru banished the distracting thoughts from his mind. Now was not the time to dwell on those matters; after attending classes all day, his stomach had long been rumbling with hunger.

Rummaging through the remaining ingredients in the kitchen, he decided to consider his cultivation plan after finishing dinner.

Life was already tragic enough; he couldn't let his stomach suffer along with it.

Just as he picked up the iron pot to wash it, the unexpected happened. The moment his palm approached the iron pot, the body of the pot suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably, and simultaneously, every single metal object in the kitchen vibrated continuously, as if playing a heavy metal rhapsody.

Hyuga Satoru stood blankly in the middle of the room as a voice echoed in his ears.

[Electromagnetic Force: LV1]

[Distance to next upgrade: 2000 EXP]