The sun shone brightly, and the breeze was gentle.
Golden sunlight streamed through the windows, leaving strips of light and shadow across the classroom floor.
At that moment, there were only three small figures in the otherwise empty classroom.
In the middle of the classroom, an ordinary-looking boy with a neat crew cut and a green bodysuit walked back and forth on his hands, his feet pointed at the ceiling. As he moved, he asked his two companions, "Who do you think our instructor will be?"
Behind a desk in the front row, a handsome short-haired boy sat upright in his chair. Hearing his companion's question, he patiently replied, "Probably a very powerful shinobi. According to the village's latest ranking system, a Jonin should be assigned to guide us."
Scrape, scrape—
Beside the handsome boy sat a cute girl with long purple hair flowing loose over her shoulders. Her expression was icy and stern as she wiped down the two gleaming swords in her hands. Her sweet voice carried no emotion. "No matter who it is, if he isn't strong enough, I'll ask Teacher Juri to replace him."
"Hup." The crew-cut boy pushed off with both hands, flipped backward, and landed firmly on the floor. Brushing the dust from his hands, he said, "Probably not. There are plenty of experts in the village. Last time, I saw two masters sparring over at the arena. Um... I think they were from the Uchiha Clan?!"
The handsome boy smiled faintly and was about to say something when his ears suddenly twitched. Then he said softly, "He's here."
"Oho!" The crew-cut boy immediately looked curiously toward the classroom door. The purple-haired girl also stopped wiping her swords and glanced toward the entrance.
Creak—
The classroom door was pulled open from outside, revealing a