Sasuke was completely dumbfounded. Pointing at Naruto, he could barely get the words out:
"You're our Supervising Jonin? How is that possible?! Aren't you a Genin?!"
Anyone would have thought of a Supervising Jonin first.
Who had ever seen a Genin leading other Genin?
Karin's eyes lit up at once. Blushing furiously, she hurried over.
"Naruto, did you become a Jonin?!"
With one hand pressed on Sasuke's head, Naruto laughed and corrected her.
"A Genin. And I'm supervising Genin too. Who says only Jonin can do this job?"
Hearing that, Sasuke struggled like he had gone mad, shouting until his voice cracked.
"Quit joking around! I carry a blood debt on my shoulders. I don't have time to play house with you! I still have to kill that man with my own hands! I'm going to report you to Lord Hokage!"
But the little strength he had was nothing in front of Naruto.
No matter how desperately he struggled, his body would not budge an inch.
Sakura stood nearby, completely lost, not even knowing where to put her hands.
In this life, Naruto had never clung to her like some lovesick puppy.
During his first year at the Academy, he skipped class every day and was nowhere to be seen, yet somehow graduated early despite having ranked dead last in the class.
He was handsome, much taller than the others his age, and possessed a calmness that hardly seemed fitting for someone so young.
Among their class, he was the sort of figure who existed only in legends.
When Sakura remembered how the major clans had once gathered around Naruto as though he were the moon surrounded by stars, all she felt toward him was awe and admiration.
But no matter how she thought about it, she could not understand