Awakening Electromagnetic Force From the Start

The classroom was filled with laughter and cheerful voices, but Hyuga Satoru was panicking.

He saw a man with a Mediterranean hairstyle having the students introduce themselves one by one, with laughter and applause constantly erupting.

My browser history is still there? How did I transmigrate into the world of Naruto? And it's the first day of school?

Hyuga Satoru looked around the classroom, and after seeing many familiar faces, he panicked even more.

That guy in the first row, proudly introducing himself as the son of a Hokage, seemed to be the future unit of measurement for bounties in the underground black market, his head exchanged for a reward by some top money-grubber.

The arrogant white-haired kid in the middle of the second row, wearing a black mask, if he remembered correctly, was the future unit of measurement for chakra, with a fifty-fifty chance of anything happening, and would be beaten into a one-eyed man in the Third Shinobi World War a few years later.

The 2B youth behind him, wearing goggles, would kill his teacher and slaughter his entire clan because of puppy love, causing a bloody storm in the ninja world, and ultimately end up as nothing but ashes.

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

None of these awesome characters from the original story had a good ending. He had just transmigrated, wouldn't he be even worse off?

He turned his gaze to the guy who was currently introducing himself.

That person's teeth reflected light like a flashlight, his dream was to carry his youth to the very end, and he seemed to be the only commoner who defied fate, almost kicking out the grand finale with one foot. His dance skills were highly praised by Madara, earning him the title of the strongest taijutsu user.

But it was all for naught, as he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

As for the other classmates, Hyuga Satoru only recognized a few. They were all cannon fodder among cannon fodder, leeks among leeks. A large batch of them would probably be harvested in the Third Shinobi World War a few years later, and very few would survive to the grand finale.

If he were from the Main Family, it would be fine, after all, he would have a bunch of Branch Family cannon fodder to protect him, and he might be able to survive to the grand finale if he didn't do anything stupid. But according to the original owner's memories, he was not only from the Branch Family, but his parents were also dead, making him one of the least favored in the Hyuga Clan.

I'm screwed. Barbie's done for.

This was a nightmare start.

Hyuga Satoru's eyes were ashen.

You say you transmigrate, fine, you transmigrate into the world of Naruto where human lives are as worthless as grass, and the key timeline is the year with the highest mortality rate before the Third Shinobi World War.

The Kannabi Bridge battle, the Battle of Kikyo Mountain... Hyuga Satoru couldn't imagine how he would survive.

Just as Hyuga Satoru was losing hope in life, a gentle voice pulled him back to reality.

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

Hyuga Satoru raised his head and saw his homeroom teacher, Fujino Daikichi, looking at him with a smile, and the other students in the class were also focusing their attention on him.

Seeing this, Hyuga Satoru had no choice but to stand up with a stiff upper lip.

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

Hyuga Satoru hesitated.

"To live to the grand finale."

The class suddenly fell silent, looking at Hyuga Satoru with surprised and hesitant eyes. Live to the grand finale???

What the heck was that?

Fujino Daikichi laughed awkwardly a few times, touching his sparse hair.

"It seems that Hyuga Satoru likes to read manga usually. The grand finale is only in manga. I hope that in future studies, Hyuga Satoru won't be too absorbed in manga!"

"Yes."

Hyuga Satoru replied perfunctorily and sat down.

That was close. I accidentally said what was on my mind just now because I was nervous, but it seems that no one noticed me.

After the remaining passers-by finished introducing themselves, Fujino Daikichi cleared his throat and said, "Okay, students, the opening self-introduction session is over. Next is the first lesson. Please open your textbooks, The Inheritance of the Will of Fire!"

Hyuga Satoru flipped through the red textbook on his desk, which was full of praise for the Will of Fire and completely devoid of substance.

On the podium, Fujino Daikichi was passionately expounding on the Will of Fire, and most of the students below were listening with great interest.

Hyuga Satoru, however, was restless. He flipped through a few more pages, looked at them carefully for a long time, and finally saw two words written all over the page—pyramid scheme.

Have I fallen into a pyramid scheme brainwashing center?

Is this Konoha's political propaganda?

The whole book was promoting that everyone was a family, that they should protect the children and the village, and dedicate everything to the village.

The key is... I'm only 6 years old, and you want me to go to the battlefield and sacrifice myself?

Is that reasonable?

When Hyuga Satoru watched anime in his previous life, he didn't realize it. Only when he truly transmigrated into it and became an insider did he discover the absurdity of it.

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

In the classroom, Fujino Daikichi's voice reciting the Will of Fire was still loud, but Hyuga Satoru had already turned his gaze to the outside of the window, frantically conceiving his future plans in his mind. Today was his first day entering the Ninja Academy, and also the beginning of his ninja journey. He had to formulate a meticulous training plan.

For his dream of living to the grand finale, or rather... his goal.

Creak!

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 was not very large, it had everything he needed.

The Ninja Academy's curriculum for the day was full of meaningless things like explanations of the Will of Fire. There were no practical combat classes or ninjutsu classes that Hyuga Satoru had hoped for.

He had no memory of his mother, who seemed to have died in childbirth. His father was a Branch Family Jonin guard who died in a mission to protect the Main Family. Thanks to this, he was able to inherit his father's house as a child and obtain the qualification to go to the Ninja Academy.

As a member of the Branch Family, he also bore the Caged Bird Seal on his forehead. His future path would likely mirror his father's: becoming a guard for the Main Family, sacrificing himself "honorably" to protect it.

Headache...

Hyuga Satoru rubbed his temples. Not all Branch Family fathers were heads of the Branch Family. With a Main Family head as his uncle, his monthly living stipend was only 1500 ryo. After food, drink, and necessities, there wasn't much left for training.

Some guy who constantly talked about breaking fate didn't have to worry about food or drink, enjoying the Hyuga Clan's top-tier treatment. Meanwhile, most Branch Family members, like him, struggled just to make ends meet.

Sighing, Hyuga Satoru cleared the distracting thoughts from his mind. Now wasn't the time to dwell on those things. After a full day of classes, his stomach was already growling with hunger.

After checking the remaining ingredients in the kitchen, he decided to eat dinner before considering his training plan.

Life was already tragic enough; he couldn't let his stomach suffer too.

He was about to pick up the iron wok to wash it when something unexpected happened. The moment his hand approached the wok, the pot suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably. At the same time, all the metal objects in the kitchen vibrated incessantly, as if playing a wild symphony of metal.

Hyuga Satoru stood there dumbfounded, when a voice echoed in his ears.

Electromagnetic Force: LV1

2000 experience points until next level