The classroom was filled with laughter and chatter, while Hyuga Satoru was panicking like crazy.
He saw a man with a balding head asking the students to introduce themselves. As each student gave their introduction, laughter and applause kept breaking out.
I haven't even deleted my browser history yet. How did I transmigrate into the Naruto world? And it's the first day of school?
Hyuga Satoru scanned the classroom. After spotting quite a few familiar faces, he panicked even more.
The one in the front row proudly declaring during his introduction that his father was the Hokage seemed to be the future unit of measurement for bounties in the Underground Black Market. His head would later be exchanged for a reward by some top-tier miser.
The white-haired guy in the middle of the second row looked incredibly cocky and wore a black mask. If Satoru remembered correctly, he was the future unit of measurement for Chakra, capable of forcing any opponent into a fifty-fifty battle through sheer causality. A few years later, during the Third Shinobi World War, he would be beaten until he had only one eye left.
The goggle-wearing 2B kid behind him would fall in love too early, kill his teacher's wife, slaughter an entire clan, and throw the Ninja World into bloody chaos. In the end, he would die so thoroughly that not even scraps remained.
The more Hyuga Satoru looked around, the more panicked he became.
None of these awesome figures from the original story had a good ending. Having just transmigrated here, wouldn't he be even worse off?
He shifted his gaze to the person currently introducing himself.
That man's teeth gleamed like flashlights. His dream was to carry the spirit of youth to the very end. He seemed to be the only commoner who had managed to defy fate, nearly kicking his way into the final ending with one foot. Even Madara highly praised his dance moves, and he earned the title of strongest in Taijutsu.
But it was all for nothing. He would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
As for the other classmates, Hyuga Satoru recognized only a few. They were cannon fodder among cannon fodder, chaff among chaff. A huge batch of them would probably be harvested in the Third Shinobi World War a few years later, and only a handful would live to see the end.
It would have been fine if he were from the Main Family. After all, he would have a pile of Branch Family cannon fodder protecting him. As long as he did not seek death, he might be able to coast all the way to the end. But according to the original owner's memories, not only was he from the Branch Family, both his parents were dead. Within the Hyuga Clan, he belonged to the most unwelcome kind.
He was done for. Absolutely screwed.
This was a nightmare start.
Hyuga Satoru's eyes went dull with despair.
If he had to transmigrate, fine. But why did he have to transmigrate into Naruto, where human lives were as cheap as grass? Worse still, this was the class with the highest mortality rate before the Third Shinobi World War.
The Battle of Kannabi Bridge, the Battle of Kikyo Pass... Hyuga Satoru did not even dare imagine how he would survive them.
Just as Hyuga Satoru lost all will to live, 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 instructor, Fujino Daikichi, smiling at him. The other students in the class had also turned their eyes toward him.
Seeing that, Hyuga Satoru could only force himself to stand.
"My name is Hyuga Satoru. I'm from the Hyuga Clan. My favorite foods are ramen and grilled meat. My dream is... my dream is..."
Hyuga Satoru hesitated.
"To live until the final ending."
The classroom instantly fell silent. Everyone stared at Hyuga Satoru with confused, hesitant expressions. Live until the final ending???
What was that supposed to mean?
Fujino Daikichi chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the sparse hair on top of his head.
"Looks like Hyuga Satoru enjoys reading manga in his spare time. Things like final endings only exist in manga. I hope that during your future studies, Hyuga Satoru, you won't become too absorbed in manga!"
"Yes."
Hyuga Satoru gave a perfunctory reply and sat down.
That had been close. He had blurted out what was in his heart because he was nervous, but it seemed no one had noticed.
After the remaining few nobodies finished introducing themselves, Fujino Daikichi cleared his throat and said, "Students, that concludes our opening self-introduction session. Next comes our first lesson. Please open your textbooks to 'Inheriting the Will of Fire'!"
Hyuga Satoru flipped through the red textbook on his desk. Every page was filled with empty praise for the Will of Fire, utterly devoid of substance.
At the podium, Fujino Daikichi passionately expounded on the Will of Fire. Most of the students below listened with great interest.
Hyuga Satoru, however, could not sit still. He turned a few more pages and studied them carefully for a long time before finally seeing two words packed between the lines—pyramid scheme.
Did I fall into some pyramid-scheme brainwashing center?
Konoha's political propaganda was really this bad?
The entire book preached that everyone was family, that they had to protect the children, protect the Hidden Leaf Village, and give everything for the village.
The key was... he was only six years old, and they were already asking him to go to war and sacrifice himself?
Was that reasonable?
When Hyuga Satoru watched the anime in his previous life, he had not noticed any of this. Only after truly transmigrating into it and becoming someone within the story did he realize how absurd it all was.
After the initial panic passed, Hyuga Satoru gradually calmed down.
Fujino Daikichi's booming recitation of the Will of Fire continued in the classroom, but Hyuga Satoru had already turned his gaze toward the window. His mind was frantically devising plans for the future. Today was his first day at the Ninja Academy and the beginning of his path as a ninja. He had to formulate a meticulous training plan.
For his dream of living until the final ending—or rather, his goal.
Crack!
Hyuga Satoru pushed open the creaking wooden door. An old courtyard came into view. This was the house his parents had left him. It was not very large, but it had everything he needed.
The entire day at the Ninja Academy had been filled with useless things like lectures on the Will of Fire. Not a single practical combat class or ninjutsu class had appeared, despite what Hyuga Satoru had hoped for.
He had no memories of his mother. She seemed to have died from complications while giving birth to him. His father had been a Branch Family Jonin guard who died while protecting the Main Family during a mission. Thanks to that, he had been able to inherit his father's house as a child and gain the qualification to attend the Ninja Academy.
As a member of the Branch Family, he also bore the Caged Bird Seal on his forehead. His future path would probably be the same as his father's: becoming a guard for the Main Family and "gloriously" sacrificing himself to protect them.
What a headache...
Hyuga Satoru rubbed his temples. Not every Branch Family father was the head of the Branch Family with the head of the Main Family as an uncle. His monthly living allowance was only 1,500 Ryo. After covering food, clothing, and daily necessities, there was not much left for training.
Some guy kept shouting about breaking fate, yet he never had to worry about food or clothing and enjoyed the Hyuga Clan's finest treatment. Meanwhile, more Branch Family members were like Hyuga Satoru, struggling just to stay above the poverty line.
With a sigh, Hyuga Satoru cleared the distracting thoughts from his mind. This was not the time to think about such things. After a full day of class, his stomach had long been growling with hunger.
After checking the remaining ingredients in the kitchen, he decided to think about his training plan after dinner.
Life was already miserable enough. He could not let his stomach suffer along with him.
Just as he was about to pick up the iron pot to wash it, something unexpected happened. The instant his palm approached the pot, it suddenly began trembling out of control. At the same time, every metal object in the kitchen started vibrating as though they were performing a wild metallic symphony.
Hyuga Satoru stood there blankly as a voice rang in his ears.
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