The Living Yama Was Actually Taking Notes?

The morning light dispelled Konoha's nighttime mist.

Six o'clock sharp.

Ye stood before the gate of an old courtyard in the Uchiha compound and raised his hand to knock three times.

A loud series of clatters came from inside, followed by Obito's terrified howl.

"Coming, coming, coming! Don't kick the door down! I'll be right out!"

The door was yanked open.

Obito stood there with hair like a bird's nest, his goggles hanging crookedly around his neck and two buttons on his School Uniform fastened wrong.

When he saw that only Ye was outside, hands in his pockets and expression calm, Obito froze for two seconds before letting out a long sigh of relief.

"You scared me to death... I thought the Security Force had come to arrest me."

Ye raised a brow. What kind of outrageous thing had this guy done for the Security Force to come arrest him at home?

But Ye did not dwell on it.

"Let's go. School."

With his calm tone, measured steps, and eternally unchanged ice-cold face, anyone would praise him as a purebred Uchiha.

Walking beside him, Obito could not help secretly studying his deskmate.

No bricks.

No kunai.

No kindly smile that made one's back turn cold.

Looking at Ye's utterly harmless profile, Obito let out a long breath.

A feeling of relief rose from the bottom of his heart. Maybe yesterday really had been just a nightmare?

Thinking of how Ye had cornered Rin against the wall in the classroom yesterday, turned Kakashi's legs into pincushions on the Training Ground, and threatened Asuma with a red brick at the entrance—

Obito shook his head hard.

No, no, no. Ye had always been a law-abiding person.

Those had definitely been absurd nightmares caused by not getting enough sleep.

This innocent self-hypnosis lasted for about three minutes.

"Ah! Grandma over there! Let me help you cross the street!"

Obito shot off.

Ye stopped walking and folded his arms.

Leaning against a utility pole at the street corner, he watched Obito eagerly escort an elderly woman, whose legs were spry enough to run a marathon, across the entire street.

Five minutes later, Obito returned.

After they passed another two intersections—

"Ye! That grandma crossed the street without watching the lights! That's too dangerous!"

Obito took off running again.

Ye sighed, shifted position, and continued leaning against the wall.

And so, over the distance of just a few intersections—

Obito somehow spotted four elderly women in need of help from the crowd in succession. He even helped an orange cat trapped in a tree find its owner.

At every intersection, there was inevitably another elderly person who needed help.

Ye stood where he was, his temple throbbing.

What kind of insane passive skill was this?

The Grandma-Attraction Technique?

By the time the two finally arrived at the gates of the Konoha Ninja Academy, the sun had fully risen overhead.

Ye glanced at the clock by the school gate.

Eight o'clock sharp.

They had arrived just as the class bell's final chime faded.

They had somehow stretched a ten-minute walk into a grueling two-hour journey.

The instant the two stepped into the classroom one after the other—

A long-absent system notification began ringing incessantly in Ye's mind.

[Guard-Break Points from Asuma Sarutobi +44!]

[Guard-Break Points from Might Guy +33!]

[Guard-Break Points from Uchiha Tekka +22!]

[Guard-Break Points from Kurenai Yuhi +15!]

[...]

Though each amount was small and scattered, there were simply too many of them.

The class had been noisy, but the moment they saw Ye enter, the room fell silent.

Ye lifted his eyes and swept his gaze across the room.

He quickly spotted two familiar faces seated in the front row.

Asuma Sarutobi.

Might Guy.

These two unfortunate brothers had experienced the deadly alleyway outline and the ultimate double kill in the public restroom yesterday evening.

Asuma huddled in the corner by the wall, three bandages plastered across his face. A lump bulged on his forehead, dark circles ringed his eyes, and it was obvious he had not slept all night.

The instant his gaze met Ye's, his eyes widened in utter terror and his breathing stopped.

His whole body seemed to sink half an inch into the wall.

Might Guy sat far away from Asuma, his face waxy yellow. Both hands were clamped tightly over his stomach as he stared blankly at his desk.

His eyes were filled with lingering psychological trauma.

The aftereffects of yesterday's ultimate double kill in the public restroom were clearly still fermenting.

The entire class held its breath, waiting for the storm to descend.

Ignoring the terrified looks around him, Ye walked straight toward his seat.

As he passed the front row, he suddenly stopped.

The entire classroom went completely silent.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently in that direction.

What was this guy planning to do now?!

Ye turned toward Asuma. The corners of his mouth slowly rose, blossoming into a sunny, harmless smile.

"Asuma, morning."

Just four words, gentle and natural in tone, without a single flaw to pick at.

But to Asuma, they sounded no different from the Death God's whisper.

"Ah!"

A scream escaped Asuma's throat.

His entire body shook violently as his legs kicked against the floor.

The chair legs scraped across the ground with a piercing screech.

He and his chair toppled backward half a meter.

His back slammed into the corner of the wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

Asuma shielded his chest with both hands. The muscles in his face had completely lost control as he stammered and nodded frantically.

"M-M-Morning..."

His mental defenses had completely collapsed.

He thought that because he had looked at Ye one extra time, he was about to be dragged away for another physical heart-to-heart today.

[Ding! Guard-Break Points from Asuma Sarutobi +999!]

Satisfied, Ye withdrew his gaze, shoved his hands into his pockets, and continued toward the back row.

One sentence was enough to earn points. The Hokage's son was far too easy to fleece.

Just as the atmosphere in the classroom became strange to the extreme—

Bang!

The classroom's front door was shoved open forcefully.

Gang Ziyun entered with a dark expression, striding in with lesson plans in hand.

The moment he reached the podium and swept his gaze around, he happened to spot Ye standing in the aisle, not yet seated.

Gang Ziyun's eyelids twitched wildly, and his heart began pounding.

Yesterday's soul-stirring sigh, which had echoed throughout the classroom, instantly surfaced in his mind.

Why was this little ancestor standing again?!

"Ye! What are you standing there for?!"

Gang Ziyun practically shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Sit down immediately! Get ready for class!"

Ye shrugged and cooperatively pulled out his chair to sit down.

Gang Ziyun let out a long breath of relief, picked up a piece of chalk, and turned to write the day's topic on the blackboard.

"Today, we'll cover practical survival, battlefield trap identification, and the fundamentals of concealing one's tracks."

"Identifying enemy traps, hiding your tracks, maintaining stamina under extreme conditions..."

Halfway through the lesson—

Gang Ziyun could not help glancing toward the back row from the corner of his eye.

He had already prepared himself for Ye to be playing darts or sleeping down there.

But he froze.

Not only was Ye sitting upright with his back straight, he was actually holding a pen.

He was staring intently at the writing on the blackboard and occasionally lowering his head to jot down notes at rapid speed.

His attitude was extremely serious.

Gang Ziyun's hand trembled, nearly snapping the chalk.

Every three minutes, he warily glanced toward the back row.

Each time he saw Ye still taking notes seriously, his shock deepened another degree.

The students in the front row also noticed their teacher's strange behavior and turned around one after another.

When they saw the fiend who had chased the Hokage's son with a brick yesterday actually taking notes with complete focus—

A horrifying sense of contrast, even more chilling than seeing him draw a blade, instantly swept through the entire class.