The classroom was always filled with a constant clamor in the early morning.
Even the Ninja Academy used recitation drills,
having students repeat and memorize the shinobi code and all sorts of theoretical knowledge.
The second-year classroom was no exception that morning.
"All right, everyone, stop for a moment."
Most Ninja Academy teachers were chunin, rotating through the post every three years.
During their teaching assignments, they did not have to carry out missions outside the village.
At that time, the class Kushina attended
was taught by a grown man in his twenties or thirties, in the prime of his life.
His appearance was ordinary, but a smile always lingered at the corners of his mouth, making him look kind and approachable.
He wore a green shinobi vest.
He clapped his hands, instantly drawing the students' attention,
and the noisy classroom quieted considerably.
"We have another new student joining our class. Let's give them a warm welcome."
As he spoke, the teacher led the applause.
The students followed with scattered claps.
"Why are we getting another new student? We just got a red-haired witch. Who knows what kind of freak we'll get this time?"
One of the students muttered his displeasure.
He sat in the very back row,
a little boy with a buzz cut who, despite his young age, already wore an ear stud.
His name was Sato Shinichi, and he was currently sprawled over his desk, yawning out of boredom.
"No idea. Maybe another weirdo with strange hair."
His deskmate snickered.
He was also around six or seven, but unlike the thin, slight children his age,
he was exceptionally sturdy. People would have believed he was eleven or twelve.
"Hopefully they'll give us a little more entertainment."
Another student chimed in, whistling carelessly.
He was big too, having