On reflection, Hagoromo Otsutsuki's bloodline had plenty of problems too.
The Senju line drank and gambled. A bunch of rough men and equally rough women loved gathering to wolf down meat, guzzle liquor, and go wild playing dice, tossing gnawed bones and empty bottles everywhere. They were utter slobs.
The Uchiha Clan was even worse. The whole clan consisted of stubborn tsunderes and battle maniacs who favored both men and women.
As the saying went, whether the shinobi world descended into chaos depended entirely on the Uchiha. That really was a timeless pearl of wisdom.
"Ahem, ahem..."
Shingetsu coughed awkwardly and quietly swallowed all those outrageous yet well-founded thoughts.
"Awesome! We finally get to fight!"
Facing an enemy attack for the first time in their lives, the Ninja Academy students were beside themselves with excitement. They thought their moment to shine had finally arrived. One after another, they pulled weapons from their Sealing Scrolls and struck poses, as though they were heroes on the battlefield.
Hiruzen Sarutobi had only just fallen out of the wall, and his head was still spinning, but his urge to compete with Kagami Uchiha flared up again. He brandished his iron staff, gave it a stylish swing, then charged forward, shouting:
"Everyone, charge! Take out the ene-aaaah!"
Before the damn monkey could finish his rallying cry, Madara landed a vicious kick and sent him straight back into the wall.
"All of you, get-back-inside."
Madara's voice was low and icy, and his gaze was as chilling as a ghost's. He looked ready to devour these clueless little brats alive.
The children were badly frightened. Even Shimura Danzō, who had been about to wail, "Hiruzen!" clamped his mouth shut and hid behind Tobirama, trembling.
They had a feeling that if they did not behave right now, Teacher