The slanting afternoon sunlight streamed through the window frames, scattering flecks of gold across the classroom. At the lectern, Madara Uchiha gripped a piece of white chalk in his black-gloved fingers, tapping it against the blackboard as loudly as a knock on a door.
Below the lectern, even the liveliest, most restless students dared not act up. They sat as meekly as lambs, listening closely and carefully, terrified that their attention might wander for even a moment.
After spending so much time with him, the Ninja Academy students had long since learned that the people Teacher Madara hated most were those who failed to pay attention in his class.
He would never allow anyone to daydream through the lessons he had worked so hard to prepare. As for those brave souls who dared sleep in his class, or even arrive late...
Whenever Madara discovered an unlucky fool who did not know what was good for them, he invariably dragged them to the training ground for a one-sided beating under the guise of training!
The latest examples were Kagami Uchiha and Hiruzen Sarutobi, who had arrived late that afternoon for some unknown reason. At that very moment, the two boys Madara had beaten unconscious were probably lying in the infirmary, where Teacher Hashirama was doing everything he could to treat them.
Konoha's little brats had already been terrified of Madara's icy face. After a few thorough beatings, merely seeing his face or hearing his voice made their little bodies tremble involuntarily and their faces turn paper-white. They looked exactly like children who had been beaten into PTSD.
Now, Madara Uchiha had successfully become the tyrant the students feared most. Under his rule, the strength of Konoha's next generation of shinobi advanced so rapidly that even their parents could not comprehend it.