Not wanting to deal with Iruka's endless droning at the lectern, Naruto closed his eyes and stopped listening. His consciousness had already entered the system. Sure enough, no matter which world he was in, nothing was more soothing during class than doing his Naruto dailies. If the system offered one-tap sweeps, it would be even more perfect.
Looking at the newly released [Naruto Uzumaki Kurama Link], Naruto rubbed his hands together like a fly, brimming with excitement. This was Lord [Kizaru], after all. His strength needed no introduction-he could reach Kage rank with basic attacks alone. His sheer cancerousness went without saying, too. Naruto had seen far too many absurd, hilariously outrageous plays in his previous life. He could hardly imagine it. Once he had a powerful S-rank ninja like [Kizaru], he would have another trump card.
Naruto hesitated no longer and decisively started pulling. After several ten-pulls in a row, his expression grew uglier and uglier, turning so dark it looked ready to drip water. Hinata, beside him, also noticed something was wrong.
She carefully tugged at Naruto's sleeve, her voice as faint as a mosquito. "Naruto-kun, you okay?"
Feeling the tug, Naruto opened his eyes and saw Hinata looking at him with concern. He shook his head to indicate that he was fine, taking the opportunity to squeeze the little hand she had reached toward him.
Ooh, hands soft as if they had no bones, a voice faint as a mosquito. Me likey!
Feeling Naruto take her hand, Hinata instantly flushed red, and the temperature inside her head climbed at a tremendous rate. As expected, within three seconds, Hinata's brain crashed, and she slumped straight onto her desk.
Naruto was already used to this. Being young sure was nice-you could fall asleep the moment your head hit the desk.
But even after Naruto used up all his Shinobi World Recruitment Tickets and claimed every premium recruitment rebate pack, he had only 45 [Kizaru] fragments. Looking at them, he felt utterly miserable. Wasn't this way too much of a rip-off?
Naruto had no words. He could only remain silent. A hundred Shinobi World Recruitment Tickets, plus the premium recruitment rebates for 100 pulls, and he had barely scraped together 45 S-rank ninja fragments. Wasn't that straight-up hard pity? Was he really the unluckiest bastard of the age?
Sure enough, people's joys and sorrows were not shared.
(Everyone, post your unluckiest premium recruitment pulls. Let's see who's cursed and who's blessed by RNG. Handsome people first.)
Naruto kept a low profile on his first day of class. After all, he had yet to fully develop. Hadn't the system still rated him a bot? He would play it safe and farm first, not get reckless, or he might die without even knowing how.
Although Naruto had already kept a very low profile at the Ninja Academy today, someone still couldn't resist picking trouble with him. That was right-it was our Sasuke. For some reason, whenever he looked at Naruto, he felt deep down that the guy was such a poser, and he really wanted to teach him a lesson.
He especially scoffed at Naruto's decision to sit in the back row.
Sasuke said, "Is this guy a dead last? Even his seat is so far back."
In Sasuke's eyes, Naruto acted exactly like the class dead last. Otherwise, what good student would choose to sit at the back of the classroom?
If Naruto knew what Sasuke was thinking, he would definitely give him a stern lesson. The back row was where kings belonged. Every person there had a legend of their own.
Perhaps Naruto's good looks had drawn the attention of so many girls in class that Sasuke felt a little jealous. Although he wasn't particularly interested in those twittering girls, Naruto still annoyed him. One king of show-offs was enough for a class...
Soon, the first day of classes ended without incident.
"Naruto-kun, wake up. School's over. It's time to go home."
Hinata shook the still-sleeping Naruto awake. He opened his bleary eyes and looked at the classmates leaving the classroom one after another, feeling dazed for a moment.
"Oh, class is over. Time to go home and eat."
Naruto rose unsteadily, feeling that he had slept especially well.
Little did he know that his behavior had made Iruka lose his composure several times already. Inside the Hokage's office, Iruka was telling Hiruzen Sarutobi all about Naruto's day.
"Lord Hokage, I really can't teach this class anymore. Especially that boy named Naruto Uzumaki. He's a complete troublemaker! Not only does he sleep through class and ignore the lessons, he even flirts with little girls. Look at this-is any of that something a student should be doing?"
Hiruzen Sarutobi paused in the middle of smoking. He gave the rambling Iruka a meaningful look. This was an important contact he would use to bind Naruto to him later, but why did he seem so difficult to control?
"Iruka, I believe you have the ability to handle this position. You know how important a good guide is to a ninja."
"I also know you have quite a few grievances against Naruto, but having the Nine-Tails sealed inside him wasn't his decision, was it?"
Seeing that Iruka had fallen silent, he finally put down his pipe, stood up, and spoke to him earnestly.
"Iruka, Naruto is an outstanding inheritor of the Will of Fire. One day, he will accomplish things beyond measure. Likewise, I hope you can give this child a little more care. After all, in certain ways, he's very much like you. Very lonely..."
Iruka didn't even know how he had made it home. Hiruzen Sarutobi's words kept repeating in his mind.
So nobody wants him either?
Naruto: Hey, hey, hey, bro, hold on. Why are you insulting me now? You're the one nobody wants!
After Iruka left, Danzo came before Hiruzen Sarutobi, his aged face gloomy.
"Monkey, if you ask me, you should just hand the Jinchūriki over to Root for training. Your approach takes far too much time and effort."
Listening to his old friend's complaints, Hiruzen Sarutobi was in no hurry to argue. What the hell did he know? Other than targeting the Uchiha every day, there was nothing else in that head of his.
"Hey, Monkey, what's with that look? Why does it make me so uncomfortable?"
Seeing that Hiruzen Sarutobi was ignoring him, Danzo very naturally picked up the tea on the desk and drained it. He smacked his lips, then spat out a mouthful of tea leaves.
"Ptooey. Monkey, you're still just as lousy at making tea. And stop fucking smoking. You're choking me to death." Ignoring Hiruzen Sarutobi's murderous glare, Danzo continued on his own. "Monkey, I think the Uchiha Clan has been getting far too uppity lately. The villagers have quite a few complaints about their Police Force. I think we might as well hand the Police Force's authority over to Root..."
Listening to his old friend's increasingly outrageous demands, Hiruzen Sarutobi couldn't help speaking up.
"The Police Force was established by our teacher. Are you trying to defy his orders?"
Danzo hadn't expected Hiruzen Sarutobi to use their teacher to pressure him. But age had made him shrewd, and with how well he knew his old friend, he didn't take Hiruzen Sarutobi's words seriously at all.
"Monkey, you know as well as I do that far too many geniuses have emerged among the Uchiha lately..."
Just then, a knock came at the door.
When Danzo saw who had arrived, he couldn't help feeling covetous.