Hyuga Satori groggily dragged himself up after a restless night, making his way to the Ninja Academy.
He had been too excited after awakening his Electromagnetism the previous night, barely managing any sleep at all. His Byakugan eyes were now ringed with dark circles, making him look like a panda—his white pupils framed between layers of fatigue.
"Hey! Satori, why do you look so drained today?" Mitarashi Anko asked, munching on a dango with obvious delight.
"I'm fine."
Anko paused, then suddenly leaned in close to Satori, whispering, "Satori, what did you mean by 'living until the final chapter' yesterday?"
Satori hesitated, then said vaguely, "Something pretty significant."
"Oh!" Seeing that Satori clearly didn't want to elaborate, Anko puffed her cheeks in mild annoyance but dropped the topic.
Seeing the colorful dango in Anko's hand, Satori recalled a vision of her decades later—plump and wrinkled—and immediately felt a wave of nausea. Anko wasn't exactly stunning right now, but she was still kind of cute. So how come in the future did she end up looking like such an old hag?
"By the way, just a heads-up—you should eat fewer dangos."
"Why?" Anko took a bite and glanced sideways at Satori. "Am I gonna die before the final chapter?"
Satori thought for a moment, then replied, "Worse than that."
Anko: ???
Before she could respond, someone in the class barked, "Teacher's coming!" The noisy classroom instantly fell silent, everyone sitting stiffly upright.
Fujino Daikichi strode to the podium, textbooks in hand, and announced with a smile, "Students, today's morning lessons will focus on theory, followed by shuriken practice in the afternoon. I hope you all apply yourselves today."
Shuriken practice? A flicker of interest crossed Satori's face—he could finally test how well his Electromagnetism controlled shuriken. He'd spent most of the night training with random kitchen tools.
"Everyone, please open your textbook Principles of the Will of Fire to Chapter One, Section Three. We'll continue from yesterday's lesson."
"Okay..."
The moment Satori laid eyes on the Will of Fire analysis, drowsiness crept over him. Eventually, he pulled the book over his face and dozed off at his desk.
Fujino Daikichi watched the scene, his eye twitching in frustration—but then, as if remembering something, he gave a faint shake of his head.
"As a member of the Branch House of the Hyuga Clan, not striving hard leads to a miserable fate."
Then he turned his gaze to another seat in the room—a boy with a bandage wrapped around his forehead and snow-white pupils stared intently at his textbook.
Fujino smiled slightly. "Iroha-kun, in contrast, is clearly far more dedicated."
No one knew how much time passed before Satori let out a loud yawn and stretched, looking fully rejuvenated. He no longer felt the morning sluggishness from when he first woke—he was now brimming with energy.
Satori suspected that during his nap, his Bio-magnetic field had been fine-tuned by his Electromagnetism, accelerating his recovery.
At this point, he couldn't consciously control his bio-magnetic field yet. But once he mastered electromagnetism to a higher level, perhaps he could consciously regulate his bio-magnetic field and enhance his vitality significantly—possessing the same regenerative abilities as the First Hokage.
In the afternoon, Fujino Daikichi led the students out to the training ground for shuriken throwing training, covering techniques such as wrist mechanics and proper throwing form.
Hyuga Satori noticed that most of the kids from noble clans were distracted, while those from commoner families listened with genuine interest.
The reason was simple: clan heirs usually received training from their elders before even entering the academy, while commoner children seldom had access to such instruction. From the very beginning, they didn't start on equal footing.
No matter the era, commoners would always be treated as cannon fodder, Satori mused.
Although it was still early in the school year, some students already had considerable chakra reserves—their bio-magnetic fields were much stronger compared to those of commoner students, who seemed no brighter than flickering candlelight by comparison.
Among them, the strongest one caught Satori's attention. His gaze turned to the front where the silver-haired boy stood, frowning slightly.
"Kakashi Hatake. His bio-magnetic field is surprisingly strong—it must be close to a genin's level. No wonder he became a jonin at just twelve years old."
"That's enough explaining," Fujino-sensei clapped his hands. "Now we'll begin the throwing exercises. I'll be grading your performance. Chihomiko, you're first."
"Yes."
With a quiet voice, she stepped forward from the group, approaching Fujino. Ten meters away stood a wooden target, and beside it sat a bamboo basket full of shuriken.
Chihomiko picked up a shuriken, recalling what Fujino-sensei had explained earlier, and threw it toward the target.
Pak!
The shuriken struck the outer ring.
"6 points. Not bad."
She threw a few more.
"5 points, 6 points, 7 points..."
After she finished, Fujino nodded slightly. "Good. Next."
Satori observed the throwing process carefully. His fingers twitched subtly, and a few shuriken resting near the edge of the bamboo basket trembled slightly.
"These shuriken are really light. According to Newton's second law, force is inversely proportional to mass. Controlling them should be much easier than kitchen knives."
Suddenly, someone in the crowd gasped loudly.
"Whoa! How did he do that?"
Satori turned to look. Kakashi held several shuriken in both hands, continuously throwing them without hesitation. The movements flowed smoothly, each shuriken striking dead center.
"That's amazing!"
"He...he's a genius, isn't he?"
Fujino chuckled, nodding in satisfaction. Kakashi's fundamentals were solid—his shuriken skills alone were already on par with an average genin. No surprise there—he is the White Fang's son.
"Kakashi Hatake, full marks. Next."
"I'll go."
As soon as Fujino-sensei announced, a black-haired girl with long hair suddenly darted out from among the students, landing exactly where Kakashi had stood. She also threw with both hands, movements flowing seamlessly, each shuriken striking dead center.
**A true Uchiha.** Rin Uchiha, full marks!" Fujino declared proudly.
Is this really necessary?
Hyuga Satori felt his eyelid twitch.
In his eyes, Rin Uchiha had already become the top overachiever.
In his past life, he'd had enough of such grinds. He never expected that after being reincarnated into the Naruto world, he would run into another top overachiever.
Rin Uchiha cast a cold glance at Kakashi and walked toward her seat. Beside her, Obito shouted excitedly.
"Hey Kakashi, did you see that? This is the strength of our Uchiha clan! Just wait—I'll definitely defeat you someday!"
Kakashi completely ignored him.
Hyuga Satori stared blankly at Obito, while the others also looked at him like he was an idiot. Who could imagine that this guy would become the future big boss?
"Next up: Obito Uchiha."
"It's my turn!" Obito happily rushed forward. "Let me show you all my true strength! I've been secretly practicing with shuriken for ages!"
Obviously, Rin's performance had boosted his confidence.
He grabbed a shuriken and threw it hard. Everyone was stunned—the shuriken had flown right past the target without even coming close.
"Missed completely—zero points," Fujino Daikichi said in a tired voice.
"No way! It was an accident—this must've been a fluke!" An enraged Obito hurled another shuriken, still missing completely.
"Zero points," Fujino Daikichi replied, exasperated.
Kakashi gave Obito a brief glance before looking away again.
Rin Uchiha turned her head helplessly to the side, as if silently pleading, "Don't look at me! Don't look at me! I'm not from the same clan as him!"
"That's a mistake! A mistake! Definitely a mistake!"
Obito threw another shuriken.
"Zero points..."
Another throw.
"Zero points..."
"Hahahaha!"
A wave of thunderous laughter erupted around them.
Obito turned bright red, turning his face like an inflated chili pepper, clenching his teeth in frustration.
"I refuse to believe this nonsense!"
He suddenly hurled his final shuriken.
Smack!
The shuriken landed solidly right at the bullseye center.
The air immediately fell silent.
Staring for a moment, Obito then burst out laughing loudly.
"I told you it was just a fluke earlier! Here's my real skill! Did you all see that?"
He turned around, only to find everyone staring at him like he was crazy. Rin Uchiha sighed and buried her face in her palm, wondering whether she should eliminate this fool early to protect the Uchiha clan's reputation.
"You... what are you all doing? I clearly hit the target!" Obito stammered.
Fujino Daikichi spoke again, "Obito, take another look."
Obito turned back around. His eyelid twitched violently—he opened his mouth so wide it looked like he could swallow an entire orange whole.
"What... what... how is this possible?"
It turned out he hadn't hit the test target at all. Instead, the shuriken had lodged itself in a completely different target several meters away—the one belonging to students from another group. That student stood there holding his own shuriken ready to throw, staring back at Obito in complete confusion.
In the corner, Hyuga Satori's face subtly curled into a faint smirk as he quietly retracted his finger.
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