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Hearing Kurama's words, Arata sighed. He knew how tsundere Kurama could be. Looking straight at the giant fox, he said, "Alright then, if you don't want to talk now, that's fine. But one day..." Arata locked eyes with Kurama. "I will become your best friend. After all, we're the only ones who can have each other's backs."
With that, Arata stepped down from Kurama and started walking away. As his consciousness faded from Kurama's mindscape, he opened his eyes in the real world.
Kurama scoffed and lay down, acting like he didn't care. But after a moment, he realized Arata was really gone. A strange feeling crept up inside him. His mouth twitched—was he… smiling? He quickly shook his head, covering up his emotions.
"Tch, as if some brat could be the Child of Prophecy," Kurama muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, back in the real world, Arata opened his eyes and started laughing softly. Inside his mind, he thought, Good. My plan is working.
Thanks to the system, Kurama couldn't hear his thoughts. Not that Kurama even knew he could read someone's thoughts—it was his first time being sealed inside a human, after all.
Arata smirked. Alright, time for Plan B. I'll drop some hints, maybe show him memories from my past life… something connected to his father. That'll make him wonder if I'm his father's reincarnation.
But if that didn't work…
Then I'll just tell him the truth.
Arata grinned. "Let's see how this plays out, Kurama."
A few years passe
just two Year . During this time, the Ninja Academy was finally created, thanks to Arata's advice and the agreement of all the clans.
Now, back to the present...
"Father, the Shinobi Academy..." Arata sighed. "But why do I have to go? You already know, I don't need it!"
Hashirama, his father, just laughed. "Because, my son, tomorrow, you are going to the Academy.NO QUESTION ASKED"
Arata, now 13 years old, frowned. He really didn't want to go. Why? Because he was already too strong. Thanks to his training and Hagoromo Sage body , he had an Semi Sage body. Right now, he was on par with his father, his uncle Madara, Izuna, and Tobirama. And yet, his father wanted him to attend the Academy?
"That's right!he Academy was only completed a year ago,There aren't that many people eligible to attend yet " Hashirama grinned.
Arata crossed his arms. "But, Father,...oh you want me to bethere for other to join Aswell ."
Hashirama nodded. "Yes, aside from the students from the shinobi clans, there aren't many. Civilians, for the most part, don't have the physical ability to join yet."
"So, basically," Arata said, "you want me to go just to even out the numbers?"
"Not exactly," Hashirama replied. "The thing is, there's a screening process for civilians. They have to meet certain physical standards before joining. Right now, many of them don't meet those standards."
Arata sighed. "So, what do you want me to do?"
Seeing that his son finally understood, Hashirama smiled. "You are the future head of the Senju Clan. You're already stronger than me—even more than you realize. But more importantly, I need you to set an example for the others."
Arata raised an eyebrow. "Example?"
"Yes," Hashirama continued. "Many of the clans were reluctant to send their children to train alongside others. This is the first time in history that different clans will learn together. I want you there because you have a way of making people feel at ease. If you're there, others will feel more comfortable. That's why you have to go."
Arata sighed deeply. He could already tell—his peaceful days were about to be over.
Suddenly, Arata froze.
A voice echoed in his mind.
"Ding! Your father is trying to send you to the Academy. Choose wisely!"
Three options appeared in front of him.
Option 1: Refuse him. Tell him you don't want to go to the Ninja Academy because you're already too old. In canon, most kids start at six years old, but you're already thirteen. It would be so embarrassing. And, for extra impact, yell at your father: "I don't wanna go! And F yourself!"
Reward: You get kicked out of your house for a month and have to sleep on the streets.
Arata's eye twitched. Yeah, no thanks. I don't want to live Naruto's life.
Option 2: Refuse to go because you don't need it. You're already at your father's level. If Hashirama doesn't agree, run to your mother. Uzumaki Mito will definitely save you!
Reward: Special dumbbells! Unlike regular dumbbells, these double the results of any exercise.
Arata frowned. Hmm… tempting… but useless for me. My physical strength is already beyond reason. Why do I need dumbbells?
Option 3: Agree to go to the Academy. After all, you're the son of Hashirama, and every kid in the village looks up to you. Accept your parents' decision like a good boy.
Reward: You get to ask the system one question, and it will answer honestly.
Arata rubbed his chin. Now this… this is interesting.
He glanced at his father, who was still standing there, all happy and clueless.
Option 1 and 2 are a big no. I don't want to get beaten. Bonking is bad enough, but sleeping on the streets? No way. And as much as Mom would save me, the dumbbells are useless to me.
Taking a deep breath, Arata made his decision.