"Good morning, everyone. I'm Iruka Umino, and I'll be your homeroom teacher from now on."
As the class bell rang, a young man in a green flak jacket stepped into the classroom. Standing at the podium, he introduced himself to Izayoi and the others with a warm smile. "Before we dive into lessons, let's get to know each other. We'll start with the first row on the left."
"My name is…"
"Hi, everyone! I'm Ino Yamanaka. Nice to meet you all!"
"I'm Shino Aburame."
"Sasuke Uchiha."
"I'm Naruto Uzumaki, the future Hokage! Remember that name!"
Each student's introduction revealed a slice of their personality. The most conspicuous was Naruto, currently the object of Iruka's disapproval. Being new to the class, his brash declaration didn't draw the usual chorus of mockery.
When Hinata's turn came, she spoke softly, stuttering, "I-I'm Hinata Hyuga. P-please… take care of me."
Her shy demeanor stood in stark contrast to the vibrant confidence of Ino Yamanaka. In an ordinary world, such a timid heiress might easily face isolation or bullying, but this was no ordinary place.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Izayoi."
Rising to speak, Izayoi kept his introduction simple. Yet his face, as striking as Sasuke's, caught the attention of several girls. Though he'd long known this world's children matured quickly, the intensity of their gazes made him inwardly marvel.
Independent at three, aware of romance by five or six, sent to war before twelve in times of conflict, and hailed as saviors by sixteen or seventeen—this world was absurdly accelerated. That's why the title of genius carried such weight in the Naruto universe.
After introductions, a familiar ritual followed.
Textbooks!
But when Izayoi received his, the corners of his mouth twitched.
Language and math were expected. Biology, medicine, and chemistry? What was this nonsense?
Suddenly, he understood why the kids here grasped romance so early. This precocity was apparently standard.
Beyond textbooks, Iruka distributed a scroll to each student, detailing the method for chakra extraction.
"Chakra is a unique energy formed by blending physical energy, drawn from the body's one hundred thirty trillion cells, with mental energy, in precise proportions," Iruka explained. "It's the key to becoming a ninja. The entrance exam filtered for students with sufficient physical and mental energy, those most likely to succeed as ninja."
"Knowledge and physical training enhance both energies, so for those who haven't yet produced chakra, study hard. If you don't progress by the end of the observation period, you may be asked to leave."
At this, students from civilian families, still unable to produce chakra, visibly tensed. For a while, they'd likely be Iruka's model students.
Izayoi didn't bother to correct their misconceptions. While the academy didn't explicitly segregate into honors and remedial classes, Class 1 of the first year was a cut above. Beyond clan heirs, every civilian here had exceptional potential.
A single glance told Izayoi that all his classmates had at least white-tier talent entries, with many boasting green-tier Chunin Potential. Even if they failed the graduation exam, they'd still reach genin-level strength. Those with green entries, barring untimely death, were destined for chunin.
Clan heirs like Ino Yamanaka all held Jonin Potential (Blue). But Sakura Haruno's talents caught Izayoi's eye. Her Ninja Aptitude was merely green-tier Chunin Potential, yet her Chakra Control entry reached Kekkei Genkai-level purple.
With such an elite Chakra Control talent, her ceiling was still only chunin. Like Hinata, whose red-tier Princess of the Byakugan was capped at jonin potential without a life-altering change, Sakura's limit was chunin unless she defied fate. If she did, she'd rise to become one of the new generation's Sannin.
After distributing books and scrolls, Iruka wasted no time, launching into lessons. Mornings were for academics, afternoons for physical education.
P.E. included fitness training and stone-throwing to teach precision, but nothing advanced—no Three Basic Techniques, no Body Flicker, no Concealment, no kunai or shuriken practice, and no taijutsu sparring. The first semester of first year was clearly about building foundations in knowledge and stamina.
Izayoi participated at first, but once he realized taijutsu sparring wasn't on the horizon, he stopped attending in person.
Having acquired the Otsutsuki Bloodline at three, his chakra reserves were monstrous. Not even the current Naruto, unable to refine chakra, could compare, nor could the five- or six-year-old Kakashi Hatake from the original story, who'd performed Multiple Shadow Clones in class. Izayoi's Shadow Clones surpassed even Itachi Uchiha's in durability and longevity.
Sending a clone to school in his place, Izayoi's real body used the Transformation Technique to disguise himself as a teenager. He headed to an abandoned training ground in the wilderness to practice ninjutsu.
"Wind Release: Gale Palm!"
On the open field, Izayoi went through the motions of weaving hand signs, compressing chakra-converted wind into his palm to form a vortex. With a thrust, it erupted into a ferocious gust, kicking up clouds of dust.
Yes, he was only pretending to weave signs.
Izayoi didn't need them.
To be precise, aside from auxiliary techniques like the Three Basic Techniques or Shadow Clone, he could perform all Five Elemental Releases without hand signs.
Undoubtedly, not all red-tier entries were equal. The Otsutsuki Bloodline outshone the Sage Body, Sage Eye, and Princess of the Byakugan. It granted not only immense chakra but also an absurd ninjutsu aptitude. Like the Otsutsuki clan members before Indra invented hand signs, Izayoi could unleash elemental jutsu without them.
Even Hashirama Senju clapped his hands to summon techniques. Izayoi needed no such flourish.
This wasn't just an extraordinary ninjutsu talent—it was a trump card. When enemies expected him to weave signs, a sudden jutsu would catch them off guard.
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