The classroom buzzed with laughter and chatter, but Hyuga Satori was in a state of panic.
He saw a man with a balding hairstyle asking students to introduce themselves. One by one, they stood up, and each introduction was met with laughter and applause.
Didn't I fall asleep while working overtime? How did I end up in the Naruto world? Judging from the situation, this seems like the first class of the school year.
Satori glanced around the classroom. Seeing many familiar faces, he panicked even more.
That guy in the front row has thick hair and proudly declared during his introduction, "My father is the Hokage!" He must be the future underground black market's unit of bounty measurement—his head became a cash prize for a top-tier money-obsessed freak.
The arrogant silver-haired guy sitting in the middle of the second row wore a black mask. If Satori remembered correctly, this kid would become the chakra unit himself—the infamous Karma Opener.
Soon after, his father committed suicide, he lost an eye during the Third Great Ninja War, and his best friend died by his own hands. Everyone connected to him seemed doomed to tragedy... Poor bastard.
The student behind him wore goggles and had the Uchiha clan symbol on his clothes. During his loud and obnoxious introduction, he shouted about becoming the Hokage. That idiotic teen would grow up to be a major boss in the ninja world, one of the masterminds behind the scenes. A man so heartless he nearly destroyed the world over a failed romance—ultimately dying so thoroughly not even ashes were left!
Satori turned his attention toward another student giving his self-introduction.
This guy's teeth shining like flashlights as he kept shouting about "youth!" Looks like the only commoner to defy fate—he nearly kicked his way into the finale. His fighting style earned high praise from Madara himself, earning him the title of Strongest Taijutsu user!
But it didn't matter. The dude spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair anyway.
As for the other classmates, Satori recognized only a few. All expendable background characters—no, make that utterly disposable extras. During the Third War in a few years, most of them would get wiped out. Very few would survive until the finale.
The more he looked, the more terrified he became.
If he belonged to the Main House of the Hyuga clan, things wouldn't be too bad. Protected by all those Branch House lackeys, he might survive until the end as long as he didn't go looking for trouble. But according to the original memories, he was born into the Branch House, both parents were already dead, and within the Hyuga clan, he was among the most despised.
Game over. GGWP.
This was a true nightmare beginning.
Fine, whatever—you want me to be reincarnated? At least put me somewhere safe! Instead, I land in the Naruto world where lives are cheaper than dirt. Worse yet, the timeline places me right before the deadliest era of the Third War.
Kannabi Bridge massacre… Mount Katsura battle… Satori couldn't even bear to imagine how he'd survive it all.
Just when Satori was lost in despair, a voice pulled him back to reality.
"Hyuga Satori, it's your turn to introduce yourself."
He lifted his head, Satori saw Instructor Fujino Daikichi smiling at him. The entire class had turned their eyes toward him.
Seeing no choice, Satori reluctantly rose to his feet.
"My name is Hyuga Satori. I'm from the Hyuga clan. My favorite foods are ramen and grilled meat. As for my dream… my dream is…"
He hesitated for a moment, then said firmly:
"To survive until the very end."
The classroom fell silent immediately, filled with puzzled and hesitant gazes directed at Hyuga Satori. Survive until the final chapter? What in the world is that supposed to mean?
Fujino Daikichi gave an awkward chuckle, rubbing his thinning hair.
"It seems like Satori enjoys reading comics too much. 'Final chapter' only exists in manga. I hope in the future you won't get so absorbed in comics anymore."
"Yes."
Satori gave a perfunctory reply and sat down. He clearly remembered how few of his classmates actually made it to the final chapter.
Once the few background students had finished introducing themselves, Fujino cleared his throat and said, "Alright everyone, our opening introductions are now finished. Let's begin our first class. Please open your textbooks to The Will of Fire."
Satori flipped through the red textbook on his desk. It was filled with nothing but shallow praise for the Will of Fire—utterly useless.
At the podium, Fujino preached passionately about the Will of Fire while most students listened attentively and with great interest.
But Satori couldn't sit through it. He flipped several more pages and stared at the pages, eventually realizing what the subtext really screamed—cult-like brainwashing.
Have I fallen into some kind of cult indoctrination center? Is this all Konoha Village's political propaganda?
Where are the guiding principles? The ideological framework? The detailed standards and measures?
All it did was preach how we're all one big family, how we must protect the children, protect the village, sacrifice everything for the village, and dedicate ourselves.
The thing is… I'm just six years old! Are you seriously asking me to go to the battlefield and sacrifice myself? Why don't you sacrifice yourself then?
Back in his past life, watching the anime, Satori hadn't noticed this, but now that he was inside it all, reincarnated as one of them, he could see just how absurd it truly was.
After his initial panic subsided, Satori gradually calmed down. After all, within this body resided the soul of an adult—one whose experience and thinking far surpassed those of a mere child.
Inside the classroom, Fujino's loud recitation about the Will of Fire continued, but Satori had already turned his gaze outside the window, racing through plans in his mind. Today was his first day at the Ninja Academy—and the start of his ninja journey. He needed to start a rigorous training plan right away.
For his dream—or rather, his goal—to survive until the final chapter.
Creak!
Pushing open the creaking wooden door, Satori entered an old courtyard. This was the house his parents had left him. It wasn't big, but it had everything he needed.
A full day at the Ninja Academy had offered nothing but boring lectures about the Will of Fire. There hadn't been a single practical or ninjutsu class on the schedule.
However, throughout the day, he had fully absorbed the original boy's memories.
He had no memory of his mother—she seemed to have died during childbirth. His father had been a branch house guard—an elite Chunin who died during a mission to protect the main family. Thanks to this, Satori was able to inherit his father's house as an infant and gain the privilege to attend the Ninja Academy.
Otherwise, in the cutthroat and rigidly hierarchical Hyuga clan, even the inheritance his father left behind would ultimately be seized by the clan.
About half a year ago, he had been branded with the Caged Bird Seal, officially becoming a member of the Branch House. His future path would probably mirror his father's—serving as a protector of the Main Family, fated to sacrifice his life for their "glorified" cause.
Headache...
Hyuga Satori massaged his temples. Not every Branch House member had a father who was the Branch House leader; having an uncle who was the head of the Main Family wasn't much help when his monthly stipend was just a thousand taels of silver. After covering basic necessities like food and daily expenses, barely anything remained for training.
That guy who constantly ranted about defying fate? Lived carefree, enjoying the most privileged treatment the Hyuga clan had to offer. In contrast, most Branch House members like him struggled just to meet their basic needs.
Letting out a sigh, Hyuga Satori pushed away these distracting thoughts—he had no time for that now. After a full day of lessons, his stomach had been growling with hunger for quite some time already.
He checked what ingredients were left in the kitchen and decided to treat himself today.
Life was already miserable enough; he refused to let his stomach share the same misery.
Just as he reached out to grab a cooking pot, something unexpected happened. The moment his hand approached the iron pan, it suddenly vibrated uncontrollably. At the same time, all metal objects within the kitchen started vibrating nonstop, as if performing a cacophonous symphony of metallic resonance.
Satori stood frozen in place at the center, while something inside his mind seemed to shatter into pieces, coalescing into a swirling vortex of blue and violet light, beneath which appeared a line of small text:
[Electromagnetism: Level 1] [Experience Required for Next Level: 2000 Points]
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