"Morning, Hinata."
Kitazawa opened the door and saw a petite figure.
"Good morning, Kitazawa-sensei," Hinata Hyūga hurriedly stood up and said.
"Have a seat—let's talk."
Kitazawa walked over and sat down opposite her.
Unrolling his summoning storage scroll, he took out the breakfast he had bought, one item after another.
"Congratulations. You ranked first in the class—and first in the entire grade, too."
He handed her a rice ball and smiled.
"It was only thanks to your help, Kitazawa-sensei, that I could place first," Hinata said earnestly, holding the rice ball in her small hands. "Thank you."
"No need to be so formal."
Kitazawa gave her cheek a gentle pinch.
Hinata froze, instinctively lowered her head, and a blush spread across her face.
"There's one more thing."
Taking a bite of his own rice ball, Kitazawa asked, "Do you know what a 'model‑student representative' is?"
"N‑no… I don't," Hinata replied in a very small voice.
"This Friday the school is holding a commendation ceremony," Kitazawa explained. "One student will be chosen to speak in front of the whole school."
"C‑could it be…?"
Hinata suddenly realized what he meant, so frightened her words came out broken.
"Exactly." Kitazawa smiled. "The Hokage has already decided that you will be the model‑student representative."
"Eh?"
Hinata's pupils contracted.
Me? Give a speech? In front of the entire school?
"No, no, no—I can't do it!"
Hinata waved her hands and shook her head, utterly resistant.
"Hinata." Kitazawa took her hand. "Why not?"
"I…"
The warmth of his hand calmed her a little. Staring at it, she spaced out for a few seconds, feeling some of her anxiety melt away.
"I'm afraid I'll do a terrible job," she admitted, ears flushing red.
"Then work hard and do a good job," Kitazawa said gently. "But if you never try, you'll never succeed."
Hinata opened her mouth to object. She hesitated, yet another voice inside urged her to try—Don't disappoint Kitazawa-sensei.
"There are five days left—plenty of time," Kitazawa added with a smile. "If it truly doesn't work out, we can pick someone else then."
"O‑okay…" Hinata couldn't refuse and finally agreed.
"Write the speech draft in the next two days," Kitazawa said, noticing even the pale skin of her neck was blushing.
"Mhm." Hinata took a deep breath, but the tension remained; her mind felt blank.
"First, eat." Kitazawa set a cup of milk before her. "After class, come back to the office and work on the draft."
Hinata nodded shyly.
…
After breakfast, they went to Grade 1, Class A.
"Kitazawa-sensei!" Naruto Uzumaki shouted, brimming with excitement.
"Naruto, what's got you so happy?" Kitazawa asked.
"I did it! My new Transformation Jutsu worked!" Naruto cried, ecstatic.
Already? Kitazawa raised an eyebrow, then realized it made sense: the Transformation Jutsu is E‑rank, and the Sexy Jutsu is just an E‑rank offshoot. Kakashi Hatake—an elite jōnin and genius—would have mastered such an easy technique effortlessly and, well, it's right up his alley.
"I'll show you right now!" Naruto bubbled. "You'll be shocked, Kitazawa-sensei!"
"Hold on!" Kitazawa hurriedly stopped him. If he uses Sexy Jutsu in the classroom, my teaching career is finished!
"Demonstrate after class," he decided. "Meet me at the school training ground."
"…All right," Naruto said, disappointed—he'd hoped to amaze the class.
Kitazawa sighed in relief; his job was safe.
The first period was Will of Fire. Before it began, Kitazawa told Sasuke Uchiha to head to the training ground after class as well. Skipping class was forbidden for most students, but Sasuke—like Hinata—could keep up even without attending.
…
After class, the three met at the training ground.
"Can I show it now?" Naruto could hardly wait.
"Show what?" Sasuke asked, curious.
"My new Transformation Jutsu!" Naruto said proudly. "I invented it myself!"
"What?" Sasuke was stunned. Naruto, create a jutsu? Even he—a prodigy—hadn't done that.
Seeing the usually‑smug Sasuke speechless only made Naruto more excited.
"Sasuke, close your eyes," Kitazawa warned.
What can't I look at? Sasuke opened his eyes even wider.
"Watch closely!" Naruto formed hand seals. Chakra surged, his body morphing—
A voluptuous, completely nude blonde bombshell appeared.
Kitazawa, mentally prepared, stayed calm.
Sasuke, utterly unprepared, froze—and blood gushed from his nose.
"Well? How is it, Kitazawa-sensei?" Naruto spun once, beaming.
"Cancel the jutsu first," Kitazawa said quickly, eye twitching.
"Oh, right." Naruto dropped the transformation.
"H‑how could you create a jutsu like that?!" Sasuke, face crimson, pointed a trembling finger. He felt… unclean.
"What's wrong with it?" Naruto scratched his head.
"…" Sasuke was speechless; Naruto's guileless innocence defeated him.
"It's powerful, but only use it in the most desperate situations," Kitazawa coughed. While Naruto was forming the seals, Kitazawa had already learned Sexy Jutsu himself—it's almost identical to the basic Transformation.
"All right, back to class," Kitazawa waved.
"See you later, Kitazawa-sensei!" Naruto trotted off.
Just then, three glowing lines appeared before Kitazawa's eyes:
[Current Mission: Learn lifelong rival Uzumaki Naruto's exclusive jutsu—Sexy Jutsu
[Reward: 1/10 Chakra Card to maximum chakra capacity.]
[Mission complete. Reward granted.]
Kitazawa instinctively clenched his fist.
Something surged within him.
This is power!
After adjusting, he formed hand seals. Sasuke's jaw dropped as a ten‑meter‑wide fireball materialized in front of him, its searing heat like staring at the sun.
"Does this Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique surpass your brother's?" Kitazawa asked, smiling. With the extra chakra one‑tenth of a card, he'd jumped from low chūnin to high chūnin—close to Kurenai Yūhi's half‑step jōnin level.
"Y‑yes," Sasuke swallowed.
"Good. Now I'll teach you fire nature chakra transformation." Kitazawa turned serious. "What's the essence of fire chakra?"
"Burning," Sasuke answered after a moment's thought.
"Correct." Kitazawa glanced around, picked up a leaf, and said, "Your training is simple—make this leaf ignite."
Sasuke held the leaf in his left hand, placing his right hand above it. Drawing in a deep breath, he gathered fire chakra in his palm. The scorching chakra dried the leaf's surface—but it was still far from bursting into flame.
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