This kid… is he really a dead-last?!
Ebisu was dumbfounded.
A so-called "dead-last" with a deep mastery of ninjutsu, and chakra control so fine it's like a hair's breadth?!
That's terrifying!
If someone like this counts as dead-last, then doesn't that mean there's not a single good student in all of Konoha?
...
Hokage's Office.
The Third Hokage had just taken a sip of tea when he saw his precious grandson successfully pull off a Rasengan, blasting a deep, wide crater into the ground.
Pfft—
Cough! Cough!
The shock hit him so hard he choked on his tea, coughing violently.
Unpleasant as it was to choke, Sarutobi Hiruzen was smiling.
He was proud that his mischievous little grandson had learned a ninjutsu in such a short time.
But even more, he was stunned at Shinju's terrifying teaching ability!
No one knew his grandson's temperament and talent better than the Third Hokage.
Shinju not only grasped Konohamaru's personality perfectly, but also taught according to his needs!
With sharp words and profound understanding of ninjutsu…
In a single day, he had taught Konohamaru to master an extremely difficult A-rank ninjutsu!
Terrifying comprehension!
Terrifying insight!
And terrifying teaching skills!
The Third could already see it: if all went well, Shinju would become a rising star in the shinobi world—
A super-genius who would make every great nation wary and afraid!
...
Outside the village, at Shinju and Konohamaru's training spot.
After blasting a giant crater into the ground with Rasengan, Konohamaru hurried to defend his niichan:
"Ebisu-sensei, I told you, everything Shinju-niichan teaches is amazing!"
Right now, Ebisu's expression was… complicated.
He was shocked by Shinju's understanding of ninjutsu and teaching ability, but couldn't bring himself to praise him—
Especially after mocking him just moments ago.
While Ebisu's face was still tangled with hesitation, the Third Hokage's voice suddenly echoed in his ears:
"As a teacher, you should recognize your own shortcomings and have the courage to correct them. And one more thing—acknowledging someone else's excellence is not that hard."
Ebisu froze at the old, weathered voice.
"Third… you've been watching me? Looks like this time, it's true—I've been far too narrow-minded as a teacher…" he muttered.
Ebisu immediately bowed deeply to Shinju.
"I'm sorry!! Shinju, you're not a dead-last at all. I apologize for what I said earlier! You proved everything with your own strength and teaching skill!"
Shinju scratched his head—he hadn't taken Ebisu's earlier words to heart.
After all, in class he really was a dead-last…
But since the man was willing to apologize, he might as well accept it.
"It's fine. You calling me dead-last was pretty accurate. I'm not mad," Shinju said, waving it off.
Hearing this, Ebisu thought Shinju was subtly pointing out his own narrowness, and lowered his head even further.
"I truly am sorry. As a teacher, I shouldn't be prejudiced against any student. I made a big mistake!"
Shinju just blinked in confusion.
Why another apology…?
After finishing, Ebisu took Konohamaru's hand.
"Today's lesson has been delayed too long. Time to get back to studying."
Konohamaru made a sour face.
"Aww? I don't want to go back, I wanna keep training with Shinju-niichan! (✘Д✘๑)"
Shinju waved him off.
"Go back with your teacher. I've got my final exams coming up and a lot to do. No time to play with you."
Konohamaru sighed, waved to Shinju, and was led away by Ebisu.
Only after Konohamaru left did Shinju remember the reason he came out in the first place—buy groceries for dinner…
He'd wasted so much time, he was actually getting hungry…
...
Naruto's place.
After training, Naruto was so hungry his ribs were practically touching his spine.
He tore through his apartment, searching for food.
After checking every spot, he realized all the food had been eaten in the past few days.
The starving Naruto flopped onto the floor, looking weak.
_(´□」 ∠)_`
"That Shinju said he was going grocery shopping this morning… why isn't he back yet? I'm starving to death…" Naruto grumbled.
Just then, the door opened.
Shinju walked in, carrying bags of groceries.
Naruto's eyes lit up instantly: (´◊ω◊｀)
In a blur faster than Flying Thunder God, he was at Shinju's side!
He rummaged through the grocery bags, trying to find something ready to eat.
But all he saw was raw meat and vegetables—the only edible thing was two carrots…
"Why didn't you buy some instant noodles? You don't even know, I was this close to starving to death… (´இ皿இ｀)"
Naruto grabbed a carrot, didn't even wash it, and chomped down.
"Oh, right—you mentioning it made me remember," Shinju said, smacking his forehead.
He'd completely forgotten instant food.
"You just remembered now?" Naruto pouted.
Before he could finish complaining, Shinju vanished on the spot.
Three seconds later, he reappeared in a flash, holding an entire box of cup noodles.
"I put a teleportation mark in a corner of the market. Makes shopping way easier," Shinju said with satisfaction.
Naruto didn't even listen—his eyes turned green as he snatched the box, tore one open, and started wolfing it down.
Shinju could only shake his head helplessly, heading into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
As a modern, well-rounded elementary schooler…
He excelled in morals, intellect, fitness, art, and labor!
Cooking was no problem for him.
Tonight, he planned to make corn and pork rib soup for a good meal.
An hour and a half later, the soup was ready.
Naruto eyed the pot Shinju brought to the table suspiciously.
"This… you made this?"
Shinju nodded. "Yeah. Doesn't it smell good?"
Naruto shook his head, frowning.
"No—it smells too good! Weren't you only good at fried rice before? How can you make soup now?!"
He'd been friends with Shinju since they were little.
He knew everything about him—down to how many moles he had on his butt.
But in all these years, he'd never seen Shinju display such cooking skills!
"Ah, well… of course I figured it out! Cooking's just like learning ninjutsu—if you're willing to put your heart into it, nothing's impossible!" Shinju said casually.
He couldn't exactly say he was a super-grade elementary schooler from another world, could he?
Naruto was still a bit suspicious, but about 70–80% convinced.
After all, Shinju already showed absurd talent with ninjutsu—being good at cooking wasn't that strange…
Seeing Naruto deep in thought, Shinju dropped a rib into his bowl to block his train of thought.
"Alright, enough thinking. Eat before the soup gets cold!"
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