Early morning, July 7th — Konoha Village
Shi Baqingquan woke up to sunlight streaming into the room, faint dark circles under his eyes. He rolled over like a cricket pupa, trying to steal a little more sleep.
Suddenly, as if remembering something important, he sprang upright. The already narrow bed let out an ominous creak.
"Damn it…" Qingquan scratched his back, stretched impatiently, and began changing his clothes.
A moment later, he stared at himself in the mirror, thick brows knotted together, deep wrinkles etched across his forehead.
"I don't know which bastard dragged me into this pansy-ass world. And this ninja outfit—why is it so flashy?!"
He despised the clothes in the wardrobe, but what annoyed him even more was the biological rhythm engraved into his body by instinct.
At this hour every day, he would wake up, meditate, train—and then excitedly run to the ninja academy to look after a bunch of kids whose asses were smaller than his palm.
What kind of iron man could endure that?!Well—mainly he couldn't.
He was used to hardship, but taking care of children completely baffled him.
"Forget it, forget it. Raising kids is just like commanding troops into battle. The key is ruthlessness! You've gotta be manly! Like that guy on the far left of the Hokage Rock—clap your hands and whoosh! A forest of towering trees pops straight out of the ground!"
Qingquan couldn't help gazing into the distance.
As fragments of memory pieced together the strange rules of this world, he was utterly shocked.
Holy crap—Italian artillery doesn't even compare to these muscleheads casually roaring?!Amazing. Truly manly!
He ran to the fridge, stuffed last night's snacks into his mouth, then headed toward the ninja academy.
As for meditation?Bullshit.
The streets of Konoha were quiet in the early morning. Only breakfast shops and a few passersby gave the village a hint of life.
He squinted.
These low Japanese-style buildings and neat streets were nothing like the farmland, mud houses, marketplaces, and narrow paths he remembered.
And you call this a village?
He entered the ninja academy and went straight to the office.
He was alone.
The layout wasn't much different from the modern world, but the ninja tools scattered across the desks reminded him—this was a ninja world.
Qingquan walked to his workstation, stretched comfortably in the chair, and casually glanced at the schedule on the desk.
"Code of Ninja Conduct?"
What surprised him wasn't the upcoming class—but the fact that he could actually read these complex symbols.
"So I am an educated man," Qingquan nodded with satisfaction. The crow's-feet at the corners of his eyes deepened as he smiled.
He quickly found the not-too-thick Guidelines booklet and began flipping through it, pointing here and there, savoring the "vast knowledge" befitting an educated person.
Then suddenly—his brow furrowed.
His finger stopped on a line of small text:
Mission above personal life.
"Bang!!"
Qingquan slammed his palm onto the desk, the echo booming through the empty office.
"Nonsense! When have I ever abandoned my brothers while leading troops into battle?!"
So this was the price of being educated.
He stared at those infuriating words, wishing he could swallow them whole.
A damn book.
He wanted to throw the Guidelines straight into the trash, but that felt too boring. His brain ticked, he slapped his head—and instantly came up with a better idea.
Stab it to pieces with a kunai.
This was Qingquan's Three-Slap Decision Method:Slap your head to plan, slap your chest to commit, slap your thigh to deal with the consequences.
I reached for my ninja tool pouch—Oh. I forgot to bring it.
At that moment, the energetic Iruka walked into the office. He glanced at Qingquan and greeted him loudly.
"Hey, Qingquan! You're early today. Not training?"
He knew Qingquan's ascetic habits—normally Iruka arrived first, Qingquan second.
Qingquan turned his head, and the name Iruka instantly surfaced in his mind.
"Perfect timing. Iruka, hand me a kunai."
Iruka froze, staring at him in disbelief.
Was this really the gentle, refined Qingquan?
Seeing Iruka standing there dumbfounded, Qingquan's thick brows nearly fused together.
"What's wrong with you, kid? I said a kunai. A kunai!"
"Oh… okay."Iruka tossed him a kunai.
Qingquan caught it, gripping the blade's tip in his bare palm—
"Hey, watch this!"He wasn't angry. He adjusted his stance, then thrust straight toward the Guidelines—
Thud! Thud!
Iruka's eyes went wide.
He hadn't expected Qingquan to be so aggressive today. Was he hallucinating? Or had he eaten something bad?
"Qingquan!"Iruka rushed over and snatched the now-shredded booklet from his hands. His eyes were just as wide as Qingquan's.
"Good grief—Iruka, what are you doing?!"
Qingquan shot to his feet, glaring fiercely at Iruka as if he were a demon!
No—Iruka was a demon to begin with.
Iruka staggered back two steps. Though he didn't cry out, he knew how to break an illusion.
"Th-this is school property… you can't just stab it," he said, his voice trembling.
But Qingquan ignored him.
He strode forward, snatched the booklet back, and tossed it into the trash.
"That trash teaches people to abandon their teammates! I've never seen a more useless book!"
"What's going on here?"
Several other teachers entered the office mid-argument, confusion written on their faces after hearing the shout.
Iruka didn't call for disciplinary action. He seemed to understand Qingquan's anger, yet was equally baffled by his extremism.
Qingquan was about to ask for their opinions when Iruka suddenly smiled and said:
"We were just discussing teaching methods. Everything's fine now."
Then he patted Qingquan on the shoulder and guided him back to his desk.
"You've got class soon, right? Shouldn't you get ready?"
Hearing that, Qingquan slapped his thigh.
"Right! I've got class. Better tidy up."
"Hmph. Next time I'll really fight you properly!"
No one paid it much attention—arguments over teaching weren't unusual. The teachers returned to their desks to prepare lessons and grade work.
Iruka also went back to his seat, but his gaze kept drifting toward Qingquan.
"A hallucination… he must be under a genjutsu," Iruka concluded silently.
He quickly slipped into a blind spot, formed hand seals, and released Kai.
"…I wonder if he'll return to normal."
Iruka thought to himself, already considering whether he should secretly sit in on Qingquan's class.
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