Qingquan leaned back against the chair, scratching his scalp as he stared at the booklet in the trash can—now torn into countless pieces. For the first time, he felt a hint of embarrassment about the class he was about to teach.
Otherwise… could he borrow a copy from someone else?
Even though he himself was fairly well-educated, a teacher still needed a textbook. He couldn't exactly walk into class empty-handed and face those little brats, could he? Of all professions, the one Qingquan respected most was that of scholars.
His gaze shifted to a scruffy, bearded chūnin teacher at the next desk, who was rummaging around under his table.
"Hey—you. Can I borrow a Ninja Code handbook?"
The bearded chūnin looked up in surprise, then casually handed over the booklet beside him.
"Qingquan, you didn't lose yours, did you?"
"Oh come on," Qingquan replied with a sincere smile, waving his hand as he accepted it."I, Shi Ba Qingquan—how could I make such a low-level mistake?"
The bearded man felt that something was off, but he was in a hurry to organize his materials. After a moment's hesitation, he buried his head back under the desk.
Qingquan opened the booklet again and took out a pen. This time, unlike before, he didn't act on impulse. Instead, he began writing annotations in the margins.
For example, he crossed out "Mission above personal life."And next to "Abandon teammates if necessary," he wrote in red ink:
"Even if the gods descend, you must bring your brothers' bodies home."
"Mm." Qingquan nodded, very satisfied with his edits.
Ding-ling-ling—
The class bell rang right on time.
He straightened up, tugged at his pants, and strode toward the classroom with sharp eyes—like a general marching into battle.
Meanwhile, inside the classroom—
The students were half-asleep.
Although the first period was usually the most energetic, this class was taught by the ever-serious and responsible Teacher Si Ba Qingquan. And recently, the topic had been the same old dull "Ninja Code of Conduct."
It was basically the ninja world's version of moral education. Necessary, yes—but unbearably boring for kids.
Konohamaru sat by the window at the edge of the classroom, lazily spinning his pen while pondering how to improve his "harem-building skills."
Naruto-niisan only came to see me once recently, and now he's fully immersed in training. I've got nothing to do—and I still have to sit through boring ninja theory class? Is that reasonable? Of course it isn't.
"Sigh…"A wave of despair washed over him. If Qingquan-sensei weren't so strict about attendance, he would've slipped out long ago.
"Boom!"
Heavy, thunderous footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Konohamaru shuddered instinctively.
That's not Qingquan-sensei's footsteps… Did they change teachers?!
Joy flashed across his face.
Then he tensed—and saw a massive figure standing at the doorway. The man's gaze was fierce but not angry, deep wrinkles carved into his forehead, thick eyebrows brimming with vitality.
The children fell silent, confusion spreading through the room.
Qingquan-sensei seemed… different today.
Only Konohamaru felt his mood crash harder than when he saw Chiyo's swimsuit photos.
Still the same old antique.
But Qingquan felt the exact opposite.
Hey!I'm a teacher now!
The thought made his blood boil. His excitement surged uncontrollably as the hardened man casually walked to the podium, tossed the booklet onto the desk, planted his hands on his hips, and shook his head.
"My students—no, I should say, my brothers and sisters of Konoha," he began."If I've done anything wrong in the past, offended you, or made you resent me… then please, bear with it."
He didn't know why, but he found himself scanning the room with a faintly smug expression, like a battlefield general surveying his troops. Then suddenly, he raised his voice:
"Of course—even if you don't want to, you'll still have to endure it! What else can you do?!"
The kids' eyes widened. They looked at one another, utterly confused about their lives.
If they had read the original novel, they would've wondered whether they had been trapped in the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
"Uh… Sensei?"A timid voice spoke up.
"Eh?!"Qingquan's hawk-like gaze instantly locked onto a bespectacled girl in the front row—the top student in theory.
"We… don't object to you," she said weakly, clearly intimidated."Can we… start the lesson?"
Qingquan nodded with satisfaction, growing more animated as he spoke.
"Hah! Either way, you can't beat me. Anyone with objections—come up here and spar with me!"
The classroom went dead silent.
Everyone stared at one another, completely unable to understand what Qingquan's provocation was supposed to mean.
That was the nature of time travelers—they could act however they pleased. But NPCs from the original story still had far too much to worry about.
At that moment, a figure by the window suddenly sat upright.
Konohamaru didn't understand what was happening, but Qingquan-sensei's words made him feel inexplicably excited.
"All right," Qingquan said."Today, we're going to talk about what the hell the Will of Fire actually is."
He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a piece of chalk, and swiftly wrote several large characters on the blackboard. When he finished, he stared at it proudly, looking almost drunk.
So this is what it feels like to write on a blackboard as a teacher?I like this feeling.
Turning back, he saw everyone opening their textbooks and immediately scowled.
"Close all those books!"
"What…?"
"What's wrong with Qingquan-sensei today?"
"This is weird—he always said textbooks were the most important…"
Long-suppressed doubts erupted like a flood, whispers quickly filling the classroom.
Qingquan narrowed his eyes, unsurprised. Back in the day, he'd been the troublemaker of his squad too—constantly getting beaten by the captain. Who hadn't gone through a reckless, arrogant phase?
Then suddenly, he raised his hand.
Those damn chakras seemed to gather instinctively in his palm—and he slammed it down on the desk!
Bang!
The sound exploded like a bomb.
Girls screamed. Boys covered their faces. The classroom descended into chaos, objects clattering everywhere.
"Damn it—were you even listening?!" Qingquan roared."You're still relying on textbooks in class? When the enemy comes, are you going to beat them to death with a book?!"
Everyone was stunned.
Only then did they realize—somehow, the classroom no longer felt like it contained textbooks at all.
"Listen up. I've studied the Will of Fire already. It's simple. I don't need this piece of trash!"
Qingquan paced back and forth, as if carving a road through the room. Suddenly, he slammed his solid chest with a resounding thump, his voice ringing like a bell:
"The Will of Fire is a spirit!At crossroads of life and death—the brave prevail!When facing a powerful enemy, even knowing defeat is certain, you still draw your blade!Even if you fall, you become a mountain! A backbone!Burn yourself—to light the way for others!"
No number of exclamation marks could fully convey Qingquan's excitement at that moment.
Amid the chaos, the young shoots of Konoha felt as if they had encountered fertilizer straight from legend. The taste was intense—but damn it, it was nourishing.
Konohamaru jumped to his feet.
He didn't know why he felt so fired up. He only knew that Qingquan-sensei looked unusually handsome today.
Outside the classroom, in a shadowy corner—
Iruka stared at the scene in front of him as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"We must report this to the Hokage immediately…"He trembled as he took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face.
Meanwhile, Comrade Qingquan knew absolutely nothing about ANBU interrogations or memory extraction.
He only knew one thing:
Teaching today felt damn good.
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