Kitazawa returned to his office.
After sitting down, he took out the schedule for First-Year Class A.
As the homeroom teacher, he taught fewer classes than Umino Iruka—but every one of them was a core subject.
Three classes in total: The Will of Fire, Konoha History, and Practical Combat Training.
Among them, practical combat had the most hours.
A ninja could lack culture—but never strength.
Practical combat focused on the Three Basic Techniques, standard ninja tool usage, trap identification and placement, and similar fundamentals.
Time passed steadily, and soon it was the final class of the day—the practical session.
Much like students in his previous life: eight classes a day, four in the morning, four in the afternoon, forty-five minutes each.
"This class is practical training."
Standing at the classroom door, Kitazawa said, "Everyone, follow me to the training ground."
"Teacher Kitazawa, are we learning ninjutsu today?"
Naruto's eyes lit up as he asked eagerly.
Most of the students didn't speak, but anticipation was written all over their faces.
Only students from ninja clans—like Uchiha Sasuke and Nara Shikamaru—remained calm.
They already had family techniques.
By the time civilian students were still struggling with the Three Basic Techniques, they had already learned Fire Release, Gentle Fist, or unique secret arts.
And those techniques were things academy teachers wouldn't—and couldn't—teach.
For them, enrolling in the academy was mainly about building connections and expanding knowledge.
Naruto was the exception.
Despite being the Nine-Tails' jinchūriki and the son of the Fourth Hokage, no one taught him anything.
"You're not fully familiar with chakra extraction yet, so we won't learn ninjutsu today."
Facing their gaze, Kitazawa said, "This class will focus on kunai throwing."
"Ninja tools are fine too."
Naruto was a little disappointed—but only a little.
For ninja, ninjutsu and tools were equally important.
"How boring."
Sasuke shook his head.
When it came to ninja tools, few in all of Konoha could compare to the Uchiha clan.
They possessed the Sharingan—a Kekkei Genkai with perception, hypnosis, and copying abilities.
It gave them a massive advantage in tool usage, even allowing them to create techniques.
For example—Manipulated Shuriken Technique.
The group arrived at the training field.
"Before we start, I have one announcement."
Kitazawa clapped his hands.
"We're going to choose a class representative."
"I want to be a class rep!"
Naruto snapped to attention immediately.
"Me too!"
Several others chimed in.
Even Sasuke showed a flicker of interest.
If he became class rep, maybe he'd finally earn the praise he wanted.
"Do you know what a class representative actually does?"
Kitazawa asked with a smile.
"Manage the whole class!"
"It's basically like Hokage—I'll call it Class-kage!"
"The Class-kage is mine!"
All kinds of nonsense answers rang out.
"The main job of a class representative is to assist the teacher and help classmates—relaying instructions, collecting homework, things like that."
Kitazawa's mouth twitched.
His gaze subconsciously drifted to the boy who said Class-kage.
Could he be… a genius?
"Waste of time."
Sasuke curled his lip.
As an Uchiha, serving ordinary students like this?
If his father found out, praise would be the last thing—he'd probably get spun like a top.
"Too troublesome."
Shikamaru muttered.
In an instant, most students lost interest.
"Those who still want to be class representatives—raise your hands."
Seeing his goal achieved, Kitazawa smiled.
Naruto raised his hand immediately.
Aside from him, three others did as well.
"Very good."
Kitazawa nodded.
"From today onward, the four of you will be vice class representatives."
"Vice reps? Then who's the class rep?"
Naruto scratched his head in confusion.
"I am."
Kitazawa said calmly, "For this semester, I'll serve as class representative and observe you."
"Next semester, the most outstanding among you will inherit the position."
[Current Mission: Become the class representative of First-Year Class A.]
[Mission completed. Reward issued: Water Attribute.]
Seeing the system notification, Kitazawa felt a surge of joy.
This dumb system was way too easy to fool.
Water Attribute—acquired.
"Alright, let's begin the lesson."
Kitazawa took out a summoning storage scroll, placed it on the ground, and unrolled it.
Hand seals formed.
With a bang, smoke erupted, revealing a pile of wooden targets and kunai.
"Vice class reps," Kitazawa instructed,
"Two of you set up the targets. Two of you distribute the kunai."
"Yes!"
Naruto responded enthusiastically.
In his eyes, becoming class rep—or vice rep—was another step toward his dream of earning everyone's recognition.
"We'll begin practical training now."
After fifteen minutes of explanation, Kitazawa said,
"Your goal is to hit the fixed targets."
Swish.
Sasuke flicked his wrist.
Using what could only be described as gun-fu, the kunai curved midair and struck the bullseye dead center.
"Wow!"
Led by Sakura, the girls erupted into excited cheers.
Nice flex.
Kitazawa smelled pure showing-off.
No wonder Sasuke's task was such a headache.
"I can do that too!"
Naruto, annoyed by Sasuke's smugness, shouted,
"I'm throwing!"
He hurled his kunai with all his strength.
"Hey—I hit it!"
Naruto looked over and shouted excitedly.
"Naruto… that's my target."
Shikamaru sighed helplessly.
Naruto froze on the spot.
"Mistakes happen."
Kitazawa paused, then smiled.
"Students who hit the bullseye will receive a snack gift pack."
"Snacks?!"
Chōji's eyes instantly turned into bells.
"Yes!"
The class erupted into cheers.
No matter how mature kids in the ninja world were—they were still kids. Snacks were irresistible.
"Childish."
Sasuke snorted.
He wasn't a three-year-old anymore—he was almost six!
Fueled by snacks, the class became lively and energetic.
"Thank you, Teacher Kitazawa!"
The moment the bell rang, Chōji rushed forward at lightning speed, proving what it meant to be a nimble fat guy.
"H-Hinata, don't leave yet. Wait for me."
When it was Hinata's turn, Kitazawa spoke.
"A-ah… okay."
Feeling everyone's gazes, Hinata's face warmed.
She accepted the snacks, lowered her head, and nervously clutched the hem of her clothes.
"Naruto, this one's for you."
After everyone else left, Kitazawa tossed Naruto a snack pack.
"I can't take it."
Naruto shook his head.
"I didn't hit the bullseye."
In the original story, Naruto's academy performance was terrible—dead last.
Honestly speaking, Naruto was a classic stats monster.
He didn't need technique—just brute force.
And, of course, the Nine-Tails' interference played a role.
In truth, Naruto was a once-in-ten-thousand genius.
"It's only a matter of time."
Kitazawa smiled.
"I believe you'll definitely do it."
"I…"
Naruto felt warmth spread through his body.
Clutching the snacks, he didn't know what to say.
"Go home and rest well. See you tomorrow."
Kitazawa patted his shoulder.
"Mm!"
Naruto turned and ran toward the village.
When he got home, he saw a familiar figure waiting.
"Third Grandpa!"
Naruto's face lit up with surprise.
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