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From her seat in the front row, Hyuga Hinata kept her head lowered, her fair face seemingly buried in her textbook. However, her Byakugan was active at a microscopic level, its peerless 360-degree vision focused entirely on the window seat in the back row.
As she watched Naruto surrounded by Kiba, Shino, Shikamaru, Choji, and even Ino and Sakura, her slender fingers tightened into small, white-knuckled fists. It wasn't jealousy that gripped her, but a profound, shimmering envy—and a deeper sense of vicarious happiness. For a girl as introverted as a hibernating flower, the ability to command such a harmonious, laughing circle was a feat of legendary proportions.
Naruto-kun... you're amazing, she whispered in the sanctuary of her mind. To her, Naruto wasn't just a classmate; he was a force of nature that had successfully dismantled the walls of his own isolation.
A few desks away, Uchiha Sasuke sat with his back poker-straight, his presence a jagged shard of ice in the warm room. He sat with arms folded, his fingers rhythmically tapping his elbow—a sign of the restless, volcanic impatience churning beneath his skin. The laughter from the back row didn't reach him; he was cocooned in a cold aura of singular purpose.
Revenge against Itachi was the magma in his veins, but the realization that he was currently an "egg against a rock" acted as a freezing rein on his emotions. He had to endure. He had to squeeze every drop of utility out of this Academy. This internal war between white-hot hatred and iron restraint made him appear more solitary than ever.
The door creaked open, and Iruka Umino stepped in, sensing the shift in the room's energy.
"Settle down, everyone," Iruka announced, clapping his hands to anchor their attention. "Today, I'm introducing a guest instructor. For the next month, he will be handling several of our specialized practical combat sessions."
A green blur entered the room, moving with an intensity that seemed to vibrate the floorboards.
"HELLO, EVERYONE! I AM MIGHT GUY!"
Naruto's eyes widened to the size of saucers. Wait, what? Guy-sensei? At the Academy?
The Previous Afternoon: Hokage's Office
"A teacher... me?" Might Guy stood before the Third Hokage's desk, looking utterly bewildered. He pointed a thick finger at his own chest, his rugged features contorted in genuine confusion. Did the Old Man hit the sake too hard at lunch?
Hiruzen Sarutobi leaned back, a plume of smoke curling around his hat. "Yes, Guy. You."
He watched Guy's disbelief with a paternal smile. "You've mentored Naruto with extraordinary results. His physical foundation and, more importantly, his character, have flourished under your 'Youth Theory.' It proves you have a unique gift for reaching the next generation."
The Sandaime leaned forward, his tone turning serious. "I've decided that starting with the next cohort, you will lead a three-man Genin squad. It's time you passed your fire onto Konoha's new sprouts."
"Will Kakashi be leading a team in the same batch?" Guy asked instantly, a challenging fire igniting in his eyes. To Guy, any milestone was meaningless unless his eternal rival was there to compete.
"No," Hiruzen shook his head. "Kakashi is staying in the Anbu. His responsibilities there are too critical."
Guy didn't flinch. He puffed out his chest, his voice booming. "Hokage-sama! Respectfully, keeping Kakashi in the darkness of the Anbu is a mistake! He needs the light of these vibrant new generations to emerge from his shadows. I formally request that Kakashi Hatake be transferred to the instructor program alongside me!"
Hiruzen fell silent, weighing the plea. Guy's stubbornness was legendary, but his insight into Kakashi was often sharper than any intelligence report.
"I cannot order him to do so," Hiruzen conceded eventually. "But... I will make a deal. I will postpone your team leader appointment. You have one year to persuade Kakashi to voluntarily apply for the Jonin Instructor path."
Guy's eyes flared with a fierce, competitive light.
"However," the Sandaime added, "there is a condition. During this year, you must serve as a visiting Combat Instructor at the Academy for one month. It will build your teaching experience and allow you to scout the young sprouts who might one day serve under you."
"YES!" Guy snapped to attention, his fists trembling with excitement. "I will use all my passion and youth to forge these children! I will not let you down!"
As Guy stood before the class, his mind was already racing toward his next training session with Kakashi. He had developed the Asajaku (Morning Peacock), the Hirudora (Daytime Tiger), and was refining the Sekizō (Evening Elephant).
But in his heart, he felt he needed one final movement. A technique for the ultimate limit—the Eighth Gate of Death. Something to encapsulate the final, brilliant flare of a life dedicated to effort.
Morning sun... Midday... Dusk...
I have it! Guy thought, his internal "Youth Engine" roaring. When the final night falls, I will unleash the ultimate strike in Guy's name!
The final move of the Eighth Gate... I shall call it Night Guy!
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