"The so-called Three Basic Techniques are…"
Gulp—gulp—gulp—ha!
Sunlight streamed into Konoha Ninja Academy.
Tanaka Shuichi, the Chunin instructor in charge of the elite class, wrote across the blackboard while explaining the lesson.
Then he heard the loud gulping sound behind him, and the veins on his face twitched.
"Even if I know I might get cut down, as a teacher, I really can't hold it in anymore!"
Veins bulged on Tanaka Shuichi's forehead as he turned around and roared,
"Youyu!!! No drinking during class!"
The entire classroom instantly fell silent.
Every gaze turned toward the figure sitting there, chugging from a bottle.
"H-Has Sensei gone crazy? He actually dares to interfere with Youyu?"
"Did he forget what happened to our last teacher? He still has to go to the hospital for checkups from time to time."
"It's over. Sensei's going to get chopped, isn't he?"
…
Cold sweat broke out across the class as they looked fearfully at the boy who ruled this classroom.
Gulp—gulp—gulp—ha? What did you say?
Youyu had clearly had a bit too much to drink. He let out a belch, his eyes hazy and unfocused.
"Uh… I mean, would you please stop drinking? You're still young, and alcohol is bad for your health."
Tanaka Shuichi trembled all over the moment Youyu looked at him.
That was rash! Way too rash! Why can't I ever get rid of this impulsive habit?!
Youyu was a complete little drunkard!
Rumor had it he had been clutching a bottle since the age of two, drinking all the way until now.
And more importantly, this kid's strength was terrifying!!!
Putting aside his love of alcohol, Youyu was an undisputed genius.
Even Kakashi Hatake—the super prodigy who had already graduated early—was no match for him.
Tanaka Shuichi still remembered the day he first took over this class, when everyone introduced themselves.
"My name is Saiki Youyu. My hobbies are drinking and… cutting people."
Youyu had said that with a drunken sway.
The worst part was that Tanaka Shuichi had not originally been assigned to the elite class.
The previous teacher was still on medical leave and had to go back for hospital checkups from time to time.
Not just because of physical injuries, either. There were psychological scars too.
Why?
Because that teacher had once smashed Youyu's bottle.
And then… Youyu cut him down.
One strike. Just one strike.
That teacher had been an elite Chunin, yet he'd been gravely injured.
More than the wound itself, what that teacher couldn't accept was the fact that he, a Chunin instructor, had been nearly killed by one of his own students with a single blow.
And back then, Youyu had only been six years old.
Now he was already eight. Who knew how strong he'd become?!
If the kid lost control and killed him, there'd be nowhere to seek justice!
"Stop drinking? How could that be possible?"
Youyu grinned and raised the bottle back to his lips.
Gulp—gulp—gulp—
"Ding! Host has reached a pleasant state from drinking. Swordsmanship comprehension +1."
"Ding! Host has reached a hazy state from drinking. Chakra +1."
"Ding! Host has reached an excited state from drinking. Physique +1."
…
That was right—Youyu was a transmigrator.
And he had been bound to a system called the Wine God System.
As long as he drank, he got stronger!!!
What Youyu found strange, though, was that while drinking increased basic stats like chakra and physique, every other point seemed to go into swordsmanship comprehension.
Still, he wasn't complaining.
After all, cutting people down felt great.
Just like he'd said in his self-introduction, his hobbies were drinking… and cutting people.
Gulp—gulp—gulp—
Youyu drank deeply, and before long, the bottle was empty.
"Hm? That's it?"
He widened his eyes and tried to check whether there was any alcohol left in the bottle.
But his hand didn't seem to listen to him, wobbling all over the place instead of lifting the bottle properly in front of his eyes.
"Damn it, stop moving."
He muttered to himself, grabbing his right hand with his left, trying to force the bottle into his line of sight.
"Uh…"
Tanaka Shuichi's face darkened.
From his perspective, Youyu was the one swaying all over the place, which was why he couldn't see the bottle properly.
"U-Um, Youyu-kun… I have another bottle here."
A cute girl with curled hair and crimson eyes quietly tugged at Youyu's sleeve.
Her face was a little red as she furtively pulled out a bottle and offered it to him.
The moment Youyu saw it, his hazy eyes lit up. He snatched it right away.
"Oh? This young lady is pretty cute. Want to have a drink with me?"
Youyu turned his head and grinned at Kurenai Yuhi. Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms.
"Y-Youyu-kun…"
Kurenai's crimson eyes were full of shy panic. Her face burned scarlet as she stared at Youyu's handsome features from up close. She inhaled the scent on him, and her gaze turned slightly entranced.
"Youyu!!! Drinking in class is bad enough, but now you're flirting with a female classmate too?! I can't take it anymore!"
Not far away, a boy who looked strangely mature for his age slammed his hand on the desk and stood up, roaring in fury.
It was none other than Asuma Sarutobi, the son of the Third Hokage.
"Huh? Who the hell are you? Don't interrupt me while I'm drinking with this lovely lady, or I'll cut you down."
Under Asuma's furious glare, Youyu narrowed his eyes and lightly brushed Kurenai's cheek with his right hand.
"Bastard!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Asuma clenched his fists and charged straight at Youyu.
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