Just as Yamada Jumoku and Hon Yataka finished speaking, a man in his forties entered the classroom. His imposing and muscular fra made him look more like a warrior than a ninja.
The intense and nacing aura emanating from him imdiately silenced the once-bustling classroom.
He walked to the podium, scanned the room briefly, and quickly fixed his gaze on Yoruha and his teammates.
"Team 11, follow outside."
His words were concise and direct.
This man was Yoruha and his teammates' assigned instructor.
Without waiting for a response, the ninja turned and left the classroom.
Yamada Jumoku and Hon Yataka were visibly shaken.
"Why does our teacher look so terrifying?" Jumoku muttered nervously.
Yataka also looked worried. "It seems like we're in for a rough ti."
Yoruha, however, remained indifferent.
"This guy's aura is strong, and there's a heavy scent of blood on him," he thought. "He must've been part of ANBU or so similar division in the past. That's probably a good thing—it ans he's skilled."
While not all ANBU mbers were jonin, those who qualified, even as chunin, were among the elite of their rank.
"Let's go. If we don't follow, we won't know where he's headed." Yoruha reminded the pair.
After they left, Naruto, who had been sitting at the back of the classroom, finally exhaled a sigh of relief.
"That was scary! Poor Yoruha—his instructor looks like trouble."
"Let's observe a mont of silence for his ninja career," Naruto added dramatically.
Sakura, sitting nearby, nodded nervously. "Who is that teacher? He feels like soone who's about to kill."
Only Sasuke seed pensive.
"That ninja's aura is similar to that man's," Sasuke murmured to himself, "He's probably from ANBU."
Compared to Naruto and Sakura, Sasuke had seen more of the world.
The instructor's presence reminded him of his brother, Uchiha Itachi.
Outside the classroom, Yoruha and his teammates quickly caught up with their instructor. From then on, the four walked in silence.
Jumoku and Yataka were too intimidated by the instructor's aura to speak.
Yoruha, on the other hand, simply wasn't the talkative type.
Their instructor remained silent as well.
The group walked quietly out of the ninja academy and arrived at one of Konoha's many training grounds.
Konoha's training grounds were vast, with the most famous being the Forest of Death, which had a diater of 20 kiloters.
Standing in front of their instructor, Yamada Jumoku and Hon Yataka couldn't help but tremble slightly, while Yoruha remained calm.
The instructor's eyes scanned the three, eventually landing on Yoruha.
Yoruha suddenly felt a heavy, oppressive force weighing down on him.
It was a deeply uncomfortable sensation, one he imdiately recognized.
This was the instructor's attempt to intimidate them using his killing intent.
Despite the pressure, Yoruha had no intention of yielding.
Even as his mind wavered slightly, his expression remained calm.
Under this terrifying aura, Yoruha's composure was remarkable. He appeared entirely unaffected.
The instructor was visibly surprised.
"Interesting kid."
His intimidation had failed to faze Yoruha, piquing his interest.
After all, Yoruha was just a freshly graduated student from the academy.
Yet, under this level of pressure—enough to make most chunin falter—he remained completely unshaken.
"Hahaha! Kid, you've really caught my attention!"
"Oh, I thought I was just getting a group of inexperienced kids, but it seems there's soone as interesting as you," the instructor finally spoke.
anwhile, the residual pressure from his intimidation had left Yamada Jumoku and Hon Yataka pale and trembling, their consciousnesses barely intact.
After all, this instructor was a forr mber of ANBU, and his aura carried a murderous intensity.
Yoruha lifted his gaze and calmly said, "Sensei, I don't think you should be using such violent thods on a group of student ninjas."
Although Yoruha had withstood the instructor's oppressive aura, it didn't an he wasn't affected. For a brief mont, even his own mind had faltered.
If it hadn't been for the reward from the night before that greatly enhanced his ntal and physical strength, he would have been in the sa state as Jumoku and Yataka—completely overwheld.
The instructor was montarily stunned by Yoruha's boldness, but after a second, he sighed and waved it off.
"Fine, fine. I told them I'm not suited to teach kids like you."
He smirked. "If it were before, a brat talking back to like that would've earned a good beating."
"Kid, your na's Yoruha, right? Seems the academy's assessnt of you wasn't accurate at all. You're anything but ordinary," he said with a chuckle.
Once the oppressive aura dissipated, Jumoku and Yataka finally started to recover, though their fear of the instructor lingered in their eyes.
They had never encountered anything so terrifying before, and now they looked at Yoruha in a new light.
How could he remain so composed under such a terrifying presence?
Initially, they thought Yoruha was just like them, but now they realized how vast the gap between them truly was.
What they didn't know was that the majority of the instructor's aura had been directed at Yoruha. If they had known, their shock would have been even greater.
Even the lingering pressure had nearly caused them to lose consciousness. It was unimaginable how powerful Yoruha had to be to withstand the full brunt of it.
Yoruha didn't deny the instructor's observation. Offering an explanation felt unnecessary and forced.
The instructor didn't dwell on the matter either and seed quite pleased.
"Alright, let introduce myself. My na is Kihon Tōichi. You can call Sensei Tōichi."
"What I just did was a little test for you, and you did well—especially you, Yoruha," Tōichi said, his satisfaction evident.
"Now, it's your turn to introduce yourselves."
Yamada Jumoku eagerly raised his hand and exclaid, "Sensei, Sensei! My na is Yamada Jumoku. My favorite food is grilled at, and I hate green peppers. My dream is to beco the strongest ninja in the world and the greatest Hokage of Konoha!"
Jumoku's enthusiasm and ambition were reminiscent of Naruto. Even their dreams were strikingly similar.
But then again, the dream of becoming Hokage was common among most kids in Konoha.
Tōichi smiled. "Well, you'll have to work hard for that. There are many powerful ninjas in this world. To beco the strongest, you'll need to put in effort beyond everyone else's."
At that mont, Tōichi's intimidating aura had vanished, replaced by an approachable deanor.
Even so, Hon Yataka couldn't forget the fear he had instilled in her earlier.
With a trembling voice, she said, "M-my na is Hon Yataka. I'm 12 years old."
Her voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.
Her delicate, doll-like features and waist-length golden hair gave her a striking beauty that made her even more endearing.
Even Yoruha found himself montarily captivated.
"Such a beautiful girl, yet she's never been ntioned. I wonder on what mission she'll eventually perish," Yoruha thought with a frown.
Both Jumoku and Yataka had left a good impression on him.
Though they had only just t, Yoruha already felt a sense of acceptance toward them.
"I wonder if my presence here will change their fates?"
When it was Yoruha's turn, he calmly said, "My na is Yoruha Kagefumi. My dream is to beco an excellent ninja."
He gave a simple and ordinary answer because, in truth, he didn't have a grand dream.
Before gaining the system, he had none, and even afterward, nothing had changed.
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