Friday morning, inside the Class 1, Grade 1 classroom of the Ninja Academy.
The students were quietly discussing how they should handle their upcoming Taijutsu class.
"Should we do what we did last ti?" one student asked.
"Not today," Izumo said thoughtfully. "Based on what Mugetsu-sensei said yesterday, I'm pretty sure the Taijutsu teacher exaggerated things when he talked to him."
"Given Mugetsu-sensei's personality, he might even go as far as supervising the class himself."
"I still can't believe that guy actually reported us," Kotetsu grumbled, clearly irritated.
"And worse, he added his own twists. Unbelievable."
"Let's just give Mugetsu-sensei so face today," Izumo suggested.
"No need to force the guy to quit. At least, not while Mugetsu's watching."
The students agreed that Izumo had a point. They decided to treat this class like they were attending one of Mugetsu's sessions.
"This teacher is seriously annoying," Anko muttered, clearly still upset.
Thanks to his poor teaching, she'd been criticized by Mugetsu—and now, he'd even gone behind their backs to complain about her.
The rest of the class nodded in agreent. Tanimura's behavior had completely shattered what little good impression they had left of him.
When the bell rang, Tanimura entered the classroom.
Seeing the students quietly seated without speaking, he let out a small sigh of relief.
Still, he didn't let his guard down. Last ti, the students hadn't shown their defiance until halfway through class.
"Alright, everyone, let's head to the training ground. Three laps to warm up," Tanimura said with a light cough.
The students obeyed without complaint, heading down to the playground and beginning their laps. No one said a word about him.
After the warm-up, Tanimura went on to demonstrate the standard Taijutsu routines. After running through it twice, he had the students begin practicing on their own.
Not a single student criticized him. The class was strangely calm—so much so that Tanimura began to wonder if this was even the sa group of kids from Wednesday.
I owe Mugetsu-sensei a drink, Tanimura thought to himself with relief.
He knew full well that this change was thanks to Mugetsu's intervention. Without it, there was no way the students would have behaved so differently overnight.
Right on cue, Mugetsu passed by the playground just as he had promised.
He greeted Tanimura casually and stayed nearby for a few minutes, making his presence known.
After class ended, Izumo said with a grin, "Told you, didn't I? Mugetsu-sensei was bound to co."
"So… we're dropping the plan?" one student asked reluctantly.
The more Mugetsu helped Tanimura, the more annoyed they beca at Tanimura himself.
"Of course not," Izumo replied. "Mugetsu-sensei isn't going to watch us every day. Next ti, we continue as planned."
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anwhile, in Class 2, Grade 4, Rin glanced at Obito, who was furiously scratching his head while working on problem sets.
"Obito… what's going on with you lately? You've been so focused—studying every chance you get," she asked with concern.
While hard work was normally a good thing, Obito's sudden obsession with theory made Rin a little uneasy.
Obito froze for a mont, his pen pausing mid-stroke.
If only she knew.
Diligent? Motivated? No—this was the price he had to pay for slacking off on his Taijutsu.
Mugetsu's punishnt had co in the form of extra problems—assigned in installnts, no less.
If it had just been ten problems, he might've been able to bear it. But breaking them into parts ant that he was now doing eleven or more… daily.
And every day brought more training.
Which ant more mistakes.
Which ant more problems.
It never ended.
If he tried to do them all in one go, it would be a nightmare. But dragging it out day by day was just prolonged torture.
At this point, it wasn't training his body that was breaking him.
It was the howork.
"Because everyone's grades are improving… I can't fall behind either," Obito said, forcing a stiff smile onto his face.
Of course, he couldn't bring himself to say the real reason—being punished with endless problem sets due to his poor Taijutsu.
"It's wonderful that you're thinking that way. You've really grown up all of a sudden," Rin said, smiling with relief.
Ever since Obito enrolled late, Rin had looked after him like a little brother. Seeing him now ranked among the top in practical combat, and even starting to pass his theory tests, made her genuinely happy.
"Haha, really?"
Hearing Rin's praise, Obito's forced smile blood like dry grass hit by rain—suddenly becoming bright and genuine.
With her encouragent, his speed at solving the questions picked up noticeably. He even thought he might finish tomorrow's installnt early.
"It's almost the weekend again. Obito, do you have any plans?" Rin asked casually.
"…Wait, today's already Friday?" Cold sweat beaded on Obito's forehead.
These past few days, buried under Taijutsu training and a mountain of assignnts, he'd completely lost track of ti.
"Yes. After this class, we're off for the weekend. Aren't you happy, Obito?" Rin asked with a gentle smile.
After hearing that, Obito's vision almost went black.
From Monday to Friday, they only trained after school until sunset.
But weekends were different.
On weekends, training started at sunrise and didn't stop until sunset.
That ant more ti… for more battles with Might Guy.
And more battles ant more mistakes.
And more mistakes ant—
More problems.
Obito could already imagine the sea of test papers and practice sheets rising like a tsunami, swallowing him whole.
"Obito? You look a little pale. Want to take you to the infirmary?" Rin asked, concerned by his sudden dazed expression.
"No, no, I'm fine. Just… really happy about the weekend," Obito said, forcing another smile.
"Yes, very happy," he muttered again, trying to convince himself.
Training all weekend ans I'll get stronger. And if I get stronger, I'll beco the best in the school… and Rin will admire even more.
He had already begun self-hypnosis.
"Promise , Rin—make sure you train your Taijutsu properly," Obito said suddenly.
"Mm. I know. Physical training is important," Rin replied with a nod, completely unaware of the pain buried in his words.
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After school, Obito made his way to the training ground in the South Border Forest.
Might Guy was already there, deep into his workout.
The two locked eyes—and within that gaze, they could both see it.
Resolve. Determination. And a bit of shared dread.
They both knew what the weekend ant.
This was no joke. A single mistake today could add a dozen questions to tomorrow's burden.
If only I had the Sharingan…
For the first ti, Obito truly craved the power of his clan's Kekkei Genkai.
With its dynamic vision, he could easily read and counter his opponent's moves.
He had a feeling… that after this weekend, his backlog of questions might last until the end of the sester.
"I absolutely won't let that happen!" Obito roared, punching the training dummy with everything he had.
On the other side, Might Guy was wordlessly lifting massive rocks, doing squats to strengthen his legs.
He didn't want to do questions in installnts either.
More than that, he wanted to be the top of his grade.
Watching them, Mugetsu smiled in satisfaction.
If these two continued like this, it wouldn't take long—Hyuga Homura would be no match for either of them.
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