This Naruto is a player Chapter 022

Naruto spent a pleasant afternoon with his little brother, Konohamaru.

Naruto took Konohamaru to the streets for inspiration, then to a bookstore for more, and finally, to a bathhouse for personal research.

Ahem, scratch that, scratch that, the last one was a pure accident.

In any case, Naruto’s Sexy Jutsu lesson was quite successful.

Naruto the great artist’s aesthetic sense was no joke. Under his guidance, Konohamaru’s Sexy Jutsu directly caused Ebisu, Konohamaru’s private tutor, to suffer a massive nosebleed, almost bleeding himself dry.

The next day, on the way to the orientation.

Just like yesterday, Naruto encountered Konohamaru, who was ambushing him again. Unfortunately, his disguise was too poor, and Naruto didn’t want to play along, so he saw through it at a glance.

“Konohamaru, homework check. Show me the jutsu again.”

“Alright, boss!”

Bang!

After a puff of smoke, a beautiful woman with black hair appeared.

Not bad, he’s already got about thirty percent of my skill.

Naruto used both hands to draw a large wavy S-shape, continuing to teach the essence of the jutsu, “The curves, you must remember, the curves must be beautiful.”

“That’s enough for today. I have something to do.” Naruto said, preparing to leave.

“Boss, where are you going?”

Naruto turned his head and pointed to his forehead protector, “See? I’m a ninja now. I don’t have time to play house with you anymore.”

“That’s awesome, Oyaji!”

This is awesome?

This kid’s emotional value is off the charts.

Upon arriving at school, Naruto found that almost everyone in the class had arrived.

Before he could even exchange a few words with others, Iruka-sensei came in to announce the rules.

“Congratulations, from today onwards, you are independent ninjas. But remember, you are still just rookie genin. The real hard work is just beginning.” Iruka scanned the students, a flicker of nostalgia in his eyes.

Each of these students was the result of his six years of diligent training. He worried that they wouldn’t go far, and even more that they would face danger.

After all, the ninja profession was extremely dangerous.

But he couldn’t stop them; he could only hope that everything went smoothly for them.

“From now on, each of you will be formed into three-person teams and will work under a jonin sensei to complete missions together.”

Oh?

Naruto’s spirits lifted. Three-person teams?

He thought he’d be trained individually by a senior.

Right, how many jonin are there? And the academy graduates students every year.

“To ensure that each team is balanced in strength, the sensei will decide the groupings. Team One…”

Until.

“Next is Team Seven: Uzumaki Naruto.”

Naruto: Seven? I like that number.

He didn’t care who his teammates were; none of them were stronger than him anyway.

But if they were people he could get along with, that would be even better.

“Haruno Sakura.”

Haruno Sakura looked at Naruto with disdain. For six years, ever since the “Uzumaki vs. Seven” incident in first grade, Naruto had been consistently mediocre, and his test scores were always at the bottom.

Becoming a ninja meant undertaking dangerous missions, and she wanted her teammates to be as strong as possible.

Haruno Sakura: Why do I have to be on a team with him?

Naruto: Haruno Sakura? I haven’t really talked to her much. Isn’t she Sasuke’s admirer?

“Uchiha Sasuke.”

Uchiha Sasuke: Naruto, huh?

Haruno Sakura: Yes!

Naruto: Sasuke, huh? At least we can talk.

If rated on a scale of 0- 10.

0 is bad, 10 is good, and 5 is a stranger.

Then his relationship with Sasuke should be between 6- 7 points, not close but not strangers, at least they can chat.

Since the Uchiha clan massacre, Sasuke had been overshadowed by Itachi, training diligently with a deep-seated hatred, rarely participating in group activities. The two had little contact even outside of class.

He never expected to be placed on the same team as Sasuke.

He had been wondering if he would be separated by the team assignments, which would prevent him from closely observing how the protagonist got stronger.

This team assignment result was simply perfect.

Thinking this, Naruto glanced at Sasuke, who happened to look back, as if they had a telepathic connection.

Naruto gave a thumbs-up, hinting at a pleasant cooperation.

Sasuke didn’t react much, just averted his gaze.

Naruto wasn’t discouraged; it was rare for this guy to even turn his head and look at him.

“That concludes the team assignments. This afternoon, we will introduce your jonin sensei. You are dismissed for now.”

Noon.

Naruto wanted to invite Shikamaru and Choji for lunch, but the two had already gone somewhere with Ino.

Finally, Naruto found Sasuke, and the two sat on the edge of the rooftop to eat.

“From now on, we’ll be eating from the same bowl. I’ll take good care of you.”

“You should take care of yourself first, dead last.”

Haha, Naruto smiled.

How did he manage to make the taciturn Sasuke talk more?

However, noticing that Sasuke only had rice balls for lunch, Naruto made a point of eating his three dishes and one soup very loudly.

Soon after, Haruno Sakura found them from somewhere and joined them in a corner to eat.

Time moved to the afternoon, in the classroom.

“They’re so slow.”

Naruto leaned back, looking at the ceiling, a sound of impatience escaping his lips.

All the other teams had been taken away by their respective jonin sensei, leaving only Team Seven in the classroom.

Why hadn’t their jonin sensei arrived yet? He was waiting to quickly complete the main quest and become a genin soon.

Only after becoming a genin could he use the dueling arena.

The system had been loading for almost 10 years, and he still hadn’t experienced the dueling arena. He had been waiting so long that the flowers had withered.

But who would their jonin sensei be?

If it was a cool older sister, like Kiba and Hinata’s sensei, that would be even better.

He secretly glanced at Sasuke.

He was sitting in his seat just like Naruto, appearing calm on the surface, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

As for Haruno Sakura, whom he didn’t know well, she had long since become restless and was pacing back and forth at the front, clearly showing her impatience.

“Hello.”

A white-haired person walked in from outside, greeting them as they entered.

The three of them looked at the newcomer in unison.

White hair, a gray mask covering their entire face, revealing only a pair of eyes. The left eye was covered by a forehead protector; were they blind?

This strange, listless appearance.

Give me back my beautiful older sister!

“I apologize for being late. Please follow me now.”

Rooftop.

The three sat opposite their white-haired sensei.

“Let’s start with self-introductions.”

“How should we introduce ourselves? Sensei, why don’t you start?” Naruto asked curiously.

From a young age, whenever Naruto looked at someone, he would pay attention to their eyes.

Whether it was dislike, disgust, coldness, or a curse, Naruto could tell at a glance.

But this white-haired sensei’s eyes were unusual.

This was the first time Naruto had vividly encountered the term “dead fish eyes” in a person.

These were lifeless eyes, with no light left in them.

“Some people are alive, but they are already dead.”

This phrase perfectly described this white-haired sensei.

Yet, in Naruto’s perception, this white-haired sensei was clearly a good person.

What kind of experiences had this person gone through?

“Me? My name is Hatake Kakashi. I don’t want to tell you what I like and what I dislike. As for dreams… I have many hobbies…”

Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Sasuke: …

He didn’t seem to say anything at all.