Naruto: People are in Konoha, the system arrived 20 years earlier Chapter 011

After learning the incredibly powerful Great Fireball Jutsu, Hayato’s face still glowed with a look of wanting more, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and longing for uncharted territories.

“Grandpa, do you have anything else you can teach me?” He looked at the Great Elder beside him with anticipation, his tone filled with a thirst for knowledge.

The Great Elder looked at his grandson, who was so eager to learn, and an indescribable sense of relief welled up in his heart.

He pondered for a moment, then slowly took out a slightly ancient scroll from his怀, and solemnly handed it to Hayato.

Hayato took the scroll, his eyes revealing curiosity and excitement: “What is this, Grandpa?”

The Great Elder smiled kindly and explained, “This records various applications of our Uchiha clan’s Sharingan, as well as some matching genjutsu. As a bloodline successor of the Uchiha clan, you cannot easily neglect the power of the Sharingan. You should study this scroll yourself; I believe it will be of great benefit to you.”

Upon hearing this, Hayato’s heart was filled with wild joy. Although he had already awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, he still felt somewhat confused and lost regarding its practical application.

The scroll gifted by the Great Elder at this moment was undoubtedly a godsend.

“Thank you, Grandpa!” Hayato said gratefully.

“This is what you deserve. Alright, let’s stop here for today. It’s getting late; you should go back and rest.”

The Great Elder gently ruffled Hayato’s head, his tone filled with love and care.

As for why he didn’t verbally explain it to Hayato directly, it was simply because Hayato’s astonishing remark about “why Fire Style ninjutsu must always be released from the mouth” had caught the Great Elder off guard.

How would he know? It had always been like this.

Hayato was immersed in the ocean of knowledge within the scroll, unable to extricate himself, as if the whole world had stood still.

However, the Great Elder began to worry about his eyes: “No rush, you can read it slowly when you go back. The light here isn’t good; it’s bad for your eyes.” He advised him while gently nudging Hayato.

Before long, the two returned home together. After the Great Elder sent Hayato home, he turned and left.

Hayato clutched the scroll tightly and eagerly returned to his room, beginning to study voraciously. Throughout the night, he roamed in the world of the scroll, immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

The night passed uneventfully.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight illuminated the earth, Hayato had already gotten up early to start his morning exercises.

He moved agilely in the courtyard, practicing Baji Quan, his punches whistling, his momentum like a rainbow.

The sounds in the courtyard awakened Misaki and Shota, who were still asleep. They rubbed their sleepy eyes and came to the courtyard to check the situation.

“Why is Hayato up so early? It’s still early for school, isn’t it?” Shota said with some surprise.

Misaki gently pulled Shota’s arm and shook her head: “Let’s go, let’s prepare breakfast.”

The two exchanged smiles, then left the courtyard together.

After finishing a set of punches, Hayato wiped his sweat with a towel, feeling refreshed. After a simple wash, he went to the main hall for breakfast.

After everything was taken care of, Misaki took Hayato to school.

“Mom, I can actually go to school by myself,” Hayato said softly, raising his head.

Misaki put her hands on her hips and said sternly, “No, you’re still too young; I’m not at ease.”

Hayato helplessly touched his nose, secretly thinking:

If he went to school alone, he could ask Grandpa for a Shadow Clone scroll, let the Shadow Clone go to school, and his main body would go to train.

But it seemed that this idea couldn’t be realized for now.

Soon after, Hayato arrived at the Ninja Academy.

Asuma was sitting quietly to the side, pouting, looking somewhat dejected.

“Good morning, Hayato-kun.” Kurenai’s face lit up with joy when she saw Hayato arrive, and she greeted him warmly.

“Good morning, Kurenai.” Hayato smiled and waved in response.

Asuma saw Hayato approaching, stood up indignantly, and stared at him with an unhappy expression.

However, Hayato ignored his presence and walked straight to his seat and sat down calmly.

Upon Hayato’s arrival, Kurenai eagerly began to share the day’s interesting stories with him.

On the other side, Asuma, who was ignored again, gritted his teeth and sat down again, listening to Kurenai and Hayato chatting happily.

He suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head, as if something was about to emerge.

Today’s lesson was not just simple indoor instruction. After Shuichi finished an indoor lesson, he took the students to the training ground.

“Starting today, we will officially begin practical combat lessons,” Shuichi announced loudly.

Then he brought a wooden box filled with various ninja tools: kunai, shuriken, senbon, and Fuma Shuriken, everything imaginable.

“Today’s lesson is on throwing techniques.” Shuichi held three shuriken in his hand and looked at the fixed target ahead, saying, “The key to throwing techniques lies in the use of elbow strength and precise aiming. If your aim is off, all your efforts will be in vain.”

After explaining, Teacher Shuichi demonstrated his throwing skills in front of everyone.

He threw the three shuriken in his hand simultaneously, and only heard the whooshing sounds of them cutting through the air, followed by three thuds as the shuriken struck the target.

All three shuriken hit the bullseye without exception.

“Alright, next, we’ll practice in groups. Two people per group. You can group by your seats, or you can group freely. I will correct your movements one by one based on your performance,” Shuichi began to arrange the grouping.

Asuma’s eyes lit up as soon as he heard about grouping.

He had already started practicing throwing techniques at home yesterday, just to prove himself in front of Kurenai today.

Yesterday was too embarrassing; he didn’t want Kurenai to look down on him again.

So he trotted to Kurenai’s side and said, “Kurenai, let’s practice together.”

Hearing this, Kurenai turned to Hayato, seeking his opinion.

Hayato just smiled and said softly, “You decide!”

Kurenai, having received the reply, nodded slightly and gave Asuma an apologetic look.

“Sorry, Asuma. You should find someone else. I’m clumsy, and I’m afraid I’ll hold you back.”

Asuma instantly froze, his mouth stiff, not knowing what to say. A strong sense of frustration welled up in his heart, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head.

“Hayato-kun, can we practice together?” Kurenai turned to Hayato and asked.

“Sure, no problem,” Hayato readily agreed.

After discussing, the two went to Shuichi’s side to receive ninja tools and begin practicing.

Only Asuma was left standing there, looking bewildered and lost.

‘You’re afraid of holding me back, but not of holding him back? Damn it!’ Asuma roared inwardly.

After being rejected, Asuma had no choice but to find someone else to pair up with for practice.

Fortunately, as the Third Hokage’s son, many classmates in the class were happy to practice with him.

However, while throwing the shuriken in his hand, he kept looking at Hayato and Kurenai, who were chatting happily on the other side.

The anger in his heart was ignited again. ‘Damn it, what am I lacking? Is it just because I’m not handsome enough?’

The more Asuma thought about it, the angrier he got. The shuriken in his hand kept being thrown forward, but very few actually hit the bullseye.

Out of twelve shuriken thrown, only four hit.

On the other side, Hayato was gently twirling a kunai in his hand.

He carefully recalled the key points Shuichi had just mentioned: using elbow strength.

He saw the kunai shoot out from his hand, cutting through the air like a flash of lightning, accurately striking the center of the target without fail.

“It’s not that difficult, after all.” Hayato’s lips curved slightly, revealing a confident smile.