Here I was, in the classroom within the confines of the academy.
Though, different from other times. I'm actually quite eager this time around. Why? Well simple really, today we will begin learning about the uses of chakra and then maybe if I'm lucky, we can start learning ninjutsu today.
What I'm really aiming for is the transformation jutsu. At least with that, I could disguise myself and with it, I can walk around the village without being shooed away. Maybe I can actually get some shopping done!
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Looking around, the class was in an array of hubbub. It was noisy to say the least, but at least this time I wasn't bothered by it. My eagerness to learn new things pushed down my disdain towards the other kids.
Then after tens of minutes, the instructor came calming the classroom and telling everyone to get in their respective seats.
"Alright, Aright! Quiet down and all of you sit down!"
"Alright before we begin, I'll take attendance" The instructor said.
"Haruno Sakura?"
"Here, Iruka-sensei" replied the pink haired fangirl.
"Hyuga Hinata"
"H-here, sensei" The girl stuttered. Oh, how cute. The Hyuga's one of the few that aren't crazy for the Uchiha. Maybe it's because of their clan's rivalry on who has the better dojutsu, I don't know. But whatever, so long as she doesn't bother me.
"Aburame Shino?"
"Here"
The one who answered was a boy with black glasses and his face partially covered by his coat. The insect lover, a quiet kid and frankly, I think he's a pretty okay guy.
"Yamanaka Ino?"
"I'm here sensei!" the blonde yelled. Honestly, the Yamanaka's attitude and actions were really unbefitting of a clan heir. But then again, we were still kids. Those of the same age as me... are not as mature as me I'd say. For my unique situation within the village, I was forced to mature much faster than my peers.
She would be quite cute, if she was much, much quieter. But of course, not as cute as the Hyuga.
"Akimichi Choji?"
"Here... sensei!" The boy said as he munched some chips in between lines. He was an Akimichi, so the instructor didn't bother getting mad at the boy for eater. As it was 'training' as the Akimichi clan stated.
"Nara Shikamaru?"
"Here" A lazy tone answered. The Nara, one of the laziest people I've ever seen. Of course, since he never did anything to me and minded his own business, I have a very good impression on him. Same with the Akimichi.
"Inuzuka Kiba?"
"I'm here, sensei!!" The dog kid barked. Ugh, his voice alone was annoying. Every time, he just yells when answering. I say, does this kid not know the term 'inside voice'?
"Uchiha Sasuke?"
"Here..." The Uchiha spoke quietly and calmly. Honestly, I probably won't have a problem with him if he didn't have too much fangirls. His attitude is one thing, but that wasn't what my problem with him was. After all with what he went through, I could understand. I ain't saying I'm jealous of him. But can't he at least tell his girls to quiet down?
"...Uzumaki Naruto?" The instructor said with complicated emotions flashing within his eyes. I didn't know what was up with the dude, he was one of the instructors that hated my guts. I call him scar face as his only defining characteristic from his normal face and build, was the scar along the bridge of his nose.
"Here, sensei..." I would have just said 'Here' but I don't want the trouble of fangirls saying I'm copying their Sasuke-sama.
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After attendance, we went straight into the new lesson. The magnificence of chakra, their uses and how the everyday people use them.
Even civilians use them, of course only those trained and taught were capable. In the academy not all students become shinobi and those who failed go back to run regular civilian lives, but at the very least their knowledge is still retained. They still know how to use chakra and low level jutsus.
From there, the civilian who has knowledge would then teach it to his family members, thus triggering a cycle. From that generation onwards, their family would know how to use chakra in the simplest form. They could use it for everyday uses like using storage scroll and the like.
It was quite interesting but I already knew that. After all, I had access to the village library . It was one of the few privileges I got from the third hokage. Even if the librarians don't like me, it was a direct order from the hokage, so they had to oblige. Not to mention bypassing security and entering the hokage's office.
Of course, even then the information I could get my hands on were limited. I could get information regarding the past 10 years of the village, to the most detailed and the most hidden events. So long as it was not S-rank.
Unfortunately for me, the hokage's office do not hold records of S-ranked secrets nor do they hold written scrolls of techniques and ninjutsu. Not to mention a basic manual of using chakra for academy students. Why would something like that be in the hokage's office?
That was the biggest issue I had. I could have asked the hokage myself but then he would be suspicious, on why I want to learn how to use chakra before the academy. Although the hokage treats me quite well, I don't actually have a close bond with him.
He also knows me very well, I've always been more mature than my peers. I've always been quiet and obedient, nor have I ever acted like a kid my age getting excited over small things like toys. He himself knows this as he has anbu guards watching me. If I suddenly ask him to teach me how to use chakra, of course he would be suspicious. I also can't use the puppy eye card as I've never done so in my life and suddenly doing it will even be more suspicious. Suddenly exhibiting such behavior prior to never doing so once in my life, even I would be suspicious of someone did that.
I could spill the beans about my talent for being a sensor, but really I want none of that. I don't want to stand out just yet, I have yet to reach my full potential. I am but a child nor do I have the sufficient strength to protect myself. What if I get brain washed into being a tool?
I bet the Yamanaka's have a jutsu like that...
Questions like those are what kept me from revealing my cards.