Chapter 3 The Shame of the Uchiha and the Ultra Hardworker

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Early in the morning, Satoru Hyūga, who had stayed up all night being restless, got up with difficulty and went to the ninja academy.

He was so excited about awakening the Electromagnetic Force last night that he hardly slept at all. His Byakugan had turned into panda eyes, and the white pupils, surrounded by the dark circles, resembled a sandwich cake.

"Hey! Satoru, why do you look so listless today?"

Anko next to him looked at him curiously, holding a rice ball in her hand and eating it with relish.

"I'm fine."

Anko thought for a while, then suddenly leaned in towards Satoru Hyūga and whispered, "Satoru, what did you mean by 'living until the grand finale' yesterday?"

Satoru Hyūga thought for a while and said, "It's something really amazing."

"Oh!" Seeing that Satoru Hyūga didn't seem to want to answer, Anko pouted and didn't ask anymore.

Looking at the colorful balls in Anko's hand, Satoru Hyūga pictured Anko turning into a sweet potato decades later. Suddenly, he felt a wave of nausea. Although Anko wasn't drop - dead gorgeous now, she was still rather attractive. How could she become an old aunt in the future?

"By the way, let me remind you, eat fewer balls."

"Why?" Anko took a bite of the ball and glanced at Satoru Hyūga. "Will I not be able to live until the grand finale?"

Satoru Hyūga thought for a while and said, "It's even worse than not being able to live until the grand finale."

Anko:????

Just as Anko was about to speak, she heard someone in the class shouted out, "The head teacher is here." The chaotic class immediately fell silent, and everyone sat up rigidly straight.

Fujino Daikichi walked to the podium with textbooks in his arms and announced with a smile, "Classmates, this morning's classes will mainly be theoretical courses. This afternoon, there will be a practical class on Shuriken throwing. I hope that students will study seriously."

A Shuriken throwing class? Satoru Hyūga's brows twitched. This was the perfect opportunity to test his control over Shuriken with the Electromagnetic Force. He had trained with kitchen utensils for a long time last night.

"Classmates, now turn to Chapter 1, Section 3 of the textbook *The Outline of the Will of Fire*, and we'll continue yesterday's lesson."

"Okay..."

As soon as Satoru Hyūga saw the analysis of the Will of Fire in the textbook, he started to feel sleepy. So he simply covered his head with the textbook and lay on the table to sleep.

When Fujino Daikichi saw this, his eyelids twitched in anger. But then, as if struck by something, he gently shook his head.

"For a member of the branch family of the Hyūga clan, the consequences of not working hard can be dire."

Then he looked at another seat in the class. A boy with a bandage around his forehead and snow - white pupils was looking at the textbook, looking extremely serious.

Fujino Daikichi smiled slightly and said, "In comparison, Iruka is much more studious."

After an unknown amount of time, Satoru Hyūga stretched his body with a long yawn. He was now brimming with energy. Not only did he not feel the weakness he had just after getting up, but he also felt full of strength all over his body.

Satoru Hyūga thought for a while. It should be that during his rest, the Electromagnetic Force adjusted his bio - magnetic field, allowing his condition to recover more quickly.

At present, he can't yet actively control his bio-magnetic field. But once he cultivates the Electromagnetic Force to a higher level, perhaps he will be able to actively regulate his bio-magnetic field, making his vitality extremely strong and possessing a constitution like that of the First Hokage, where injuries heal rapidly.

In the afternoon, Fujino Daikichi brought the students to the playground and started the training related to Shuriken throwing, including the wrist force and throwing techniques.

Satoru Hyūga noticed that most of the children from the clansmen were absent-minded, while those from commoner backgrounds were listening with great interest.

The reason was that the clansmen's descendants had basically received training from their elders before entering school, while commoner children had very little access to such knowledge. They didn't start on the same footing.

No matter what era, commoners are like leeks! Satoru Hyūga sighed.

Even though it was just the beginning of the school term, some students already had a considerable amount of chakra. Their bio-magnetic fields were much stronger.

Looking at the white-haired boy at the front, Satoru Hyūga frowned slightly. The bio-magnetic field of Kakashi Hatake was actually so strong. He probably almost had the chakra of a Genin. Truly worthy to be a genius who became a Jonin at the age of 12.

"Alright, the explanation is over." Fujino Daikichi clapped his hands. "Next is the throwing training. I will record your scores. Kosumiko, you go first."

"Okay."

The black-haired girl replied a bit timidly. She walked out from the crowd and stood beside Fujino Daikichi. About ten meters in front of her was a wooden target, and next to it was a bamboo basket filled with Shurikens.

Kosumiko picked up a Shuriken, recalled what Fujino Daikichi had just explained, and threw it forcefully at the wooden target.

Slap!

The Shuriken stuck in the outer ring.

"Six points. Not bad."

Kosumiko threw a few more.

"Five points, six points, seven points…"

Finally, Fujino Daikichi nodded. "Okay, next one."

Satoru Hyūga observed the Shuriken-throwing situation. His fingers twitched slightly, and several Shurikens on the edge of the bamboo basket trembled.

"The mass of a Shuriken is very light. According to Newton's second law, force is inversely proportional to mass. Controlling it should be much easier than a kitchen knife."

Just then, an exclamation suddenly came from the crowd.

"My god, how did he do that?"

Satoru Hyūga looked over and saw that Kakashi Hatake was holding several Shurikens in each hand. He threw them with both hands without a single pause. The movements were as smooth as flowing water, and all the Shurikens sank into the bullseye.

"Amazing!"

"Is he… a genius?"

Fujino Daikichi nodded with a smile. Well, the basic skills were really solid. Just in terms of Shuriken throwing skills alone, he was already no weaker than an average Genin. Truly worthy to be the son of Lord White Fang.

"Kakashi Hatake, full marks. Next one."

"I'll go."

As soon as Fujino Daikichi finished speaking, a black long-haired girl suddenly rushed out from the crowd and landed at the position where Kakashi Hatake had just thrown. She also threw with both hands. The movements were smooth as flowing water, and all the Shurikens hit the bullseye.

Fujino Daikichi said with satisfaction, "Truly worthy of the Uchiha clan. Uchiha Rin, full marks!"

Do we really have to be such a grind?

Satoru Hyūga's eyelids twitched incessantly.

In his eyes, Uchiha Rin had already turned into a grind.

In his past life, he had had enough of those grinders. He never expected that after transmigrating into the world of Hokage, he would meet another one.

Uchiha Rin coldly cast a glance at Kakashi, then walked to her position. Beside her, Obito Uchiha excitedly hollered.

"Hey, Kakashi, did you see that? This is the might of our Uchiha clan. Just you wait, I'll surely beat you!"

Kakashi completely ignored him.

Satoru Hyūga looked at Obito Uchiha speechlessly. The others also stared at him as if he were a fool, waving his arms and legs around wildly. Who would've thought that such a guy would turn into a big bad villain in the future?

"Next, Obito Uchiha."

"It's my turn." Obito Uchiha excitedly walked to the front. "Let you all see my prowess. I've been secretly practicing with Shuriken for a long time."

Apparently, Uchiha Rin's display had given him a huge boost of confidence.

He picked up a Shuriken and hurled it forcefully. To everyone's astonishment, the Shuriken sailed right past the target.

"Missed the mark, 0 points." Fujino Daikichi said listlessly.

"I can't believe it. It's an accident, it has to be an accident!" Obito Uchiha angrily threw another Shuriken, but it missed the mark again.

"Zero points..." Fujino Daikichi was speechless...

Kakashi glanced at Obito Uchiha, then immediately shifted his gaze away from him.

Uchiha Rin helplessly averted her face. Her expression seemed to say, "Don't look at me, don't look at me. I'm not of the same clan as him."

"Mistake! Mistake! This is definitely a mistake! This isn't my real level."

Obito Uchiha hurled another Shuriken.

"Zero points..."

He hurled another one.

"Zero points..."

"Roaring laughter echoed all around.

Obito Uchiha's face flushed bright red. He was like a puffed-up chili pepper, his teeth gritting loudly.

"I just don't believe this crap!"

He forcefully threw the last Shuriken in his hand.

Slap!

The Shuriken stuck firmly in the bullseye.

The air suddenly went dead silent.

Obito Uchiha stood there, stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"I said it was a mistake just now. This is my real deal. Did you all see that?"

He turned around and saw that everyone was looking at him as if he were a fool. Uchiha Rin covered her face with her palm, looking like life had lost all meaning. What was going through her mind at this moment was whether she should get rid of Obito beforehand for the sake of the Uchiha clan's reputation.

"Wh - what are you all doing? I clearly hit the bullseye!" Obito Uchiha stammered.

Fujino Daikichi said listlessly, "Obito, take a good look again."

Obito Uchiha spun around. His eyelids twitched violently, and his mouth suddenly gaped wide open, as if he could swallow an orange.

"Th - th - this... How is this possible?"

It turned out that what he hit wasn't the test target at all, but the target of a student from another group several meters away. The other person was holding a Shuriken, about to throw it, and staring at him blankly.

In the corner, Satoru Hyūga's mouth curved slightly upward. He retracted his finger calmly in a Shibuki manner.