"Multiplication is a way of adding numbers multiple times. For instance, if we have 4 groups of 3, how many objects are there in total?"
"Tweve!" The students answer, waiting for the nerd student at the front to answer and repeat whatever that student said.
"I didn't hear!" Katsuki said.
"Twwwevle!"
"Come again!" Katsuki said, again.
"Tweeeeeeeevvvvuuuele!"
"Exactly! 4 times 3 equals 12. Now, let's move on to division. Division is the opposite of multiplication. If we have 20 cookies and want to share them equally among 5 friends, how many cookies will each fr–"
Tick Tick
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Katsuki's POV/
So there I am, doing my job like the dedicated instructor I am. Teaching these brats the fundamentals, trying to shape the next generation of shinobi. Noble work, right?
Wrong.
As I'm scanning the room, making eye contact, really trying to connect with these kids on a very deep level... a very veeery deep leve ammm amm, I glance to the back of the class.
Two heads who are down on desks and dead to the world.
Tick Tick!
My jaw tightens and my fingers grip the chalk a little harder.
One of them's a Nara... Whatever... those guys are perpetually tired, always looking like they just crawled out of bed. It's practically a clan trait at this point, so I can almost overlook it.
But the other one? White silver hair, face buried in his arms like he owns the place? That's Hatake Garou.
This kid, THIS... kid??
Can he be called a kid though? Bro looks like my grandad on steroids!
Let me tell you about Hatake Garou. He refused to come to the academy five years ago.
Five.
Some 'special circumstances' according to the Hokage himself. I had to ask about it because newsflash! academy rules say you enroll at five. So what makes this brat so damn special?
Turns out he's the first child of Gintoki and Ayaka Hatake, Diciples of Tobirama-sama. And he is the one who'll inherit the whole Hatake clan legacy. So cool, fine, whatever. Don't give a fuck...
But then Hokage-sama dropped the bomb... this kid can't use or doesn't have chakra!
Come again?
Two powerful ninja, top-tier shinobi, and their kid... can't use chakra? How does that even happen? Is he really their son? Not that it's any of my business, I am here to teach, not give a fuck. But still, it doesn't add up.
Maybe that's also why I can barely sense his presence.
Anyway, none of that gathers any of my fucks so it doesn't matter... what matters is this gigantic punk scared the shit out of me when I saw him waiting for me to introduce him to the class.
Like bro, can he see the future from up there? How fucking tall is he?!
He is allegedly ten years old... but fuck that bullshit! This dude got kids my age!
And now? Now he's sleeping.
Crack Crack!
I roll my neck and pop it.
Time for a lesson.
I flip the chalk between my fingers a few times, force of habit, then snap it in two. One piece for the Nara, one piece for the Hatake.
I channel a tiny bit of chakra into both, but nothing lethal, just enough to sting. Enough to wake them up and remind them who runs this class like a boss!
I take aim which is their heads.
Perfect targets.
I flick my wrist and let 'em fly.
Swoosh!
The chalk cuts through the air fast, precise, and beautiful... just like my wife, really.
BAMM "AHHHHH!"
I smirk as I got 'em.
Wait.
Hold on.
I only heard ONE scream.
Narrowing my eyes as I scan the back of the room. The Nara kid is clutching his head, a fresh bump already forming. Okay, so he got hit, bless my hands.
But the Hatake?
The student sitting in front of him slowly moves their head to the side. And there, there he is.
Garou... still face-down on the desk, but his arm is raised lazily in the air, two fingers extended. And pinched between those fingers?
My chalk.
My chakra-infused, fast as hell, should've hit him in the head chalk!
'NANI?!' I internally screamed.
I am fucked.
Those muscles ain't no joke it seems.
What should I do what should I do?!!
Will I get... raped–
I must run!!!
The whole class is dead silent. Every single pair of eyes locked onto this sleeping boy who just pulled off some absurd reflex catch without even lifting his damn head.
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Garou POV/
"H..."
"He..."
Twitch
I think... I think I heard something.
"WAKE UP!!"
"Hmm?" I mumble, brain slowly coming back online.
Twitch twitch!
The shout drags me out of whatever dream I was having. My eyes flutter open and ears twitch. Slowly, so slowly, I lift my head from the desk and stretch my arms out.
Yawn–
Then I notice something in my hand.
"What's this?" I stare at the piece of chalk between my fingers. "How'd it get here?"
"You're finally awake." Yuji's tired voice comes from beside me and I turn to look at him, he's rubbing his head, and there's a noticeable bump forming.
"What's wrong? Why'd you wake me up?"
"Just... look around you."
I glance around the room.
Every single student is staring at me... mouths open, eyes wide, and looking at me like I just grew a second head.
I narrow my eyes and look back at the chalk in my hand. I think about it for a second, then it clicks.
The teacher.
This is his chalk. He threw it at me!
That fucker!!
My eyes snap to the front of the room, locking onto Katsuki with the most displeased look I can muster. Muscles coiled and ready to go at it back and forth!
Cough cough "CLASS!! The lesson ends here. We'll have a sparring session next, so be ready!"
And just like that, poof! He shunshins out and Ran away like a coward.
Tap tap tap. Step step step.
Before I can even fully process it, footsteps surround my desk as kids swarm me from all sides.
Fantastic! Just what I needed.
Beside me, Yuji mutters something under his breath about "drags," and Satoshi keeps munching on chips and cookies like nothing's happening.
"Wow dude, that was awesome!" some random kid shouts.
"Yeah!"
"No one's ever been able to defend against the teacher's chalk before, but you did!"
"Yeah!"
"You must be really strong!"
"Yeah!"
"How'd you catch it? Was that a ninjutsu?"
"No." My voice comes out flat. Shadows hiding my eyes.
"You're lying!"
"Yeah!"
"Just bluffing!"
"Yeah!"
Tick Tick.
"Then tell us how you did it!"
"Yeah!"
TICK.
"I... trained."
"What?! No way! He's totally lying!" The kid looks around at the others, who all nod in agreement. "So stingy!"
"Tsk tsk, thought he was a cool guy!"
"Cool my ass!"
"Yea—"
PAWW!
My fist connects with the "yeah kid's" face before he can even finish his word fast and Clean. I held back enough that I don't turn his skull into dust, but firm enough that he hits the ground with a little blood trickling from his nose.
One down 40 more to go!
Veins bulge on my arms and neck. Teeth gritted and looked at the annoying fly on the ground as I tried to look a little more intimidating than usual.
The kid on the ground whimpered and the others, who were just crowding my desk and circling me like vultures, jumped back fast and putting distance between us.
Some even pulling out Kunais.
Good, seems these kids aren't as dumb as they look.
I drag my eyes away from the idiot on the floor and scan the rest of them.
They wore shocked faces and all backed away. Some of the girls who were waiting for the boys to finish so they could annoy me next are now frozen in place.
"Let's make something visibly clear!"
The room goes dead quiet and you could hear a pin drop as ny voice echoed off the walls.
"I dislike your sorry asses." I pause and lower my head just a little.
"So if anyone... ANYONE... annoys me again, gets in my way, or speaks to me before being spoken to..."
I raise my head and let them see my eyes which were bloodshot and furious, imitating Saitama.
"Will get Punched."
Boundaries established.
Silence.
Then, slowly, they start to disperse and move away. Some were trembling and some looked at the floor not daring meeting my eyes.
Sighhhhhhh.
Mom's gonna kill me. She told me to make friends, not scare everyone off.
I glance sideways at Yuji and Satoshi as I thought that they're probably terrified too now. Definitely not gonna want anything to do with me now.
But Yuji just looks at me with a calm and raised eyebrow. Satoshi tilts his head, munching thoughtfully on another chip.
Huh? Okay then.
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Yuji Nara POV/
'Did the thing I always dreamed about doing.' I think as I looked at the giant threatening these young ninjas.
Scaring these guys is a fit in itself. They may be idiots but they all are fighters. A very few of them even participated in the first world war.
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Satoshi Akimichi POV/
'Food... no food... food... no food... friend?' I glance at Daifuku-san, no, wait. He's still angry. 'Friend? Maybe friend. Food later? Possibly invitation. Steak? Daifuku-san is so cool!'
What?
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Back to Garou POV/
I sigh again, shoulders dropping just a little. Okay, maybe they're not scared... maybe.
"AND, who do you think you are?!"
Just... FUCKING great. I can smell 'Young master chung chang 10000× reward for one push up and the hoes all hear my inner voice' from here.
.
"Careful, annoying stuff." Yuji warned me boredly from behind.
I turn toward the voice and so does everyone else. The students part like waves, making way for whoever's brave enough, or stupid enough, to step up after that little display.
A boy emerges from the crowd.
Medium-length black hair flowing down to his shoulders, some of it tied up in a small ponytail at the back. Black eyes, and puffed-up chest. That look on his face like he's already won some prize just by existing.
I look at him with all the interest of a rock.
He puffs his chest out even more... will he poop?
"I am Kanna. Shimura Kanna of the Shimura clan!" No, he didn't poop.
"You've been here for a few hours and you're already trying to boss us around." He points at me, voice dripping with that special kind of arrogance only young masters have. "So let me ask you again, who do you think you are?!"
"He's right!" some kid in the back shouts.
"Yea–" The yeah kid starts, then immediately shuts up when my eyes find him.
I look back at the Shimura and say nothing.
"Also..." Kanna grins, the kind of grin that says he's holding a winning hand. "Tell me, why should any of us be afraid of someone who can't use chakra?"
"WHAT?!"
"HE can't use chakra?!"
"How can that be?!"
"That's impossible!"
"Hmm?" Orochimaru's interest picked.
The room erupts and the kids look at me like I just admitted to having three heads. Whispers fly around like angry little shits. I glance at Yuji and Satoshi, both wide-eyed and both were clearly surprised.
Guess they didn't know either.
I find Tsunade in the crowd, and she's with two others, which I've got a pretty good idea who they are. And the look on her face? Shock mixed with something else... pity?
That actually tickles, here came a day I was pitied by someone else.
I turn back to the Shimura who was still smirking.
Shadows hide my eyes with arms crossed.
He was so small and I had to look down not only on this little shit, but all of the kids here. Like little watermelons ready to be crushed. But wait, let's see how this drama goes.
"What's so impossible about it?" Kanna addresses the other kids now, playing to his audience like the little asshole politician he probably will grow up to be, just like Danzo. "I even heard he didn't come to the academy in the first place because he was scared."
"No way!"
"So what's with all the muscles and mysterious acts all about?"
"Was that chalk thingy just a fluke?"
"Probably just showing off."
"Yeah!!"
Step Step Step.
I moved forward slowly and my eyes locked on Kanna like nothing else in the room exists.
The chatter dies as everyone watched. Wondering what I'll do now that they've "'humiliated' me, according to them, anyway. Truth is, I wasn't even angry about the chakra thing or the insults.
Right now, I was slightly angry about something else entirely. But they don't need to know that.
I stop right in front of Kanna.
He was still loking smug and still grinning arrogantly like he's already won.
My voice came out flat, "Maybe you're deaf or something. Didn't hear what I said earlier punk? But I'll repeat myself, just this once."
The tick marks on his forehead told me the calmness is annoying him more than yelling would.
Good.
I lower my head slightly, height difference and all, and lean in. "Don't get in my way. Or else–"
"HOW DARE YOU!!" He practically spits the words. "Don't you know who I am?!"
"No."
His face goes red like he ate shit.
"I am the cousin of the great hero DANZO SHIMURA! How DARE a chakra-less and useless person like you order me around!"
Danzo.
Of course.
I clench my fists tighter and narrow my eyes as I glance around the room. Some kids were whispering and some are looking at me with pity.
But most? Most are looking at me coldly. Like I'm already beneath them.
Danzo already got enough power to test kids for his little games?
But I doubt that because establishing an organisation like Root takes time.
I know exactly what kind of person Kanna is. The Shimura name alone tells me everything I need to know. He is rich, strong (by academy standards, anyway), popular, and the kind of kid who's never tasted failure or pain. Who's never gone to bed hungry or wondered where his next meal comes from. The kind who takes advantage of the weak because he can, because no one stops him.
The popular will win, the hated will lose.
I hate bullies.
Maybe I looked like a bully a few minutes ago. But that wasn't my intention. I just wanted them to leave me alone and to not pester me. To not waste my time with their noise.
To create a boundary.
But Kanna? Kanna's different. The way some of these kids shrink around him? The way they look at him like he's dangerous? That's not respect, that's fear, and fear like that doesn't come from nowhere.
He is a bully, and one who can do anything just because he was fortunate enough to have everything.
I don't know how he found out about my chakra situation, don't give a fuck either because word spreads. It was gonna come out eventually.
I looked at him and I gave a smile.
Not a nice smile, but a maniacal grin that makes him take a tiny step back.
"If you don't like being bossed around by me," I say, leaning closer, "then in the next class... we fight."
The whispers start again.
"Ayo!"
"Shit, he will get stomped!"
"Wtf!"
"Doesn't he know Kanna's one of the top ten students here?!"
"Maybe he really doesn't know."
"Kanna's brutal. He'll kill him."
"Latom my boy."
"But look at those muscles... maybe he's strong though?"
"Bro, no amount of muscles beats someone who can use chakra."
I hear all of it but I don't care about any of it. Actions speak louder than words. They'll find out soon enough.
Kanna's disdain is practically dripping off him. "Hmph! You're challenging ME to a fight? A weakling like you? You will regret this!"
SWISHHH.
Before anyone can blink, my leg is in the air. A side circular kick, Taekwondo, Mikey style, aimed straight at his head. I didn't even need to swipe my leg the full circle because of my height. Then I stop inches away from his face.
The force alone sends a small burst of air into his face and he quickly stumbles back with his eyes wide open.
The room goes dead silent and everyone stared at my extended leg.
I pull back slowly and look at Kanna's bewildered face and grin again.
Time for the oldest taunt in the book... the one that works on every young master, every third-rate villain, every arrogant prick with something to prove.
"You scared?"
His face contorts and tick marks and veins appear on his face. All the signs of someone whose pride just got stomped on.
"HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME!!"
Blue chakra flares around his fists and feet. He crouches, ready to launch but I didn't move and didn't flinch, I just watched him.
But before he moved–
"STOP!!"
Tsunade appears between us really fast as she shunshined. Slow to my eyes though.
Kanna's eyes snap to her, his aggression barely contained. "What do you want?!"
"This is a classroom. Fighting is forbidden here, so back away, now!!" Guess we now know who the boss is in this class.
"It's none of your business, Tsunade. Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."
"I said... back away." She narrowed her eyes.
They stare at each other silently, and finally, Kanna clicks his tongue and storms off.
Tsunade turns to the gawking students. "AND what are you looking at?!" They immediately scattered like leaves in the wind.
When the princess talks the peasants obey.
She faced me next and studied me for a moment.
"You have changed much, you know that? All bully and sharp." A small smile tugs at her lips.
I put a hand on my chin pretending to think and then look her up and down.
"Honestly? You also changed a lot. You were cute when we were kids, bu–"
A hand slams over my mouth and I look at the hand that was desperately trying to reach my mouth to close and she had to tip toe.
"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, YOU IDIOT?!" Her face became really red and all the students who definitely weren't watching are definitely watching again.
"Sighhh... troublesome." A lazy voice muttered behind me.
"Well, just saying you were cute back th–"
"Okayyy sheesh, be quite! I understand! You don't need to repeat it!" Tsunade whispered nervously.
"..."
"I take it back. You haven't changed at all. Just a pervert who wants to hit on me." Tsunade added with a tired sigh and I smirked at that.
"Nothing is wrong with it though. Natural reaction to seeing art." I said which immediately made Tsunade blush furiously, her heart beating faster as she stammered and took a step back with mouth open wide.
Fortunately, Jiraiya came to her rescue.
"Hey you! Garou right? Don't get tricked by this girl's deceptions. She is a muscle head–"
PAW!
Jiraiya got sent flying across the room, hitting some other students like a bowling ball.
"Shut up you perverted asshole!" Tsunade shouted, regretting depending on Jiraiya for coming to the rescue.
But a moment later, realizing what she did, she retracted her hand immediately and sweetly looked at Garou as if nothing happened.
I tried to ignore it, but honestly speaking, I couldn't ignore a hand that was touching my calf right now.
So I looked down to see a pale, snake like face gently messaging my legs.
If I were gay, it would have felt nice.
"Like it?" I asked and Orochimaru nodded with fascination.
"Hard as a rock," Orochimaru muttered under his breath but I heard it and immediately stepped back.
"You... you get away from me from now on. We clear?" I looked in disgust at the fascinated Orochimaru.
Meanwhile Tsunade just smirked seeing my reaction.
"I am Orochimaru," The snake bastard said softly without a care to my reaction and went away while thinking about how could muscles like those exist. Next class, he needed to see if they were just for show or not.
"Weirdo," I muttered.
"Don't mind him, he is always like that. He doesn't mean anything by it." Tsunade clarified.
"Suuuureeee." I replied with doubt because Orochimaru, even as a baby, you get away from it.
That's the rule in this world. Boy is the Jeffry epstein of this world but on steroids. And that isn't an exaggeration.
"Anyways, Kanna will probably challenge you to a fight next class. Why did you provoke him?" Tsunade asked, a little worried.
"Nothing I can't handle, really." I replied with a shrug.
"If you say so." Tsunade said as she glanced at my frame. Doubtful that some muscles could do anything to someone who could use chakra.
She will try to intervene if something unexpected happened.
And just like that, Tsunade and Garou reunited after many years.
The End.
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