Part Time Teacher in Konoha

Thursday.

As soon as Kitazawa arrived at the office, he discovered an unexpected visitor.

"Kitazawa."

Mizuki stood up, greeting him with a broad smile.

He hid his feelings well—there wasn't the slightest hint of jealousy in his words or demeanor.

"What can I do for you?"

Kitazawa nodded politely and asked in a calm voice.

Mizuki's smile froze; displeasure welled up inside him.

What kind of attitude is that? How infuriating!

"There'll be a meeting next Monday after classes in the second‑floor conference room," Mizuki said, suppressing his irritation. "The main purpose is to discuss the topics for this month's assessment."

"Thank you."

Kitazawa responded courteously.

Mizuki nodded, turned, and left. Only after he was out of the office did his true expression surface—one of obvious annoyance.

Kitazawa paid no mind to Mizuki's thoughts; instead, he was considering how to tackle the sudden new task that had appeared.

[Current Task: Take first place in the class in April's monthly exam.]

[Reward: Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere.]

[Accept?]

Ordinarily, a teacher certainly wouldn't be allowed to sit for a students' exam.

But this system of his was… unusually clever.

If he actually sat in the examination hall and filled out an answer sheet, would that count toward completing the task?

Kitazawa rubbed his chin.

Whether it would work or not, he had to try—because Wind Style: Vacuum Sphere was a B‑rank jutsu.

B‑rank might not sound formidable, but in practice it was already quite rare; many chūnin couldn't master a B‑rank technique at all.

As a "three‑no" chūnin (no special talent, no bloodline, no backing), Kitazawa had no B‑rank jutsu to his name.

This would be the first.

And that Wind‑style technique packed a serious punch; in the original story it was Shimura Danzō's signature move.

The class bell rang, and Kitazawa entered the classroom.

The once‑noisy room fell silent at once; the students hurried back to their seats.

"Open your textbooks, everyone. Today we'll continue the story of the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama."

Standing at the lectern, Kitazawa said, "Under Hashirama's leadership, Konoha thrived—but, unfortunately, the good times didn't last."

Curiosity sparked across the room.

With Hashirama around, how could an invincible Konoha ever fall?

"…Back then, the Uchiha clan leader, Uchiha Madara, disagreed with the village's ideals and ultimately broke with Konoha," Kitazawa went on.

"He and the First Hokage fought an unprecedented battle at the Valley of the End."

Uchiha Sasuke's eyes widened.

Something like that happened? Could the clan's present situation be tied to this Uchiha Madara?

"In the end, Uchiha Madara was badly defeated and died at the Valley of the End."

When Kitazawa finished, the classroom erupted in chatter.

"No wonder the First Hokage was so amazing!"

"Wood Release is unbeatable!"

"Of course—'Konoha' has 'tree' right in the name!"

Hashirama was called the God of Shinobi; everyone knew his Wood Release was legendary.

The students were young—it was only natural they worshipped the strong.

Only Sasuke remained silent; after all, the loser was his illustrious ancestor.

"In this afternoon's practical class we'll do physical‑training drills, so don't eat too much at lunch," Kitazawa reminded them, leaving as the dismissal bell rang.

…

Lunchtime.

A knock sounded on the door.

Hinata Hyūga entered carrying a lunch box.

"Come here."

Seated on the couch, Kitazawa opened a storage scroll and, in one go, produced eight lunch boxes.

Hinata stared, stunned.

Only now did she realize why Kitazawa had invited her to eat—he'd prepared so many bentō just for her.

"What are you standing there for?"

Kitazawa picked up his chopsticks. "Sit and eat."

Suddenly remembering something, Hinata took out a pink wallet and handed it to him.

"What does this mean?" Kitazawa raised an eyebrow.

Are you trying to make me live off a woman? Do I look like that kind of guy?

"It's money for the lunches," Hinata explained.

"This little bit of money's nothing."

Kitazawa shook his head, refusing.

"No!" Hinata, rarely, became assertive.

"Nice spirit," Kitazawa said with a smile, giving her a once-over.

Hinata trembled, instinctively lowering her head as a blush spread across her cheeks.

"Alright, I'll take it. Now let's eat."

He accepted the pink wallet.

After lunch, Hinata returned to the classroom for a nap.

…

Afternoon Practical Class

The students lined up neatly on the track.

"This is your first physical‑training session," Kitazawa said from the field. "There's no time limit and no set number of laps today—I want to see your limits. When we're done, the top ten will get snack packs."

"Yay!" many cheered.

"First place is mine!" Naruto Uzumaki shouted confidently.

"The top spot belongs to me!" Kiba Inuzuka declared, arms folded.

It wasn't just bluster; raised alongside ninken, he'd trained up speed far beyond ordinary kids.

Hands in pockets, Sasuke's expression was calm.

In his eyes, none of his classmates were opponents.

From this moment, this field was his "Plaza," and everyone would stand to watch his performance.

"They're fired up," Shikamaru yawned. "Choji, wanna push a bit, finish early, and bow out?"

"Works for me," Choji agreed readily. Snacks weren't guaranteed, and running was torture for a chubby kid.

"Ino, want to race?" Sakura swung her arms. "If you lose, you can't fight me for Sasuke today."

"No need—I'll let you have him." Ino glanced at Kitazawa. She had tree‑climbing practice later, and Sasuke would be there; Sakura was destined to eat her dust.

"…Huh?" Sakura whipped her head around. What's got into her?

"Settle down," Kitazawa clapped. "I'll be running with you. Whoever passes me gets a special prize."

A sharp light flashed in Sasuke's eyes.

He longed for a worthy opponent. Among his peers he had none—better aim higher. If he could beat a chūnin, it would prove he had chūnin‑level speed. Maybe his father and brother would praise him then.

"Ready!" Kitazawa shouted. "Go!"

Sasuke and the others shot forward like arrows.

Kitazawa took his time. Sprinting from the start is fatal in long‑distance; you need a warm‑up.

He glanced around. Naruto led, followed by Sasuke, Kiba, and Sakura.

As time passed, things quickly shifted.

After half an hour of sprinting, Naruto's pace slowed; Sasuke moved into first. His breathing stayed even, his rhythm excellent.

Kitazawa jogged leisurely behind him. Physically, he was at his prime. Sasuke and the others, geniuses though they were, were only six or seven—still growing.

After fifty laps, most students hit their limit and fell out, becoming cheerleaders on the sidelines.

"Sasuke‑kun, you can do it…" Sakura sat on the ground, cheering weakly.

Sasuke couldn't hear her at all.

His eyes held only Kitazawa. No matter how he pushed, he couldn't catch up.

"Still running?" Kitazawa called over his shoulder.

By now, only Sasuke was left on the track.

How frustrating!

Seeing Kitazawa's relaxed expression, Sasuke trembled with fury; in the sweltering heat, cold sweat drenched him and his limbs went numb.

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