The Genjutsu Devil of Konoha

Time to when Academy started.

When he woke up that day, he felt nice, woke up nice and early, did his hair, took a good bath—made sure to scrub really good.

Did his hair, made sure to put on his drip, a mix of black and white. He wasn't trying to appear too edgy or mysterious.

Somewhere in the middle, he guessed.

Hm, his Nanny was there with him. She felt more like a mom than anything, if he was being fair.

Yui adjusted his collar for the sixth time. "Hair down, posture up. You're a Kurama, not a hoodlum."

Yes... acting just like a mom.

Seijuro stared at her with all the deadpan power of a sleep-deprived librarian. "I'm nine. I barely have kneecaps."

Plus, he wasn't interested in the hood life. That was for thugs, not him. He was a respectable member of society.

She didn't care. She even licked her thumb and tried to fix a smudge on his cheek like he wasn't a chakra prodigy trained to commit psychic homicide.

"I'll be fine," he muttered, slightly embarrassed. Yes, he could get embarrassed, he was still a kid... remember.

"I won't," she snapped. "Don't embarrass me. Don't kill anyone. And don't pretend to die again, I'm still emotionally constipated from the last stunt."

"...Yes, ma'am." He didn't know testing would bring out such a side to her. She almost felt like his grandma. Heh, she was like in her 60s. She could be his grandma, considering most ninja had kids when they were 15, and since the life expectancy for a ninja was still below 20...

Hm, he should learn some tips from her when he gets the time.

She squinted. "And the string?"

He lifted his hand. The little red string looped around his finger swayed gently.

"Visible."

"Good. Remember, if you traumatize anyone, I will know."

She gave him a firm nod, then practically shoved him toward the Academy gates like she was ejecting a defective battle mech out of a dropship.

He was ready for anything the Academy had ready for him.

Shouldn't be anything too hard, really.

He entered the main courtyard, scanning the chaos. Kids, clans, egos. It was like walking into a chakra zoo on discount day.

Visuals:

He looked like a younger Aizen. Sleek black hair, sharp eyes that looked like they read minds and charged rent for it. No glasses. Clean uniform. No dirt. No weakness.

Every movement calculated. Calm. Too calm for a nine-year-old. The only splash of color? That cursed red string. Ugh.

Scan complete. Threat assessment begins.

Hyuga Clan – Obvious. Those pale eyes were basically glowing like the final boss's weak spot.

→ Target ID: Hiashi and Hizashi Hyuga. Identical, expressionless, smug.

Danger level: Moderate to High if provoked.

Uchiha Clan – Walking arrogance in matching shirts. Though not all of them had the clan symbol on their back.

→ Target ID: Mikoto Uchiha. Calm, sharp-eyed. Flame crest confirms mastery of Fireball Jutsu.

→ Additional Uchiha Tags:

Kaito Uchiha: Brags loudly about beating his cousins in shuriken matches. Possibly overcompensating.

Takeshi Uchiha: Laughs at his own jokes. Probably useless. Likely a meat shield.

Senju Clan – One boy. One aura.

→ Target ID: Nawaki Senju. Grandson of the First Hokage.

Energy level: Chaotic good. Might accidentally punch a teacher. Potential friend... or human distraction device.

Chakra level:... Jonin tier. Hm, wasn't he blessed?

InoShikaCho v1.0 –

→ Inojin Yamanaka: Could be seen flirting with some girl. {Threat level – Medium}

→ Shikaku Nara: Asleep. Standing up. A legend. {Threat level – High if focused, Low if himself}

→ Choza Akimichi: Eating a rice ball the size of a baby deer. Kind soul. Big threat if squished. {Threat level – Medium}

Seijuro's eye twitched as Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, began his speech from the raised platform.

Ah yes, the legendary "Will of Fire" mind hack no jutsu.

"Blah blah... flames of youth... legacy... protect the village... love one another... barbecue..."

His mouth moved. Seijuro's brain translated none of it. It was like watching a boss cutscene you can't skip.

[Internal Log]:

Duration: 40 minutes.

Attention span: 7 seconds.

Body count from boredom: 18 imaginary casualties.

He yawned softly behind his hand. His fake "eager smile" was on autopilot. He nodded like he cared. Just another layer to the illusion.

When he got the time later, he would send the basic clone instead. With his illusion, he could make it feel real. Probably couldn't talk though. Hm.

The kids were split into groups and ushered into rooms like cattle headed to chakra slaughter.

"First, we will test how much you know, so please follow me to the testing center," said the instructor with all the joy of a DMV employee.

Seijuro sat down at a desk. Scrolls and ink brushes ready.

For this round, his objectives were simple: score the highest score for that part. Being middle of the pack was useful, but heh, not that useful.

He looked around. Some kids were crying. Some were peeing a little. Others just vibing.

Seijuro's pen was already moving before they even finished passing out instructions.

This test finna be... a breeze.

For him at least.