What if Naruto was Trained by Sosuke Aizen

The First Day of Ninja School

Konoha Year 54. The day had finally arrived—Naruto's first day at the Ninja Academy. Despite his usual calm demeanor, Naruto couldn't suppress the excitement bubbling inside him. He woke up early, prepared an elaborate breakfast, and packed a lunchbox with care. After a quick shower, he dressed in his signature white robe with black lining, reminiscent of a Shinigami captain's uniform. To complete the look, he added a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Standing in front of the mirror, Naruto examined his reflection. The young man staring back was elegant and refined, his six whisker-like marks adding a unique charm to his features.

"This stinky brat is quite handsome," Kyuubi remarked, breaking his usual gaming routine. Today was a big day for Naruto, and even the Nine-Tails couldn't help but take notice.

Naruto's appearance was a blend of his father's gentleness and his own quiet pride. Kyuubi could sense the determination burning within him, a determination that set him apart from others.

"Hmph, brat, no matter how proud you are, you still rely on my power," Kyuubi muttered. "But don't forget, we're using each other. You're just a tool to me."

Despite his words, Kyuubi couldn't deny that Naruto's growth intrigued him. The boy was different from his predecessors, and Kyuubi was curious to see how far he would go.

Aizen's Observation

Inside Naruto's mind, Aizen watched silently. He adjusted his glasses, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Time flies," Aizen mused. "Naruto has reached the age of enrollment. The mysteries of the ninja world are finally within reach."

Aizen's interest in the chakra system had only grown over the years. If it proved valuable, he wouldn't hesitate to conduct experiments—no matter the cost.

The Journey to the Academy

Naruto stepped out of his apartment, his backpack slung over his shoulder. The morning sun bathed the village in a warm glow as he made his way to the Ninja Academy. Along the way, he noticed the villagers' reactions. Some whispered among themselves, while others stared openly.

"Isn't that the Nine-Tails kid? Why is he dressed so nicely today?"

"Today's the first day of the Ninja Academy. Is he really going to be a student?"

"I can't believe they're letting him become a ninja. Isn't that dangerous?"

Despite the lingering hostility, Naruto's efforts over the past year had softened some hearts. Many villagers no longer saw him as a monster, though they still kept their distance.

Naruto ignored the whispers and focused on his destination. The Ninja Academy was bustling with activity, parents and children crowding the entrance. Naruto navigated through the crowd, his calm demeanor standing out amidst the chaos.

The Classroom

After completing the registration process, Naruto entered the classroom. The room was nearly full, and his arrival drew everyone's attention. Murmurs of admiration and surprise filled the air.

"Who's that? He's so handsome!"

"He looks so gentle and refined. Is he really in our class?"

"I think I like him more than Sasuke-kun."

Naruto maintained his composed smile as he scanned the room. His eyes landed on Sasuke, who was seated by the window, surrounded by two girls—one with pink hair and the other with blonde. Sasuke's expression was one of mild annoyance, and he shot Naruto a look that screamed, Help me.

Naruto chuckled softly and made his way over. "Morning, Sasuke," he greeted.

"Morning," Sasuke replied, his tone relieved.

The two girls—Sakura and Ino—turned their attention to Naruto, their eyes wide with curiosity.

"Hi, I'm Haruno Sakura. You can call me Sakura," the pink-haired girl said, her cheeks tinged with pink.

"I'm Ino Yamanaka," the blonde added, her voice slightly breathless.

Naruto smiled politely. "Nice to meet you. I'm Uzumaki Naruto."

The girls exchanged glances, their earlier infatuation with Sasuke momentarily forgotten. Naruto's presence was magnetic, and his gentle demeanor only added to his charm.

The Teacher's Arrival

Before the conversation could continue, the classroom door opened, and a man with a scar across his nose entered. He wrote his name on the blackboard: Umino Iruka.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm Umino Iruka, your homeroom teacher," he said, his voice warm but firm. "Let's start with introductions. Please come up one by one and tell us your name, hobbies, things you like, and things you dislike."

As Iruka's gaze swept the room, it lingered on Naruto for a moment. His expression was complex—a mix of hatred, sympathy, and something else Naruto couldn't quite place.

Naruto frowned. What's with that look? he thought. Who is this guy?

The Road Ahead

As the introductions began, Naruto's mind wandered. The Ninja Academy was a new chapter in his life, one filled with opportunities and challenges. He was determined to make the most of it, to grow stronger and uncover the secrets of the ninja world.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that Iruka's gaze held more than met the eye. Whatever it was, Naruto knew he'd have to stay vigilant.

For now, though, he focused on the present. The classroom buzzed with energy, and Naruto felt a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in a long time.