In the Land of Fire, Konoha Village, Ninja Academy.
A red-haired boy was fast asleep in the back row.
Iruka, standing at the podium, glanced at the boy, shook his head, and didn't bother him.
"Now we begin team assignments. Those whose names are called, please stand next to your respective teachers."
"Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Team Seven."
...After all the teams were assigned, the red-haired boy stretched, looking at the empty classroom around him.
Just as he expected, he didn't have a sensei.
The red-haired boy's name was Feng'an. Thirteen years ago, he inexplicably transmigrated as a baby into this world called Naruto.
He was born not knowing who his father was, and his mother died in childbirth.
From then on, his growth was accompanied by endless malice. Those who knew his mother hated him, so much so that at the age of six, he took the money he had saved over the years and left his so-called relatives, using only the name Feng'an. The only thing worth celebrating was his seven chakra natures and the Uzumaki clan's unique massive chakra reserves.
"Time to go home."
Feng'an grabbed his small satchel, ready to leave.
"Feng'an..."
Hmm?
Someone was still here?
Feng'an turned around and saw a black-haired, white-eyed girl sweeping the floor with a broom and dustpan.
"Ah, Hinata, what's wrong?"
Hinata lowered her head slightly: "Uh, it's our turn to clean today."
Feng'an and Hinata were a cleaning duo, assigned to clean every Friday. And today, the last day of team assignments, happened to be Friday.
He had almost forgotten.
Feng'an put down his satchel and took the broom and dustpan from Hinata's hand.
"You go home first. I'll clean the rest."
Hinata lowered her head and murmured softly: "But... we should clean together."
"You've already cleaned all the windows, the balcony, and every corner of the classroom. Are you going to fight me for just the floor?"
Feng'an suddenly raised an eyebrow and took Hinata's small hand.
Feeling Feng'an's grip, Hinata's face instantly turned crimson, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand away.
"Don't move yet."
Feng'an gently opened Hinata's small hand and carefully pulled out a few wooden splinters from her palm.
"There, all done."
After a careful check, Feng'an released Hinata's hand once he confirmed there were no more splinters.
Hinata's face was still flushed: "Thank you... but how did you know I had splinters in my hand? I didn't even notice..."
"Naturally, I got pricked by this broom too."
Feng'an said, holding up the broom. There were many tiny splinters on the handle, not easily noticeable at a glance.
He had felt a slight pain after gripping the broom for a while. Hinata, having wiped the windows, had wet hands, which made it even easier for splinters to pierce her skin. As a member of the Hyuga clan, she hadn't even noticed her hand was pricked; she was too focused on cleaning.
"Ah..."
Hinata felt a bit embarrassed, as it was her fault that Feng'an also got pricked by splinters.
"You should go home first, or your father will scold you again."
"Ah!"
The thought of her father, Hiashi Hyuga, made her flustered. She nodded quickly and scurried out of the classroom.
However, Hinata still felt a little bad. Before leaving, she said with some guilt: "Feng'an..., I'm sorry, you've worked hard."
Watching Hinata's startled reactions, Feng'an chuckled softly.
A moment later, after Feng'an confirmed the classroom was completely empty, he quickly formed hand signs.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Bang, bang, bang.
Five clones, identical to Feng'an, appeared.
Years ago, Feng'an had discovered that the hand signs and ninjutsu principles he had seen in his previous life were exactly the same in this world. Relying on his past memories, he had essentially mastered all the ninjutsu whose principles he could recall over the years.
"You go to the first row, you go to the second row..."
Feng'an assigned tasks clearly, with six people, one for each row. The cleaning was done in a few minutes.
Done.
After dismissing his clones, Feng'an picked up his satchel from the desk, ready to leave.
Just then, the door was pushed open.
Pink-haired Sakura rushed in, looking flustered.
Feng'an glanced at her, ignored her, and walked towards the door.
"Wait, did you see anything in my drawer?"
Seeing Feng'an about to leave without looking back, Sakura grabbed his satchel.
Sakura said with a cold look in her eyes: "Did you take my stuff?"
He already disliked the infatuated Sakura, and he hadn't provoked her since coming here. Today, she actually suspected him of taking her things.
Feng'an calmly said: "Tell me, what did you lose?"
Hearing this, Sakura suddenly froze, stammering: "It's, uh, something for us girls, I can't tell you."
As she spoke, she reached to open his satchel.
Feng'an smiled.
"As expected, you have terrible manners."
"Feng'an! What do you mean by that?"
Seeing her actions, Feng'an stopped smiling and snatched back his satchel.
"Would I take your things? What you're talking about must be something you plan to give to Sasuke, right? It makes sense, using the excuse of being in the same team as Sasuke to give him a gift would be most appropriate, wouldn't it?"
Sakura's eyes darted around, her heart greatly alarmed.
"How did he know I specifically prepared two matching couple pendants to give to Sasuke?"
No!
Sakura's gaze immediately became even more determined.
"You definitely stole my pendant, otherwise how would you know I was going to give it to Sasuke?"
Give it here!
With that, Sakura started to reach for him.
He didn't even bother to put textbooks in his satchel, so why would he carry her girlish pendant?
Feng'an wasn't going to humor her. A Substitution Jutsu left Sakura hugging a log, tugging at it for a long time.
Realizing what happened, Sakura was greatly surprised.
She hadn't expected Feng'an's Substitution Jutsu to be so proficient.
Normally, Feng'an would just sleep during class and go pee after class, just coasting along until graduating from the Ninja Academy. At the time, Feng'an actually passed the ninja qualification exam, which made many people suspect he had cheated.
Sakura punched the log away and said fiercely: "Hmph, let me see if my pendant is in your satchel, and I'll let you off!"
Feng'an's eyes narrowed slightly. He hadn't expected her potential for monstrous strength to show even at this age.
He didn't think Sakura at this age could harm him, but he also didn't want to take the blame.
"Look, fine, but what if it's not there?"
Feng'an's series of actions had already given Sakura full confidence. Otherwise, why wouldn't he dare let me look in his satchel?
Full of confidence, Sakura puffed out her chest: "Impossible! If it's not in your bag, I'll do whatever you want me to do!"
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Feng'an became a little interested.
"You said it. If I do something out of line later, Haruno Sakura, don't you dare regret it."
Hearing his words, Sakura couldn't help but tremble.
"You... you bastard, you're not going to... going to kiss me, are you?"
Kiss? You're thinking too much, no, you're thinking too little, little girl.
Feng'an couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle softly.
An infatuated love-brain, yet unexpectedly so innocent.
But it was normal, after all, Haruno Sakura was only eleven or twelve years old right now.
"What? Are you regretting it? I don't really care."
With that, Feng'an walked past Sakura.
"Who said I regret it!"
Sakura grabbed Feng'an's sleeve, her expression resolute.
"I want to see."