The next day.
Feng An woke up early in the morning.
He ruffled his hair in frustration: “Damn it, I’ve graduated, and my body clock is still stuck, isn’t it?”
After a quick wash and breakfast, he strolled through the alleys of Konoha Village as he usually did on holidays, basking in the sun, entering retirement early.
“Look, that good-for-nothing kid is loitering again.”
“If my kid were like him, I’d break his legs.”
“Don’t say that, the kid is actually quite pitiful, without parents, and he’s not a bad person, not mischievous like Naruto.”
“Tian Hui is right, my child is so naughty. If he were as well-behaved as Feng An, at least I’d have less to worry about.”
“Don’t tell me, every time he walks with his hands behind his back, I always feel like he’s not a child.”
Several women in the nearby alleys gathered together, discussing Feng An as he weaved through the alleyways.
Compared to ordinary people, Feng An’s five senses were much sharper; he heard their discussions about him clearly, but he didn’t care much, even smiling and greeting them.
After all, in his previous life, he always encountered such “Village Intelligence Agencies” when he went back to his hometown for holidays, so he was used to it.
Feng An smiled and greeted the women: “Hello, aunties.”
“Hello.”
Seeing Feng An approach, the women stopped talking and greeted him with smiles.
One woman, dressed in purple, asked curiously: “Feng An, why aren’t you going on missions? I see other graduating kids clamoring to take on missions and requests, preparing for the Chunin Exams.”
“What’s the point of becoming a Chunin?”
The woman was startled; it was the first time she had heard a Ninja express disinterest in becoming a Chunin.
“I heard Chunin can take on higher-level requests, which are very profitable.”
Feng An shook his head: “No, auntie, high-level requests are very dangerous. Think about it, how much of a loss would it be to die for a few taels of silver? I’m only a teenager now, my prime years can’t be easily squandered.”
Your youth is spent chatting with us aunties and sunbathing, isn’t it?
The women exchanged glances, their expressions peculiar.
Why is this kid so old-fashioned? Shouldn't someone his age be full of passion and optimism?
“Aunties, I’m busy, I’m going to wander somewhere else.”
Feng An went from one alley to another.
“Feng An,” a female voice called out.
Following that, a long-haired woman with bandaged white thighs and ample bosoms walked towards him.
Feng An looked up and asked: “It’s Yuhi, is something wrong?”
Due to his past life memories, he subconsciously blurted out Kurenai Yuhi’s name.
He scratched his head a bit awkwardly.
This kid, calling me by my name directly.
Kurenai Yuhi raised an eyebrow, but didn’t pay too much attention.
“Why aren’t you going on missions?”
Feng An felt a little helpless; why do they always ask him this question?
He rattled off: “I don’t want to do missions. I’m not short on money right now, and what if I encounter some overpowered monster, like Zabuza Momochi or something? Then I’d be dead.”
After hearing this, Kurenai Yuhi became even more interested in him. The ambition of his peers contrasted sharply with his unique attitude.
Many people his age are too eager for quick success, often putting themselves in danger, which led to the rule of Jonin leading teams.
“Your calm demeanor is good, no wonder Hinata cares about you. Are you interested in training with Team 8?”
Feng An asked, puzzled: “Why me? And haven’t you already chosen three people?”
“I think you’re worth cultivating.”
Feng An glanced at her: “Where did you get that idea?”
“A gut feeling. Besides, Naruto has a teacher, but you don’t. Is your mind at peace?”
Feng An nodded without hesitation: “At peace.”
Naruto is the protagonist, after all; he’s just an extra, and the main storyline isn’t focused on him.
Kurenai Yuhi sighed in a feigned regretful tone: “Ah, well, there’s nothing to be done then. Yesterday at the barbecue restaurant, Hinata kept begging me to take you along. Since you’re unwilling, I’ll just have to go back and tell Hinata you refused her.”
Hmph! You think Little Hinata can move me?
...At an open space, several targets were fixed to trees, with Shuriken haphazardly stuck in them.
At this moment, Hinata, who was training with her Byakugan activated, noticed two figures approaching from behind.
Teacher Kurenai is back, hmm? And behind her is… Feng An?
Hinata abruptly deactivated her Byakugan, turned around, and shyly greeted them: “Ah, Feng An, why are you here…”
Hearing this, Feng An looked up at Kurenai Yuhi: “Are you tricking children?”
From Hinata’s reaction, it was clear she was unaware.
Kurenai Yuhi ruffled his head and chuckled behind her hand: “But Hinata really does care about you, you know.”
Then she looked at everyone: “Everyone, stop for a moment. From now on, Feng An will be training and going on missions with Team 8.”
The other two also stopped their training and slowly walked towards Kurenai Yuhi.
Akamaru barked twice at Feng An.
“Woof woof.”
Inuzuka Kiba patted him and grinned at Feng An: “Let’s reintroduce ourselves. I’m Inuzuka Kiba, the man who will become Hokage!”
Feng An nodded and said: “I’m Feng An, your wish will come true.”
“Only in a dream,” he didn’t say the latter half out loud.
Hearing Inuzuka Kiba’s words, Feng An immediately thought of him becoming Hokage in the Infinite Tsukuyomi, stipulating that every Ninja must raise a dog. It was a good thing Kiba didn’t become Hokage in reality, otherwise, the Village’s name might have to be changed to Doggy Village.
“Wel-welcome Feng An, please take care of me from now on.”
Hinata lowered her head, her voice getting softer and softer as she spoke.
“Okay, please take care of me too.”
Feng An’s lips curled slightly, and he deliberately stepped forward to take Hinata’s small hand.
Hinata’s face instantly turned crimson, and she quickly pulled her hand back, shyly saying: “…I was very careful this time, my hand wasn’t pricked…”
When he saw Little Hinata’s adorable look, his heart almost melted.
Just as he was immersed in this, Kurenai Yuhi punched him on the head.
“Don’t bully Hinata again.”
“I wasn’t,” Feng An rubbed his head and winked at Hinata: “Hinata, I wasn’t bullying you, was I?”
“Mmm…”
Hinata nodded gently.
“Hmph, I have something to do, so I’m leaving. You all train well,” Kurenai Yuhi said before departing.
The others didn’t even have time to ask where she was going before she disappeared.
“Feng An, let’s do some combat training!” Inuzuka Kiba approached and shouted.
“But I only know some very basic Ninjutsu.”
Feng An intended to refuse; he was only here because Little Hinata was, and if he could win Hinata over, even if he was chased and beaten by that blond brat for the rest of his life, it would be worth it. Moreover, Naruto was still foolishly unaware of Hinata’s charm. Training or not, it was secondary.
And even if it was combat training, he would definitely be with Hinata. Wives should be caught young, otherwise, when they grow up, they’ll be snatched away by that blond.
But Inuzuka Kiba didn’t seem to notice his polite refusal, putting his hand on his shoulder: “Don’t worry, it’s just training. I swear I’ll only use some simple Ninjutsu.”
Seeing Inuzuka Kiba’s hot-blooded, idiotic personality, similar to Naruto’s, he knew it would be difficult to refuse. He said helplessly: “Alright then, but let me prepare first.”
He could also see how good he really was.
Inuzuka Kiba put his hands on his head: “Okay, just call me when you’re ready!”
Inuzuka Kiba just thought he was too nervous.
He muttered to himself, “I’ll only use 70% of my strength later.”
Then he glanced at Feng An again.
Seeing his serious expression, Inuzuka Kiba shook his head: “Forget it, I’ll use 50% of my strength. It wouldn’t be good if I dealt him too big a blow.”
Feng An, standing to the side, frowned slightly, his expression serious, thinking,
“I must control my Chakra well. If I accidentally kill him, it’ll be over.”