Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha is not motivated.

"Haha, are all freshmen this arrogant these days?"

Seeing the blond brat glaring at him angrily, the guy with the mohawk was so amused he was doubled over with laughter, tears almost streaming down his face.
"Boss, let me go teach him a lesson!"

The chubby guy, who was rubbing his fists in anticipation, volunteered.

"Okay, go ahead and show this kid the power of your stomach."

The man with the rooster-like hairpin nodded slightly, temporarily relinquishing the stage to his underling.

And so, the mountain of fat stood blocking the way in front of Minato, the stark contrast in their physiques creating a striking image.
He looked down at the little toddler, stretched his large, fan-like hands, and his eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat, were filled with a cruel smile.

A horrific act of bullying is about to unfold.

All of this was observed by Fugaku, who was arriving at the school gate not far away for their appointment.
Seeing Minato confronting the criminal forces, his face lit up with joy. He felt a surge of pride, even as a prison guard, and immediately pointed in their direction.
"Look, it's him!"

The people behind him looked in the direction he pointed, their puzzled expressions instantly turning into complex emotions. Among them, Mikoto's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"Young Master Fugaku, is that your newly recruited underling?"

"How about it? Isn't it excellent?"

Fugaku looked at Minato, who was unafraid of a powerful enemy, with admiration and affirmed with a smug expression,
"Uh, it's hard to say."

Mikoto frowned, her gaze darting back and forth between the repulsive-looking trio.

Even though they looked quite fierce and their overall image perfectly matched the stereotypical lackeys in a cliché storyline, some of Mikoto's looks simply couldn't accept Fugaku recruiting such unattractive individuals.

"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected, the bigger the prison, the bigger the underlings."

Nawaki, who also regarded the bullying trio as Fugaku's newly recruited underlings, also showed a look of disgust.

"You idiot, it's rare that you've said something sensible."

Fugaku looked at Nawaki, who was indirectly praising him, with surprise. He accepted the compliment from his enemy without hesitation, and his smugness deepened.

"This is the first time I've realized that your skin is as thick as a wall of earth."

Seeing Fugaku's proud expression, which showed no shame whatsoever, Nawaki was furious.

"what?"

"We are ashamed to be associated with you!"

Leading Shikaku and the others away from the bewildered Fugaku, Nawaki glared at them with a righteous expression.
Allowing his underlings to bully younger students and even gloating over it is a disgrace to Konoha!
"Young Master Fugaku, this is indeed going too far. Aren't you going to stop it? I've misjudged you!"

Looking at the group that was gradually distancing themselves from him, Fugaku blinked his slightly fierce eyes, his face full of question marks.

"No need. Don't underestimate my new underling. He's not as simple as he seems."

Fugaku shook his head and refused Mikoto's suggestion.

"This weak enemy is no match for him at all."

Others might not know, but it was clear from the opening ceremony that Minato possessed a special talent that would make dealing with such a mediocre opponent no problem at all.

"Hiss, what a vicious guy, Mikoto, now you should finally see through his evil nature, right?"

Upon hearing this, Nawaki gasped sharply, staring incredulously at the unmoved Fugaku.

“Young Master Fugaku, this is indeed going too far.”

The Hyuga brothers nodded in agreement.

"Fugaku-kun, you're too born into this world."

"You guys, do you still want to eat ramen or not?!"

"..."

"Uh...actually, I think that fat guy is quite handsome."

"That's right, that's right, that rooster-motif hairstyle is absolutely stunning!"

These guys really have no shame when it comes to ramen.

"what!!!"

Just as everyone was praising the three bullies' stunning looks, a sudden exclamation drew their attention.
Amidst the screams of onlookers, the fat, grotesque man with a large head and ears raised his hands and slammed them down, seemingly about to turn the fair-skinned, blond-haired little boy into a pig's head.
As he watched Minato about to fall beneath his palms, Fatty's smile grew even more cruel.
"Hahaha!"

At the critical moment, the water gate, which had been held in suspense for so long, moved.
"Shh!"

Just before the palm strike landed on his face, he slightly bent his knees and turned around, narrowly dodging the fat man's potentially fatal or seriously injured blow.
"boom!"

"what?"

The fat guy, who had been filming in vain, never expected that Minato would be able to dodge his attack. Feeling the burning gazes around him, he gritted his teeth and turned around, raising his broad hands high.

Having dodged the first wave of attacks, Minato was still in a daze, his eyes wide with excitement as he stared intently at the fat man's raised hands.
For some reason, the other person's movements, which were not slow at all, appeared as sluggish as a snail to him.
In a mere instant, he had dozens of elegant ways to evade the situation to choose from.

"Suffer to death!"

"boom!"

"Nani?"

Staring blankly at his large hand slapping against the wall, the fat boy, having missed twice, was momentarily stunned.
Looking at Minato, he simply ducked and perfectly dodged the opponent's fierce attack. Apart from a little dust on his flushed face, he was completely unharmed.
"Fatty, are you even capable?"

Seeing his younger brother make such a fool of himself, the man with the rooster-like hair felt utterly humiliated, and his face immediately darkened.
"It must be because I didn't eat enough at noon, so I was a bit slow and that kid took advantage of me."

Fatty was starting to lose face and tried to make up for it by saying he was hungry, but his teammates immediately exposed him.
"Boss, he's playing you! I clearly saw him sneakily eat three big bags of 'menzi' behind your back!"

"Hmm! Fatty, what else do you have to say?"

"You buck-toothed jerk, I'll never share my feelings with you again! It's so frustrating!"

Seeing the short, buck-toothed man who had betrayed him, Fatty angrily withdrew his hand, his fierce gaze locking onto Minato, whose face showed excitement; the murderous intent in his eyes was clearly visible.
It's all that kid's fault for making me look bad; I have to pluck all of his blond hair!
"what!"

Thinking of this, the chubby boy, now serious, frowned, and his thick hands began to clumsily form hand seals.

A faint, ethereal blue light emanated from his body, causing the onlookers to gasp in surprise.

"It's chakra!"

Fugaku, who also witnessed this scene, frowned. These punks were actually using chakra to deal with a freshman.
Now, the nature of the bullying has changed, and he, as the prison warden, has to step in to help.

Fugaku bent his knees slightly, gathering his strength in his feet, preparing to end this farce with a stylish entrance.

In the blink of an eye, under the influence of chakra, Fatty's movements were much faster than before.
"Xinei!"

"what!"

The kind-hearted passerby immediately closed their eyes, unable to bear watching a cute blond little boy being ravaged by a fat boy.

Responsible passersby have already called the police, and nearby police units are on their way.
Meanwhile, our client, Minato, stood there dumbfounded, his eyes wide as if he had been terrified.

"Minato-kun! Get out of the way!"

In the corner, Zhiwei, who had finally recovered, straightened up, clutching her aching chest, and loudly reminded him,
"Sushi bar!"

"Boom!!!"

This time, the roar was much louder than the previous two, and the destructive power was astonishing; the dust it kicked up was as high as an adult.
"what!"

But what was most heartbreaking was the pitiful scream that came from the smoke and dust. The onlookers looked on with pity, already picturing the gruesome image of the golden-haired boy turning into a pig's head.

"Jie Jie"

The man with the rooster-like hair laughed heartily and sinisterly; they had finally gotten their revenge.

"Ah!~"

"Yes, like that, shout louder!"

However, the buck-toothed man, who had been listening intently, revealed an expression of utter terror a few seconds later.
Hearing the increasingly familiar screams, he tremblingly tugged at the corner of the rooster-haired man's shirt and whispered a reminder.

"Boss...that sound like Fatty's?" "Ha, what nonsense are you talking about? How could that be Fatty?"

"Ah~ Boss, save me!"

The moment the cry for help was heard, the rooster-haired man's displeased expression froze on his face. It really was his underling, Fatty's voice! He immediately exclaimed in surprise.
"Fatty!"

As the thick smoke and dust slowly dissipated, the once arrogant fat man was now kneeling on the ground, his face filled with terror, his hands, imbued with terrifying strength, deeply embedded in the earth.

"Ah! Boss, help! He's going to stab me to death!"

With Fatty's scream, the others, now with clearer vision, realized that Minato, the target of their attack, was standing beside him, slightly panting.
Her clothes were slightly dirty, and her delicate white hands tightly gripped a "senbon" (a type of shochu), pressing it firmly against the fat boy's throat.
"Keep yelling, or I'll stab you to death!"

"Ah~ah~ah~"

The coerced fat man didn't dare to think any further and immediately began to scream rhythmically.
"Pfft~"

This comical scene caused passersby who had just been on edge to burst into laughter, and the man with the rooster-like haircut wished he could disappear into the ground.

"Looks like I'm overthinking it."

Not far away, Fugaku, who had been crouching down in preparation for a sprint, slowly straightened up, shaking his head to dispel the faint crimson in his eyes, his face calm.
I never expected Minato to bring me such a big surprise; I knew I hadn't misjudged him.

"Oh, so you're the boss? Your underling got killed and you just stand by and do nothing."

Looking at Fugaku's calm expression, Nawaki couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"Counter-kill? Are you blind? It was clearly my underling who turned the tables!"

Fugaku glared at Nawaki and retorted arrogantly.

"Are you still being stubborn?"

"idiot."

"."

"Um, seniors, may I ask a question?"

Just as Fugaku and Nawaki Hizashi were bickering, Nara Shikaku, who had been silent for a long time, finally snapped, his aversion to stupidity erupting as he raised his hand with a complicated expression.

"Hmm? Shikaku, what do you want to say?"

"Senior Fugaku, I'd like to confirm, your new underlings aren't those three weird-looking guys, are they?"

Under everyone's gaze, Shikaku pointed to the rooster-haired guy and the others with shocked expressions.
"Huh? You little brat with the pineapple head and triangular eyes, who are you trying to insult? Mikoto, don't pull me, no, what are you laughing at?"

Seeing Nara Shikaku dump such a stinking mess on him, Fugaku would have almost unleashed his kaleidoscope of anger if Mikoto hadn't been holding him back from laughing.
"Pfft pfft pfft~ No, I wasn't pfft pfft~ laughing~!"

Realizing she had also misunderstood, Mikoto turned her head away, trying to hide her face, which was flushed red from trying not to laugh.
"Huh? So those three guys weren't your underlings?"

Rope Tree blushed deeply, his face flushed, and he scratched his head, a hint of apology in his eyes, but not much.

"You guys!? Do you all really think that our Uchiha's taste is that bad?"

From the astonished expressions of those around him, Fugaku belatedly realized what was happening, his eyes widening in anger.

Even if Fugaku Uchiha were to die, even if he jumped off the Hokage Rock, he would never take on such an ugly subordinate.

On the field,

Despite his aching body, Minato forced himself to persevere, not letting his small hand holding the "Senbon" waver even slightly.
"Ah~ Ah~ Yamete~"

Won?

Looking at the fat boy screaming for help, if it weren't for his own physical weakness, he would have thought he was dreaming.

"Stop yelling, Fatty!"

"But he had it."

Enraged, the man with the rooster-like haircut roared, his sinister gaze fixed on the "senbon" in Minato's hand, his expression growing increasingly grim.
"Those are chopsticks!"

"what?"

After the rooster-haired guy pointed it out, the onlookers realized that the "senbon" Minato used to restrain Fatty was actually just an ordinary chopstick.

"Chopsticks? Impossible! Look at my face!"

The fat boy trembled with surprise and hurriedly showed his greasy right cheek.

There was a bloody gash on it, as if it had been injured by some kind of sharp weapon.
Just moments before the attack was about to hit Minato, a flash of cold light struck first, and unable to dodge in time, he was slashed on the cheek.

Not only did he fail to flatten the target, his operation also began to go awry, allowing the incredibly fast Minato to seize the opportunity and successfully counterattack, leading to his current predicament.

not far away,
Hiashi looked thoughtfully at the other chopstick stuck in the wall beside him; it was the one Minato had just thrown over.

"Hizashi, did you see what that blond kid was doing just now?"

Unlike the others whose vision was obscured by the smoke and dust, the Hyuga brothers, empowered by their Byakugan, saw Minato's counterattack and the fat man's defeat clearly.
To Hiashi's surprise, the careless man failed to see Minato's trajectory as he dodged the attack and successfully counterattacked.
"Soon, that kind of nerve reflex speed is something that a ninja academy student could never possess."

Hizashi nodded slightly, his long eyebrows furrowing slightly. However, judging from the youthful meridians within Minato's body, he didn't seem to be transformed from an adult ninja.
Genius?
With a deep gaze fixed on Minato in the center of the arena, Hizashi wanted to memorize his appearance so he could thoroughly investigate his background when he got home.

"What's wrong with chopsticks? Who says chopsticks can't kill someone?"

Seeing that his weapon's identity had been exposed, Minato, who had already estimated the speed of the security force's response, remained calm.
The fat man immediately showed a look of fear as the hand holding the quick-repair device tightened slightly.
"What do you want?"

Although the guy with the rooster-like haircut was a scoundrel, he was also loyal and didn't act rashly.

"Apologize to my friend."

"what?"

Upon hearing this absurd request, the man with the rooster-like hair blinked in bewilderment. "Are you really crazy or just pretending? Is there anyone else here?"

"Minato-kun..."

Aburame Zhiwei was moved to tears, but unfortunately, no one in the room paid any attention to this nobody.

"Boss, pretend to agree first, and then take him down when he's off guard to avenge Fatty."

The cunning buck-toothed man secretly devised a plan behind the rooster-haired man's back, winning the eldest brother's approval.

The man with the rooster-like hair nodded solemnly and bowed casually in one direction.
“Private Marseille with red bean paste!”

"Here!"

Minato angrily raised his little hand to correct her, but that momentary lapse in concentration gave the two men with the rooster-like haircut an opportunity.

"Hehehe, you childish brat, prepare to die!"

The rooster-haired man and the buck-toothed man, their bodies radiating chakra, launched a fierce attack, striking Minato from the left and right.
not good!

Minato's pupils contracted slightly. He was now at his limit; dodging Fatty's attacks and the thrown chopsticks had exhausted all his strength.
Even though I could see their movements clearly, my tired body couldn't keep up.

Dying?

"Minato-kun!"

The short-legged Shimi regretted not having wings like an insect; perhaps then she could have saved Minato.
"Humph!"

Just when all hope seemed lost, a figure, seizing the perfect moment to enter, descended from the sky.

"what!"

"what!"

The two men with the rooster-comb haircuts suddenly felt everything go black before their eyes, screamed in pain, and were sent flying backwards.

"Are you late?"

Minato, who had narrowly escaped death, stared wide-eyed, his azure pupils reflecting Fugaku's dashing landing. The nascent, youthful spirit within him was instantly rekindled.
"No, you've come at the perfect time, the prison is big." (End of Chapter)