Naruto: I'm in Konoha, my name is Uzumaki Menma

Chapter 350 Ultimate Technique: Thousand-Year Kill!

Inside the ninja school.

Time passed slowly while waiting.

One after another, the instructor ninjas arrived at the classroom door and called away the students of their respective classes.

When Kurenai Yuhi, a special Jonin from Team 8, known for her genjutsu and with red eyes, appeared, Sakura, though somewhat disappointed that she wasn't in the same class as Sasuke, cheered up and left with Kiba Inuzuka and Shino Aburame, following this gentle-looking but sharp-eyed female Jonin.

The Ino-Shika-Cho trio from Team 9 were taken away by the somewhat disheveled Jonin, Sarutobi Asuma.

As one class after another was led away, the once noisy classroom gradually quieted down.

In the end, only three people remained.

Menma, Naruto, and Hinata were still sitting by the window.

The sunlight stretched the three people's shadows long, intertwining them on the floor.

"Ugh—! So slow!" Naruto jumped up from his seat for the umpteenth time, pacing back and forth in the classroom like a caged beast: "All the other classes' instructors are here! Why aren't ours here yet?! Could it be... could they have forgotten about us?!"

He rushed to the classroom door and peeked out, looking around.

The corridor was empty; there wasn't a single person in sight.

"Damn it!" Naruto slammed his fist on the doorframe, making a dull thud. "When are we going to get to this point?!"

Menma leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed, showing an astonishing tolerance for the noise pollution Naruto was creating.

But listening to the incessant buzzing in his ears, he finally couldn't help but sigh slightly, open his eyes, and decide to find some peace and quiet for himself.

He turned around and looked at Hinata Hyuga, who was sitting quietly beside him.

Hinata placed her hands neatly on her knees, her head slightly bowed, her fair cheeks flushed slightly, whether from the heat or some other reason, it was hard to tell.

She would occasionally steal a glance at Mianma beside her, then immediately lower her eyes like a startled fawn, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

"Hinata." Menma's gentle voice broke the noisy background created by Naruto: "I haven't seen Hanabi much lately. What has that girl been busy with?"

Hinata trembled slightly upon hearing Menma's question, her cheeks flushing even more. She looked up at Menma, her voice soft yet clear: "Hanabi... Father has been very strict with her training lately, saying that she has great talent and cannot afford to waste time."

She paused, a proud smile of an older sister appearing on her face: "Hanabi is really amazing. She learned many Gentle Fist moves much faster than I did back then."

Upon hearing this, Mianma tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the ceiling, recalling that little girl who possessed extraordinary talent at such a young age.

Hinata Hanabi's Byakugan has extremely high purity. In the original movie, she was even chosen by Otsutsuki Toneri to have her eyes taken away in order to evolve into the Tenseigan.

Hinata, on the other hand, possesses a powerful taijutsu and combat talent far exceeding that of ordinary members of the Hyuga main family due to the "big sister" personality from the limited Tsukuyomi world within her. As she grows older, her physical abilities become increasingly stronger, and in sparring, she can gradually hold her own against her father, Hiashi Hyuga, an elite Jonin.

Perhaps it was because he could not experience the sense of accomplishment of "teaching and nurturing" his eldest daughter that Hiashi placed more energy and expectations on his second daughter, Hanabi, who was equally talented and whose personality was more in line with the traditional expectations of the Hyuga family.

The two chatted quietly for a while, and the atmosphere in the classroom was unusually warm and peaceful for a moment.

After a while, Menma turned to look at Naruto, who was still anxiously standing at the door.

"Naruto," Menma said, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness, "Can you be quiet for a moment? If you keep pacing around like this, even if the instructor comes, he'll be scared away."

"But Menma-nii!" Naruto turned around, his face full of impatience. "We've been waiting for hours! The other classes left a long time ago! This is so unfair!"

"Perhaps..." Hinata began softly, her cheeks slightly flushed, her fingers unconsciously twisting together, "Perhaps our instructor is testing our patience?"

"A test of patience?!" Naruto's eyes widened. "What kind of test is this?! It's clearly slacking off! Being late!"

Seeing Naruto's state, Menma knew that if he didn't give him something to do, this guy would keep causing trouble until night.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Naruto, do you want to learn the move I used to deal with Sasuke?"

These words seemed to have a magical power, instantly calming Naruto down.

He turned his head sharply, his blue eyes wide and sparkling with excitement: "I want to learn! I want to learn!"

Naruto excitedly rushed up to Menma: "Teach me quickly! Menma-nii! Next time Sasuke bothers me, I'll use this move on him!"

Menma's smile deepened as he watched Naruto's eager expression.

Hinata also looked up curiously, her pure white eyes filled with confusion and a hint of anticipation.

Menma waved, signaling Naruto and Hinata to come closer.

Then, he began “teaching”.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop.

Kakashi sat on the ground, leaning against a railing in the shade, one leg bent and the other straight, his posture as languid as a cat sunbathing in the afternoon.

He was holding a novel with an orange cover, "Intimate Paradise."

Sunlight shone from the side, casting a pale gold hue on his silvery-white hair.

The headband was worn askew, covering his left eye, while his right eye was intently focused on the pages of the book, occasionally letting out a soft, suppressed laugh, clearly having seen something interesting.

He was so engrossed in watching that he seemed to have completely forgotten the time and the three newly graduated genin waiting for him downstairs.

Dozens of meters away from the rooftop, on a large, leafy tree.

Sasuke squatted on a thick branch, leaning against the trunk, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the leaves, landing on the leisurely figure on the rooftop.

He wasn't wearing the animal mask from the Dark Division, revealing his handsome face, which always carried a cold expression.

Her short black hair swayed gently in the breeze, and although her Sharingan wasn't activated, her dark eyes remained sharp.

Sasuke's brows furrowed slightly.

He never expected that Kakashi would become Naruto's Jonin mentor.

With Kakashi's strength and experience as the captain of the Anbu, it seems like a waste of his talents to have him lead a group of newly graduated genin.

At least three hours have passed since this morning.

Kakashi just sat on the rooftop, reading a novel and sunbathing, showing no intention of going downstairs to see his student.

"Really..." Sasuke muttered to himself, his voice carrying a complex emotion: "Too lazy."

With such an unreliable teacher, Naruto and Menma are probably in for a rough time.

But at the same time, Sasuke felt a hint of envy.

I envy that kind of freedom—the freedom to be so casual and unconventional.

Just then, a graceful figure, Uzuki Yugao, landed on the branch where Sasuke was.

She had a slender ninja sword at her waist and carried three cloth-wrapped boxes in her hands, which emitted a faint aroma of food.

"Lunch." Xiyan handed one of the boxes to Sasuke.

Although they can eat soldier rations while on missions, their missions are somewhat special, requiring them to 'protect' Naruto for an extended period, and since they are in the core area of ​​Konoha, they naturally don't have as many restrictions.

Sasuke took the box and nodded: "Thank you, Yugao-senpai."

Yugao looked at the shadow of another tree: "Sai, yours."

Sai's figure slowly emerged from the shadows, like someone stepping out of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

"Thank you, Yugao-senpai." Sai teleported to Yugao's side, took the bento, and the smile on his face was still a little strange.

The three of them found their own spots, sat down on the tree branches, and opened their lunch boxes.

Lunch was simple: rice, grilled eel, miso soup, and some pickles.

But for a ninja, this is already quite good treatment.

Sai ate very slowly, chewing each bite carefully, as if performing some kind of ritual.

As he ate, he looked up at the rooftop in the distance, where Kakashi was still sitting, flipping through a novel.

"Kakashi-senpai..." Sai suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with confusion, "Has it always been like this?"

Yugao and Sasuke were both stunned for a moment.

Their first reaction was that Sai was asking Kakashi about watching "Icha Icha Paradise".

After all, that book was quite famous in Konoha, being an 18+ novel that was a bestseller in the ninja world.

Yugao's face flushed slightly, and she coughed lightly, "Well... Kakashi-senpai does... like reading those kinds of books. But his strength is undeniable, so don't underestimate him because of that..."

Sasuke nodded, though his face remained expressionless, his ears were slightly red.

But Sai's next words made the two realize they were wrong.

Sai put down his chopsticks and said in a flat tone, "I mean, is Kakashi-senpai 'leaving' the genin hanging like this a kind of test?"

For him, who came from the "roots" (referring to the core group of the Communist Party), assessments often meant brutal elimination and a life-or-death struggle.

To him, simply "waiting" was incredibly easy.

Yugao and Sasuke then realized that they had misunderstood, and their faces flushed even more.

Yugao quickly looked at Sasuke and threw the question at him: "Sasuke, you've spent more time with Kakashi-senpai, so you should answer it."

Sasuke chewed on his rice ball, thought for a moment, and replied with a hint of helplessness, "An assessment? Maybe. But it's more likely that Kakashi-sensei is simply... afraid of trouble, and has a serious procrastination problem."

“Leading a squad of genin is probably a very energy-consuming and time-consuming task for him, so he should start as late as possible.”

Recalling his experience of being stood up by Kakashi when he first joined the Anbu, Sasuke's tone carried a hint of resentment.

Sai nodded as if he understood, but he still couldn't fully comprehend this carefree attitude.

In his fundamental training, tasks and orders were paramount, and delays were absolutely unacceptable.

The three continued eating lunch, exchanging a few words occasionally.

The afternoon sun dappled through the leaves, casting dappled patterns of light. A gentle breeze carried the faint sounds of children's laughter from the distant playground.

Everything appeared calm and peaceful.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun was already setting in the west, and sunlight was streaming in through the window on the other side of the classroom.

Following Menma's "instructions," Naruto completed the "arrangement."

He carefully placed a blackboard eraser above the classroom door frame; it was just a small prank, and no ninja with even a little experience would fall for it.

But Menma told him that this was just a "pretend".

The real "killer move" is yet to come.

“Remember,” Menma said to Naruto, his voice soft but earnest, “when the instructor pushes open the door and the eraser falls down, he will definitely lower his guard. That will be the real opportunity.”

Naruto nodded vigorously, his eyes shining: "Understood! Menma-nii! Leave it to me!"

Hinata looked at the two of them with some concern and whispered, "Is this... really okay? What if our instructor gets angry..."

"Don't worry." Menma patted Hinata on the shoulder with a gentle smile: "If he can't even handle a prank of this level, then he doesn't deserve to be our instructor Jonin."

Hinata thought about it and agreed that it made sense, so she said no more. Everything was ready.

The three of them sat back down in their seats, adopting a "waiting obediently" posture.

Naruto tried hard to suppress his excitement, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

He glanced at the doorway every now and then, then at Mianma, his eyes filled with "When are you coming? When are you coming!"

Mianma calmly looked out the window, as if everything was none of his business.

Hinata sat between the two, her hands on her knees, her posture upright, but her cheeks were flushed and her heart was beating a little fast.

On the rooftop, Kakashi finally closed "Icha Icha Paradise" in his hands, smacking his lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

He raised his head, squinted at the setting sun, and lazily stretched, his bones making a soft "crack" sound.

"Ah... it's already this late." He muttered to himself, his voice carrying the satisfaction of having just finished reading an exciting chapter and a hint of melancholy about starting his "nanny job" soon.

"I wonder if those three little ones downstairs are getting impatient? They should be... alright, right?"

He slowly stood up, dusted off his bottom, carefully stuffed the precious book into the ninja tool pouch on his waist, and then staggered towards the stairwell.

A few minutes later, Kakashi strolled leisurely to the door of the classroom on the third floor.

The three people inside the classroom stopped at the classroom door upon hearing footsteps and looked over.

Naruto held his breath.

Hinata's fingers clenched tightly.

A faint smile played at the corners of his numb lips.

The doorknob turned.

squeak-

The classroom door was slowly pushed open.

Just as the door was halfway open—

Snapped!
The blackboard eraser, which was placed above the door frame, fell with a thud and hit the person who pushed the door open squarely on the head.

White chalk dust fell in swirling patterns, landing on that head of silver-white hair like a light snowfall.

In the classroom, Menma, Naruto, and Hinata "happened" to turn around and see this scene.

"Pfft—Hahahaha!!!"

Naruto slammed his fist on the table and burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over, tears welling up in his eyes: "I've been tricked! I've been tricked! Are you our Jonin instructor? How could you be so careless!"

His laughter was particularly loud in the quiet classroom.

The blackboard eraser slipped off Kakashi's silver hair and fell to the ground with a "thud".

Beneath his silver hair, partially whitened by chalk dust, Kakashi slowly raised his dead fish eyes and glanced at the three people in the classroom.

There was no anger in those eyes, only a kind of lazy and helpless feeling of "I've been tricked".

"Ah..." Kakashi's voice trailed off, his tone languid as if he had just woken up: "Yeah. I didn't expect to be given a hard time by my own student."

"Young people these days are really unlovable..."

He patted the chalk dust off his head, his movements slow and deliberate, showing no sign of urgency.

However, at the very moment he dusted off the dust—

Naruto slammed his hand on the table, leaping up from his seat with a triumphant smile spreading across his face:

"We've fallen for their trap!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body turned into white smoke with a "bang" and disappeared into the air.

Kakashi's dead fish eyes widened slightly for a moment.

Shadow clone?
when?
Almost at the same time, a cloud of smoke exploded next to the blackboard eraser that had fallen to the ground behind Kakashi, and the real Naruto appeared!

He crouched on the ground, his hands forming a tiger seal, a wicked grin on his face as he aimed at Kakashi's buttocks and thrust forward with a sudden lunge!
He was originally aiming at Kakashi's butt.

"Take this! Ultimate Technique: Thousand Years of Death!!!"

Naruto's movements were full of brute force!

He could almost picture the comical scene of Kakashi being stabbed and screaming as he flew through the air!
However, Kakashi was no pushover either.

boom!
Kakashi in front of them instantly turned into an ordinary wooden stake!

Substitution!
Naruto still had a smug smile on his face as he slammed his hands firmly into the hard wood, making his fingers go numb!
"Huh...?" He was dumbfounded, looking around blankly: "Where is everyone?"

Just then, Hinata's startled cry rang out: "Naruto... Naruto! Watch out behind you!"

Naruto shuddered and abruptly turned his head.

Kakashi was squatting behind him.

His face still wore that lazy expression, but a hint of mockery flashed in his dead fish eyes.

His hands also formed a "tiger seal," and he leaned forward, his posture exactly the same as Naruto's.

"The Hidden Techniques of Konoha—"

Kakashi's voice was drawn out, each word pronounced clearly, carrying a mischievous pleasure:

"A Thousand-Year Kill!"

next second.

"puff--!!!"

"what--!!!"

A piercing, distorted scream shattered the quiet afternoon in the teaching building!

Naruto flew forward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall opposite the classroom with a "bang," then slowly slid down and collapsed to the ground, twitching all he could do.

"Ouch! O ...

His screams echoed through the classroom.

Hinata's face instantly turned bright red. She quickly covered her eyes with her hands, but couldn't help peeking through her fingers. Her pure white eyes were filled with the conflicting emotions of "so embarrassing but I want to laugh."

Mianma slapped his forehead, making a crisp sound.

Then he lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, whether he was trying to suppress a laugh or feeling helpless at Naruto's foolishness was unclear.

"This idiot..." Menma muttered to himself. Although he was the one who came up with the plan, Naruto's execution and adaptability were really both laughable and exasperating.

Kakashi slowly stood up, then took out the book "Icha Icha Paradise" from his pocket and casually turned to the page he had been reading before.

He walked to the center of the classroom and glanced at the three people.

Naruto, clutching his buttocks and groaning in pain.

Hinata blushed and dared not look at him.

And Mianma's shoulders were shaking, as if he was trying to suppress a laugh.

A profound meaning flashed in Kakashi's deadpan eyes.

The blackboard eraser prank was too simple and obvious for him to even bother to 'react'.

But the subsequent transformation technique combined with the Thousand Years of Death...

interesting.

First, create a shadow clone to distract the opponent, while the main body becomes a blackboard eraser. When the three people in the classroom attract his attention, the blackboard eraser that fell behind him turns back into the main body, and he squats down to unleash the Thousand Years of Death. This smooth combo can injure even an ordinary Jonin if they are not careful.

This tactic doesn't seem like something Naruto would come up with.

Kakashi's gaze lingered on Menma for an extra second.

The top student of this year? Interesting.

He achieved excellent grades in all theoretical tests and never lost a practical test. Even Sasuke, who had awakened the Sharingan with two tomoe, was no match for him.

"Well then—" Kakashi closed the book, his voice returning to its lazy tone: "Team 7, assemble."

Naruto struggled to his feet and limped over to Menma and Hinata.

The three stood in a row, facing Kakashi.

"First, let's introduce ourselves." Kakashi yawned, as if he hadn't woken up properly: "Things you like, things you dislike, your dreams for the future... and so on. Let's start with you."

He pointed at Naruto.

Naruto rubbed his still-aching bottom and complained, "Shouldn't you be the one introducing yourself first, teacher?"

"Me?" Kakashi pointed to himself and shrugged.

He said lazily, "My name is Kakashi Hatake. I don't want to tell you what I like or dislike. As for my interests... well, my hobbies are... well, I have many."

Naruto exclaimed, "In the end, all I remember is your name, Sensei!"

Kakashi waved his hand: "Don't worry about it. Alright, it's your turn."

"Never mind!" Naruto took a deep breath, straightened his back, and a bright smile returned to his face.

"My name is Naruto Uzumaki! I love Ichiraku Ramen and all the food that Menma treats me to! I hate waiting! My dream for the future is to surpass all the previous Hokage and become the strongest Hokage! And then make the whole village acknowledge me!"

The voice was loud and energetic.

Kakashi was somewhat speechless at Naruto's loud voice. He nodded without saying anything, then looked at Hinata.

Hinata's face flushed even more. She lowered her head and spoke softly but clearly, "I... my name is Hinata Hyuga... what I like is... is... Menma-kun's... sweets... what I hate is... people who hurt my comrades... my dream is... to become a ninja who can protect everyone and make everyone happy..."

By the end, his voice had become so soft it was almost inaudible.

"The new head of the Hyuga clan? They say he has a second personality." Kakashi nodded again, finally glancing at Menma.

Menma raised her head, her expression calm, her voice gentle: "My name is Menma. I like many things, I hate trouble, and my dream is..."

He paused, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips:

"Change the world!"

Kakashi slightly raised his dead fish eyes.

"Change the world"...

It's not about becoming Hokage, protecting comrades, or anything like the dream of a twelve-year-old boy.

interesting.

(End of this chapter)