Hassan picks up the academy pass from the table and reads it slowly.
> [Academy Pass]
Name: Hassan Uzumaki
Father: Kurisaki Uchiha
Mother: Akari Uzumaki
Class: 4C
He looks at the clock.
It says 7:00 AM.
"Hmph... I should be at the academy at 8 AM I think."
Suddenly a blue light flashes in front of his eyes:
>
100 Push-ups
100 Sit-ups
10 km run
100 Pull-ups
He smirks. "Just like Saitama huh…"
But before doing anything, he goes into the kitchen to see his Frieden there.
On the table are some fruits and breads.
Hassan takes out bread, some salad, and grilled chicken.
He carefully makes himself a sandwich.
After that, he wears some fancy and the shiniest clothes — a white jacket with a blue flame trim, clean ninja pants, and a shiny chain necklace.
He grabs the sandwich, takes a bite, and heads out the door, walking to the Academy.
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While walking, he finishes his sandwich slowly. The sun is bright. The village is alive. People talk, merchants shout, and ninja jump across rooftops.
Hassan walks confidently through the crowd like a king among kids.
He reaches the Ninja Academy building. It's large, clean, and full of voices echoing through the halls.
He looks down at the pass again.
Class 4C.
He walks to the classroom. Opens the door.
Inside are all the familiar faces.
Naruto sits in the back, spinning a pencil in his fingers.
Sasuke Uchiha sits near the window with arms crossed.
Neji Hyuga is near the front, calm and focused.
Shikamaru, Choji, Kiba, Hinata, and others are all there.
Hassan walks to an empty chair and sits quietly. He looks around with sharp eyes. Everyone feels something different about him — the way he moves, the way he sits, like he's already lived through things they can't imagine.
Then Iruka-sensei walks in.
"Alright, everyone! Welcome to your first day at the Academy. We'll start things off with a little surprise test — a kunai throwing exam."
Everyone sits up straight.
Iruka continues, "I want to see how well your aim is. I'll call names one by one. You'll each throw six kunai at the target. Let's see what you've got!"
First up:
"Sasuke Uchiha."
Sasuke steps forward with a cold expression.
He throws — Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
Five bullseyes.
The sixth kunai just misses the edge.
"Five out of six. Not bad," Iruka nods.
Next:
"Neji Hyuga."
Neji walks up silently.
Throws — Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
Four bullseyes.
Two miss the edge.
"Four out of six. Excellent control," Iruka says.
The rest of the students come up.
Most can't even hit the bullseye more than two times.
Some miss completely.
Then finally...
"Hassan Uzumaki."
The room goes quiet.
Hassan stands up slowly, calm and confident.
He walks to the throwing line.
Everyone watches him, even Naruto.
He picks up the six kunai.
His eyes focus.
In his past life, he was a professional gymnast and expert gun shooter. His muscle memory was perfect. His reflexes were precise. Aiming? That was his specialty.
Without saying a word —
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
Six bullseyes. Perfect center. No wobble. No hesitation.
The room freezes.
Naruto stands up. "I KNEW Sasuke wouldn't always be the strongest!! Hassan finally surpassed him!!"
Sasuke's eyes widen.
Inside, he screams:
> "I got defeated… by a commoner? A commoner Uzumaki?! How am I supposed to kill Itachi… if a random nobody is stronger than me?!"
He clenches his fists.
> "Tch... I will train twice as hard today. I won't lose again."
Iruka blinks, still in shock. "Hassan Uzumaki... six out of six. Perfect score."
Hassan walks back to his seat without a word.
The entire class looks at him differently now.