"Bastard! I don't care if you're a teacher or a jonin—today I'm gonna beat you senseless!"
Uzumaki Naruto staggered to his feet, a bright red mark from the eraser printed across his face. Shaking off his dizziness, he puffed up like an angry little fox and charged straight at Hyūga Ayato.
Ayato casually caught Naruto by the collar, slammed him to the ground, and sat on top of his back with one leg crossed over the other.
"Tomorrow morning. Five o'clock. Training Ground Seven. Be there."
Naruto lay flat on the floor, feeling the weight crushing his spine. His face flushed red with fury.
"Get off me, you jerk! I'm gonna pound you into the dirt!"
"Um…" Sakura stared speechlessly at the scene—Ayato sitting on Naruto like he was a living cushion.
This was his version of "getting along"?
"That speed… this guy's strong." Sasuke narrowed his eyes, hands in pockets. Even with his trained dynamic vision, he couldn't catch the exact moment Ayato moved.
"Remember—starting now, don't eat anything," Ayato said lazily. Internally, he let out a long sigh.
So troublesome.
If Kakashi hadn't nagged him relentlessly for months, he'd never have agreed to take over this group of brats. And that training test tomorrow? That was Kakashi's request too.
Sasuke frowned. "What happens if we eat?"
"At best, you'll be seriously injured. At worst… you'll die. Very dangerous."
Ayato's gentle smile carried a faint hint of menace—clearly a warning.
"Serious injury or death… so this is the world of shinobi?" Sasuke muttered, a chill creeping up his spine.
It must be related to whatever was happening at Training Ground Seven. After all, becoming a ninja meant stepping into a world nothing like the Academy.
Ninjas walked alongside death.
"D-Death? Is tomorrow really that dangerous?" Sakura gulped, fear flickering in her eyes.
"See you brats tomorrow."
Ayato ignored her question and disappeared using Body Flicker, leaving only a swirl of dust behind.
"AAAAH—!" Naruto scrambled up, clutching his stinging face, eyes blazing.
"Stupid stuck-up teacher! Just wait—tomorrow I'll show you!"
"Hn. Super idiot. You set the trap yourself and got embarrassed, and you're still angry?"
Sasuke snorted and turned to leave. He had no interest in fooling around with Naruto—he needed to go home and prepare his gear.
"Tch. One is more stuck-up than the other…"
Naruto clicked his tongue at Sasuke's retreating back. Then he turned to Sakura with a grin.
"Sakura-chan, forget those guys. Let's go get ramen. I've got a free voucher, ya know?"
Sigh.
"I knew you weren't listening properly."
Sakura massaged her forehead as if dealing with a terminally hopeless patient.
"Ayato-sensei said we're not allowed to eat until tomorrow. Otherwise it'll be dangerous. Serious injury or death—remember?"
"Sasuke-kun is being responsible. But you, Naruto—you better not sneak food. If you drag us down tomorrow, no one's helping you." She huffed and hurried after Sasuke.
"Damn it! What's so good about that guy!?"
Naruto clenched his fists, feeling flames of indignation rise behind him.
"Not eating? Hah! Fine! I won't even drink water! I'll show them!"
"Sakura-chan! Wait! Let's go home together!"
…
The sun dipped behind the western hills, its last light painting the village gold.
"Kids these days sure grow up fast."
Hyūga Ayato sat perched atop a rooftop, lazily munching on a skewer of candied hawthorns as he watched Team 7 walk down the street below.
He, Hyūga Ayato, had just turned twenty. He liked cute, well-behaved lolis, but also loved mature, seductive older sisters. He frequently spent his mission rewards drinking with courtesans.
Twenty years ago, he had transmigrated into this dangerous shinobi world, born as an infant of the Hyūga clan.
At age eight, he was kidnapped by five jonin from Iwagakure—they intended to steal his Byakugan.
But in that life-or-death moment, his eyes changed—
Evolving into the Tenseigan, an ocular power rivaling that of the legendary Sage of Six Paths!
No one in the shinobi world recognized the Tenseigan, but as a transmigrator, Ayato knew exactly how terrifying it was.
Equal in prestige to the Rinnegan—
Its overall abilities even surpassed it!
During a Hyūga clan meeting discussing how to deal with Iwa's kidnapping…
Eight-year-old Ayato walked straight into the Hokage's office—
Carrying the severed heads of the five jonin who had taken him.
From that moment onward, Hyūga Ayato's life went full cheat mode.
At eight, the Hokage personally promoted him to elite jonin.
And his overwhelming strength elevated the Hyūga clan's standing within the village.
At nine, he alone completed twenty extremely difficult S-rank missions. His reputation spread across the entire shinobi world, overshadowing even Uchiha Shisui and Uchiha Itachi.
Many believed he would become the Fifth Hokage.
And then… Ayato simply gave up trying.
With his mission earnings, he toured the nations, lived freely, and only returned to the village at sixteen.
Strength? Reputation? Money?
He had all three.
How could he not slack off?
He had zero interest in conquering the world or stirring up trouble. He only wanted a peaceful, laid-back life—missions when he needed cash, women when he needed fun.
A far better lifestyle than risking his life daily.
Resting his cheek on his hand, he recalled the memories with a sigh.
"Never thought things would end up like this…"
A few months ago, he'd been drinking with a seductive older beauty when Kakashi found him.
Kakashi begged him to take over Team 7—believing Ayato's strength could protect the Fourth's legacy… and suppress the Nine-Tails' potential threat.
Naturally, Ayato refused.
But he never expected Kakashi to keep insisting—
Even offering his treasured "Make-Out Paradise" as a gift.
For months, Kakashi kept pestering him until even Ayato was mentally exhausted.
Just when he was about to disappear and travel the world again…
He never expected a system would suddenly activate.
A "Master–Disciple Training System."
Its initial binding?
Team 7.
To use the system, he had to become their teacher.
Seriously?
"I already have the Tenseigan, and now you tell me there's a system!?"
The entire universe clearly wanted him to train Team 7.
So in the end, Ayato accepted the job.
Annoying as it was, the system offered rewards that could further strengthen him—and he wasn't foolish enough to refuse free power.
After all, the future still held the threat of the Ōtsutsuki clan.
In the end—
Only overwhelming power guaranteed a comfortable, lazy life.