The classroom isn't big enough.
That was Kamiki's first thought after successfully transforming.
His viewpoint became high. Ridiculously high. The originally spacious lecture hall now felt like a narrow matchbox.
The ceiling was right on top of his head. No, he was already hitting the ceiling.
Crack.
The beams made a faint sound of breaking. Dust fell, getting into his eyes.
Kamiki felt his whole body filled with explosive power. But this power wasn't his own; it was the "shell" simulated by mobilizing Chakra.
But he seemed to have used too much force.
He gave too much Chakra.
To cover up the lack of details, he subconsciously piled up the thickness of the Chakra.
The effect was outstanding.
"What is... that..."
Someone was trembling. The sound of teeth chattering.
Kamiki looked down.
His vision turned dark red. The world in his eyes right now seemed coated in a layer of red.
He saw Iruka sitting on the ground, the attendance book scattered all over the floor. The usually strict yet gentle teacher had no blood left in his face. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, reflecting a huge red shadow. His mouth was open, and a "gurgling" airy sound came from his throat.
Further back.
Inuzuka Kiba, who had laughed the loudest earlier, was now covering Akamaru's mouth tightly, shivering under the desk. Akamaru had already peed himself.
Sasuke.
That proud Uchiha. At this moment, he was gripping that broken pen tightly, his body stiff as a rock. There was no arrogance in his eyes, only disbelief and fear.
As for Naruto...
Naruto was dumbfounded. His mouth was wide open, two lines of snot hanging down his face, staring blankly upward. He even forgot to blink those blue eyes.
Kamiki moved his "hand."
A huge claw covered in red Chakra fur scraped the blackboard.
Screech—!
A tooth-aching sharp sound.
The blackboard crumbled into crumbs like a soda cracker. Green fragments and white dust flew everywhere.
"Roar..."
Kamiki intended to say, "How about it, big enough right?" but the voice, twisted by the Transformation Jutsu, turned into a low, tyrannical beast roar full of killing intent.
Sound waves rolled.
The glass windows all shattered.
This roar became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"Nine... Nine-Tails!!"
Don't know who yelled it first. The voice was sharp, like a knife cutting the throat.
This yell completely ignited the air in the classroom.
"Waaaaah! Help!"
"Demon Fox! The Demon Fox is out!"
"Run! Mom!"
Several timid girls rolled their eyes and fainted directly. The rest of the students squeezed toward the back door like crazy, knocking over tables and chairs in the process.
The scene became chaotic for a moment.
Kamiki was a bit confused.
He just wanted to transform into something bigger to save the trouble of copying the reflection details on Iruka-sensei's nose bridge.
Was this necessary?
He looked down at himself.
A bright red Chakra cloak, nine tails dancing wildly behind him—even though they could only curl up because the classroom was too small, hideous fangs, and that malicious aura seemingly from hell.
"Huh? I actually turned into the Nine-Tails?!"
That is quite scary.
After all, twelve years ago, this thing almost flattened the village.
It is very reasonable for everyone to show this expression.
Kamiki blinked those huge beast pupils.
This Transformation Jutsu was quite successful. It seems although his Chakra control is rotten, it's a bit unreasonable. Or is it a benefit from transmigrating? The richer the imagination, the stronger the manifestation?
"Ka... Kamiki?"
Iruka finally found his voice.
He climbed up from the ground, his legs still trembling slightly, but he didn't run.
He stood in front of those screaming, fleeing students.
A Kunai appeared in his hand, aimed at the monster filling half the classroom.
"Release... release the Jutsu! Immediately!"
Iruka was shouting. He was trying to use shouting to dispel the fear in his heart. But he didn't even notice his voice lacked power.
This is the Nine-Tails.
The night his parents died, fire, blood, giant claws. The nightmare reappeared.
Although reason told him this is Transformation Jutsu, it's fake, it's the Dead Last Kamiki transforming. But that Chakra oppression was too real. Real enough as if the real Nine-Tails was in front of him.
Poof.
A light sound.
The huge red Chakra instantly disintegrated.
That terrifying monster disappeared.
Kamiki stood on the podium, patting the chalk dust off his clothes.
His face was a bit pale. That Transformation Jutsu drained most of his stamina, and his stomach started growling. That hunger was very real, like he hadn't eaten for days.
The chaos in the classroom had long stopped, leaving only a deathly silence.
Everyone maintained their previous postures. Some climbed half out the window, straddling the frame; some hid under tables showing only their butts; some hugged each other crying.
Kamiki scratched his head, looking innocently at Iruka.
"Teacher, does this count as passing?"
Iruka froze there, the Kunai in his hand falling to the ground with a clang.
He looked at Kamiki like looking at a monster in human skin.
"You... you just now..."
"Transformation Jutsu," Kamiki said righteously. "Didn't you say to check the details? I felt the Nine-Tails' fur is hard to do, too much of it, so I focused on 'big'. And this thing is big, easy to observe."
Kamiki pointed to the ruined podium and the shattered blackboard.
"Just seems I broke some things. The school shouldn't make me pay, right?"
Iruka opened his mouth, unable to squeeze out a word for a long time.
"Pay my ass!"
Suddenly, a roar came from outside the window.
Several black shadows swooshed in.
Wearing masks, vests, carrying swords.
Anbu.
The leading Anbu appeared instantly behind Kamiki, using the Body Flicker Technique so fast it was blurry. A cold blade rested on Kamiki's neck.
"Don't move!"
Killing intent.
Real, murderous killing intent.
Kamiki felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Goosebumps rose on his skin.
"Don't move! Chakra reaction abnormal, suspected Jinchūriki rampage or enemy attack!" The Anbu shouted sternly, his voice sounding muffled through the mask.
At this time, an old man walked slowly into the classroom door.
Wearing the Hokage's ceremonial robes, wearing a hat, a pipe in his mouth.
Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen.
He looked very kind, like a neighbor grandpa. But those eyes shot out sharp light, like hiding two knives.
That Chakra fluctuation just now, even he watching the Crystal Ball in the Hokage's office felt it. That disgusting and terrifying Chakra aura belonging to the Nine-Tails.
He originally thought Naruto's seal loosened.
But the Crystal Ball view changed.
It was a child he never paid attention to?
Sarutobi Hiruzen looked at Kamiki, then at the messy classroom, finally his gaze landed on the blackboard crumbled to dust.
"Iruka." The Third Hokage blew out a smoke ring. Smoke swirled.
"Lord... Lord Hokage!" Iruka quickly stood at attention, body stiff and straight.
"That just now was... Transformation Jutsu?"
"Yes... yes." Iruka wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. "Student Kamiki's... Transformation Jutsu. Although... although a bit overdone."
The Third Hokage fell silent.
Living this long, being called "The Professor." He'd seen transformations into beauties, into shuriken, even into dog poop to disgust opponents.
Transforming into the Nine-Tails, this was the first time seeing it.
And able to manifest that substantial pressure. This isn't just Transformation Jutsu, this is high-level application of Change in Chakra Nature, even involving the basics of Yang Release.
This kid is a talent. And a handful.
"Little guy." The Third Hokage walked to Kamiki, waving his hand.
The Anbu behind sheathed his blade, retreating into the shadows.
"Why transform into the Nine-Tails?" The Third's voice was gentle, like asking a junior if they had eaten.
Kamiki looked at this legendary Professor.
"Because the Nine-Tails is big enough."
Kamiki told the truth. His eyes were clear, not like he was lying.
"Big?" The Third Hokage raised an eyebrow.
"If it's big, no need to focus on details. No need to care how many eyelashes, no need to care if clothes wrinkles are natural." Kamiki shrugged, looking like it was obvious. "As long as it's big enough, scary enough, everyone will just focus on being scared, no one will notice if my transformation is alike or not. This is called maximizing strengths and avoiding weaknesses."
"..."
The Third Hokage bit his pipe, stunned.
This logic was so tight he couldn't refute it. Even felt it made sense.
Ninjas, aren't they about using any means to achieve the goal?
"Also," Kamiki added, his voice lowering a few notches. He pointed to Naruto in the corner who was still dazed, tear tracks on his face.
"I wanted to let Naruto see, everyone isn't afraid of him. Everyone is afraid of this fox. The fox is ugly and fierce. Naruto isn't ugly."
Naruto suddenly looked up.
Blue eyes instantly filled with tears. He sniffled, wanting to cry, but desperately holding it back.
The Third Hokage looked deeply at Kamiki.
This kid.
A bit interesting.
Not only good talent, but good character too. Knows to protect comrades.
"Iruka."
"Present!"
"Give him full marks." The Third Hokage turned to walk out, his back slightly hunched. "Also, make him fix the blackboard. No using Jutsu. This is punishment."
Kamiki: "..."
This old man, really stingy.
"And," The Third Hokage stopped, turned back, eyes meaningful. "Come to the Hokage's office tonight. I have words to ask you."
After speaking, he disappeared.
The classroom returned to noise.
But this time, no one dared to mock Kamiki as the Dead Last anymore.
Sasuke looked at Kamiki's back, eyes complex.
That Chakra...
That is definitely not something a Dead Last can possess.