Witty Naruto Life

Chapter 59: An Ordinary Life Across Time
Early morning of July 7th, Konoha Village.

Shiba Qingquan, with faint dark circles under his eyes, was awakened by the sunlight shining into the room. He turned over like a cricket pupa and tried to continue sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something important and stood up abruptly, causing the already small bed to creak.

"Damn it..." Qingquan scratched his back, stretched impatiently, and began to change his clothes.

After a while, he looked at himself in the mirror, his thick eyebrows furrowed, revealing deep forehead wrinkles: "I don't know which bastard brought me to this sissy world. This ninja uniform is so fancy!"

Qingquan was extremely disdainful of the clothes in his wardrobe, but what annoyed him even more was the biological rhythm etched into his body's instincts:

He would get up at this time every day, meditate and practice, then excitedly run to the ninja school to babysit a group of kids whose buttocks were no bigger than his palms.

Even this, what man of steel could stand it! Oh, mainly because Qingquan couldn't stand it. He was used to the rough life, but taking care of children was something that made him confused.

"Never mind, never mind. Raising a child is just like leading an army in battle. The key is to be ruthless! You have to be manly! Just like the guy on the far left of the Hokage Rock, he claps his hands like that, and whoosh! A bunch of huge trees pop up out of the flat ground!"

Qingquan couldn't help but gaze into the distance. As he recalled the peculiarities of this world from the fragmented fragments of his memory, he was shocked. Holy shit, the Italian cannon wasn't as powerful as the random roar of these macho men, right?!
Very good, very manly!
Qingquan ran to the refrigerator, stuffed all the pastries he bought last night into his mouth, and then walked onto the street in the direction of the Ninja School.

As for meditation? Bullshit!

The streets of Konoha were deserted in the early morning, with only breakfast shops and some passers-by injecting some vitality into the village.

He narrowed his eyes. These low Japanese-style buildings and neatly arranged streets were completely contrary to his impression of farmland, adobe houses, markets, and narrow paths. And you tell me this is called a village?
Walk into the ninja school and enter the office.

He is alone at the moment.

The layout is not much different from that of modern society, but the ninja tools randomly placed on the desk remind him that this is the ninja world.

Qingquan walked to his workstation, stretched out his arms and legs in the comfortable chair, and casually glanced at the class schedule on the desk.

"The Ninja Code of Conduct?" What surprised Qingquan was not the class he was about to take, but the fact that he could actually recognize these complex symbols.

"I am indeed a cultured man." Qingquan nodded with satisfaction. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were particularly obvious because of him. He quickly found the not-too-thick "Guidelines" on his workstation, flipped through it with his hands, pointed at it, and enjoyed the "profound knowledge" that a cultured man should have.

But soon, his brows suddenly furrowed, and his finger paused on a line of small words.

Mission takes precedence over personal life

"Bang!!" Qingquan slammed the table with his big hand, making a loud echo in the empty office.

"Bullshit! When I was leading troops into battle, when did I ever abandon my brothers?!"

I didn't expect that being a cultured person would have to pay such a huge price. Qingquan stared at the glaring small words, wishing he could eat them alive immediately.

A broken book.

He wanted to throw the "Guidelines" into the trash can immediately, but he thought that doing so would be too unsatisfying, so he used his intellectual brain, slapped his head, and immediately thought of using a kunai to stab the book to pieces!

This is Qingquan's three-beat decision-making method: pat your head to make plans, pat your chest to make guarantees, and pat your thigh to deal with the aftermath.

I reached for my ninja tool bag with one hand, oh, I forgot to bring my ninja tool bag.

At this moment, Iruka, who was full of energy, entered the office. He glanced at Qingquan and greeted him loudly: "Hey, Qingquan, why are you here so early today? Aren't you going to practice?"

He knew Qingquan's ascetic habits, so he was usually the first to arrive, and Qingquan was the second. Qingquan turned his head, and the three words "Iruka" immediately appeared in his mind.

"That's perfect, Iruka, bring me that kunai."

Iruka was petrified instantly and looked at Qingquan in disbelief.

Is this still the gentle and elegant Qingquan?
Seeing Iruka standing there in a daze, Qingquan's thick eyebrows seemed to be connected into a line: "What's wrong with you, kid? I said kunai, kunai!"

"Oh... well." Iruka threw the kunai to Qingquan, who caught it directly and grasped the sharp end with his palm...

"Hey, look at what's going on!" Qingquan didn't get angry. He adjusted his position and then stabbed straight at the "Guidelines"...

"Puff puff!"

Iruka's eyes widened instantly. He didn't expect Qingquan to be so aggressive today. Was he under an illusion or did he take the wrong medicine?

"Qingquan!" Iruka walked quickly towards him and snatched the thin booklet that was already full of holes. His eyes were as wide as Qingquan's.

"Grandma, Iruka, what are you doing?!"

Qingquan stood up suddenly, with great momentum, and looked at Iruka as if he were a devil!
No, Iruka was originally a devil.

Iruka was startled by Qingquan and took two steps back. Although he couldn't say "Wow", he knew how to break the illusion.

"This... this is school public property, you can't pierce it casually." His voice trembled slightly.

But Qingquan ignored Iruka's words. He strode over, snatched the booklet back, and threw it into the trash can. His gruff voice shook the office: "What a crap booklet! I've never seen a booklet that talks about abandoning teammates!"

"What's going on?" Just as the two were arguing, several more teachers walked into the office.

They heard the roar from the office, their expressions filled with confusion. Iruka did not follow his superiors, as he seemed to understand Qingquan's anger, but was also puzzled by his extreme attitude.

Qingquan was about to ask for everyone's opinion when he saw Iruka saying with a smile, "We were just discussing teaching issues. It's all right now."

After that, he patted Qingquan's shoulder and pulled him back to his workstation: "I remember you're going to class soon, right? Otherwise, are you ready?"

After hearing this, Qingquan slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, I still have to go to class later, so I have to tidy up quickly."

"Humph, I'll have a good fight with you next time!"

No one thought much of it, as arguments over teaching issues were not uncommon. They went to their workstations, preparing lessons as needed and grading homework as needed.

Iruka also returned to his workstation, but his eyes kept glancing at Qingquan from time to time.

"Illusion, he must have been under an illusion!" Iruka had already reached a conclusion in his mind, and immediately found a blind spot in his vision, quietly formed seals with his hands, and released the "release".

"Huh... I wonder if this will return to normal..."

Iruka was thinking in his heart. He was now wondering whether he should sneak along to attend one of Qingquan's classes later.

(End of this chapter)