Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

"Sakura, what's wrong?" Iruka asked, forcing himself to stay alert.

Sakura stood up, gave you a determined look in the back corner, and then said loudly, "Iruka-sensei! I think that in order to create a better learning environment and prevent the spread of certain...negative influences, we should rearrange the seating in the class!"

Upon hearing this, Iruka's eyes lit up instantly!

Yes! Adjust the seats!

Why didn't he think of this brilliant idea? Move all these troublemakers to the front of the classroom, right under his nose, and see how they can still cause trouble.

"Sakura's suggestion is excellent!" Iruka immediately affirmed, as if grasping at a lifeline. "For the sake of class harmony and everyone's progress, let's conduct a complete seating arrangement now!"

With the roster in hand, Iruka's gaze swept over him like that of a seasoned commander examining a sand table, as he began a meticulous strategic deployment against the Demon King and his potential accomplices.

He firmly believes that as long as the plan is well-planned, all unstable factors can be firmly controlled.

"Naruto Uzumaki!" His voice boomed, carrying an unquestionable authority, as he pointed to the center of the first row of the classroom. "You, sit there!"

Naruto let out a wail and slumped down like a frostbitten eggplant, reluctantly dragging himself to the spot where everyone was watching.

Then, Iruka's gaze fell on the black-haired boy who always had a cold face. His tone softened slightly, and there was a hint of expectation in his voice, "Uchiha Sasuke, you will sit next to Naruto."

This was a brilliant move of his, having Sasuke, who was excellent in both character and academics and had strict self-discipline, supervise him, thus creating a situation where the superior led the inferior.

He firmly believes that Naruto will be able to restrain himself somewhat under Sasuke's influence.

Upon hearing this, Sasuke frowned almost imperceptibly. He didn't want to sit with Naruto, that idiot, but he couldn't openly object to his teacher's arrangement.

With a cold face, he walked steadily to the first row, sat down next to Naruto, and deliberately kept a half-fist distance between them.

“Uchiha Nagi, Nara Shikamaru,” Iruka’s gaze turned to the two students who were giving him a headache because of their homework difficulties.

“You two, if you don’t like doing homework, sit behind them!” He pointed to the second row of seats behind Sasuke and Naruto.

Placing these two lazy students behind the good students not only puts pressure on them to be role models, but also makes it easy for me to monitor whether they are daydreaming or plotting to skip their homework.

You made no comment, calmly got up and walked to the designated seat, as if it made no difference to you where you sat.

Nara Shikamaru let out a long sigh, "This is so troublesome..."

He slowly moved over, slumped into the chair, and felt that the future was bleak.

"Shino Aburame!" Iruka's gaze locked onto the barely noticeable boy. "You, sit behind Nagi!"

This usually quiet guy actually managed to participate in the Hokage Rock graffiti; he's definitely a hidden dangerous element! He must be put under surveillance!

Chapter 307 Sparring

Shino pushed up her sunglasses, silently walked to the third row, and sat down behind you.

From this position, he could clearly see the top of the girl's dark hair and the occasional slight movement of her shoulder line, her eyes flickering slightly behind her sunglasses.

"Kiba Inuzuka!" Iruka pointed again at the boy holding Akamaru, "Go to Shino's side!"

This guy is impulsive and belligerent, so he must be kept at a safe distance, while also being able to keep Shino in check.

"Huh? Why do I have to sit so far back?" Kiba complained, but still reluctantly sat down next to Shino while holding Akamaru.

To solidify the first line of defense, Iruka then looked at the model student representative, "Sakura, you sit on the other side of Naruto."

Sakura can separate Naruto and Sasuke from potential conflict, while also keeping an eye on Naruto from the other side.

Sakura nodded immediately, her face showing a serious expression of determination to complete the mission. She quickly walked to the first row, sat down on the other side of Naruto, and glared at him, signaling him to behave.

With the major seating arrangement finalized, the first two rows of the classroom have become the focus of Iruka's attention.

He took a deep breath, picked up the chalk again, and tried to draw everyone's attention back to the principle of chakra flow, and the classroom regained a semblance of order.

Naruto felt like ants were crawling all over his body, and Iruka-sensei's gaze kept sweeping over him.

He couldn't stand the suffocating attention and wanted to turn his head away several times.

He had just begun to turn his head when two sharp gazes shot towards him from different directions like icicles.

On the left is Sakura Haruno, her bright green eyes wide open, filled with a warning that says, "Don't disturb Nagi's studies!" and even a hint of fierceness that says, "Try leading Nagi astray again."

On the right is Uchiha Sasuke. Although he didn't look directly at Naruto, the invisible pressure seemed to say, "You loser, behave yourself."

Caught between these two stares, Naruto felt as if he had been choked, all his words stuck in his throat. He could only sullenly pull his head back, listlessly lying on the table, drawing circles on his textbook with his pen.

Sitting behind Naruto, Shikamaru Nara took in the whole scene. He propped his head up with one hand, his gaze fixed on you, and lazily muttered in a voice only you could hear, "This guy... is such a troublesome mess."

You appear to be sitting upright, your gaze fixed on the blackboard, but beneath your desk, your hands are secretly flipping through the taijutsu notebook given to you by Hyuga Neji.

As you glide your fingertips over the experiences and insights summarized by renowned teachers from various ethnic groups, you'll realize that if you can't use class time for daydreaming, then using it to absorb some practical and useful knowledge is far more efficient than listening to Iruka lecture on basic theories.

Perhaps because the key targets were under close surveillance, or perhaps because the aftereffects of the Hokage Rock incident still lingered, this class passed by peacefully, which was quite rare.

The temporary calm did not mean the storm had subsided. As soon as the bell rang, Iruka said with a stern face, "Uchiha Nagi, Aburame Shino, Uzumaki Naruto, the three of you, come to my office."

What's meant to happen will happen. The Naruto Rock graffiti incident is clearly not something that can be easily resolved with just standing in the corner and writing a self-criticism.

Naruto looked impatient, as if he was about to get scolded again. Shino pushed up his sunglasses, revealing no emotion. He remained calm, as if nothing could happen to him.

The atmosphere in the classroom immediately relaxed a lot after you left.

Without a second thought, Yamanaka Ino and Akimichi Choji approached Shikamaru's seat.

"Shikamaru, congratulations! You've finally caught Iruka-sensei's attention." Choji joked while crunching on potato chips.

Being moved from a relatively free position to a front-row cell was not a good thing for him.

Ino crossed her arms, tilted her head, and gave a knowing smile. "I think someone... might actually be quite happy about being the center of attention."

She glanced meaningfully at your empty seat.

"...Stop gloating." Trouble is trouble, no matter what form it takes."

However, Shikamaru suddenly remembered that you would inevitably have to face Iruka's questioning after you returned, and he couldn't help but curl up a smile of anticipation.

Meanwhile, Sasuke Uchiha looked at the empty seat next to him, which originally belonged to Naruto, and then at the empty seat behind him. His cold face was covered with a layer of frost.

He picked up a pen and forcefully drew a clear dividing line between his desk and Naruto's, as if that would isolate him from the foolish aura of that loser.

After receiving another round of ideological education in Iruka's office, the corridor was empty.

The criticisms went in one ear and out the other, like wind in the wind. You returned alone to the now somewhat deserted classroom, preparing to tidy up your ninja tool bag before going to the outdoor class.

Just as I bent down to take something out of the desk drawer, my fingertips unexpectedly touched a neatly folded piece of paper.

You paused slightly and took out the paper.

The paper was unfolded, and at the top were two large characters that seemed to penetrate the back of the paper: "Self-criticism".

Below is a full page of profound self-reflection, concerning today's graffiti incident on the Hokage Rock.

Someone...voluntarily wrote a self-criticism for me?

A faint hint of surprise flashed in your eyes. Who could it be? Carefully examining the handwriting, the characters carried a restrained sharpness, the structure was neat yet contained hidden edges, unlike Sakura's delicate handwriting, which was like that of a young girl, and it certainly couldn't be Nara Shikamaru's lazy handwriting that was almost flying.

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards Uchiha Sasuke's location ahead. Could it be him?

Considering his previous behavior of eating your dark cookies with a blank expression and giving a "not bad" rating, it seems... not entirely impossible.

Without dwelling on it too much, you carefully folded the self-criticism sheet filled with writing and put it deep inside your ninja tool bag. Rather than guessing here, you decided to find an opportunity to ask it yourself.

Today's outdoor class was unusually combined with the class next door, making the training field much livelier.

As soon as she reached the edge of the field, she saw several familiar figures: Hyuga Neji, Rock Lee, and Tenten. They were gathered around Hinata, seemingly having a casual chat.

Rock Lee's superhuman dynamic vision immediately spotted you. He turned around instantly and called out in his signature booming voice, "Yo! We meet again! Uchiha Nagi!"

The sound instantly attracted the attention of many people on the training ground. When Hinata saw that you were really walking towards them, her heart started racing uncontrollably, her fair cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, and her fingers twisted together nervously.

You approached them, gave a slight nod to Neji, Lee, and Tenten as a greeting, and then stood quietly to the side without saying anything more, as if you were just passing by.

Hinata's inner turmoil couldn't be calmed. Mustering all the courage she had ever possessed, she said, "Um... Nagi... classmate... the handkerchief you lent me last time... I... I've washed it..."

As she spoke, she carefully pulled a neatly folded dark handkerchief from her bosom, intending to hand it to you.

You glanced at the handkerchief, then at Hinata's flushed face, filled with shyness and anticipation, and interrupted her any further words in a calm tone, "It's nothing, just a small favor."

"...I see." Hinata's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, and a deep sense of loss almost overwhelmed her.

She silently withdrew her hand, clenched the handkerchief tightly in her palm, and lowered her head.

Just then, a hand gently patted Hinata's shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" Sakura Haruno walked over at some point, a curious smile on her face. She looked at Hinata, who had her head down, and then at you, who had a calm expression.

Hinata, like a startled rabbit, suddenly raised her head and looked at you for help, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

You caught her gaze, shook your head, and explained for her, "I just said hello."

"Really?" Sakura tilted her head, clearly not quite believing it. Her gaze fell on Hinata's unusually flushed cheeks, and she couldn't help but say directly, "But Hinata, your face is really red! Are you feeling unwell?"

Hinata felt as if all her secrets had been exposed in an instant. She froze completely, her mind went blank, and even her breathing seemed to stop.

She felt that all her secrets had been exposed by Sakura's words, and the immense embarrassment and panic left her at a loss, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into immediately.

Just when things were at their most awkward, a green figure broke through Tian Tian's obstruction like a whirlwind and rushed in front of you.

"Uchiha Nagi!" Rock Lee's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit as he gave you a thumbs up, revealing his gleaming teeth.

"I heard you were the number one in physical combat sparring last time! Come on! Let's have a friendly sparring match and feel the passion of youth with sweat and fists!"

I have some impression of this boy who is obsessed with tight clothes and thick eyebrows; he seems to have an extraordinary obsession with fighting against me.

You personally have little interest in this meaningless competition, but... if you agree to his request, you might be able to resolve this problem once and for all, and avoid being harassed by him in the future.

So, to everyone's surprise, you nodded to the battle-ready Rock Lee, "Okay."

Standing opposite Li Luoke, he was quickly surrounded by curious and excited students from both classes, the air filled with the restlessness and anticipation unique to youth.

Having experienced the accidental sprained ankle during your sparring session with Sasuke last time, you are being extra cautious this time.

Dark eyes carefully observed Lee Locke, his body slightly lowered, adopting an impeccable defensive stance, determined not to let the staged accident happen again.

"Uchiha-kun! Nice to meet you!" Rock Lee, wearing his signature green bodysuit, had a burning fighting spirit in his big eyes beneath his thick eyebrows.

He didn't use any fancy probing; he launched an attack directly!

His physical skills are highly distinctive, swift, fierce, and full of pure power. Every straight punch and every flying kick is accompanied by a whistling sound as it tears through the air. His movements are expansive and unrestrained.

This style is not something that can be easily achieved by talent alone; it must have involved unimaginable, day-to-day rigorous training.

Under Lee Rock's relentless onslaught, you did not choose to meet his attacks head-on, but instead dodged several flying kicks and heavy punches from tricky angles, eliciting gasps of surprise from the students watching.

After fully observing and adapting to Rock Lee's rhythm, you finally began to counterattack. You no longer just dodged; each block was precisely deflected from Rock Lee's power, causing his powerful attacks to miss repeatedly, as if you were punching cotton.

After a few rounds, with a clever step and a light push of the elbow, Rock Lee felt an irresistible soft force coming from him, and his feet involuntarily took several steps back, finally stepping steadily out of the sandy boundary.

According to the rules, going out of bounds results in a loss.

"Nagi Uchiha is so cool!"

"The way she dodged just now was so elegant!"

"They won without even trying!"

"She's so aloof and unique! I love her!"

Instantly, the girls' amazement and admiration surged towards you like a tidal wave, and many of them blushed with excitement.

Rock Lee steadied himself, showing no sign of discouragement. Instead, his eyes shone brightly as he gave you a firm thumbs-up. "You're truly amazing! As expected of Nagi Uchiha!"

You were surprised by his genuine appreciation, and walked up to Rock Lee, unusually taking the initiative to speak, "Your physical skills are very special, how do you usually train?"

What kind of rigorous training is required to forge such powerful moves?

When Lee Rock saw that you were interested in his training methods, he immediately felt like he had found a kindred spirit and shared his knowledge openly and without reservation.

"Of course, it's 5000 push-ups, 5000 sit-ups, 5000 squats every day! And 100 handstand laps around Konoha! That's my youth!!!" His voice was full of pride and passion.

5000 times a day? 100 laps around the leaf?

You paused for a moment, realizing that you had underestimated the level of dedication of those who practiced pure physical skills.

This level of training can no longer be called diligent; it's practically self-torture.

Looking at Lee Rock's energetic and determined face, you objectively commented, "Persistence will pay off."

Although you would never choose such a torturous method to improve your skills, you admit that this extreme effort does indeed deserve recognition.

What you see as merely an objective statement is like heavenly music to Rock Lee's ears!

He suddenly grabbed your hands, but you quickly but calmly pulled them away. He was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. "You...you're the first...the first person to believe that hard work pays off! Waaaaah...is this what youth is all about?!"