Magneto of Hyuga

In the classroom, there was laughter and joy, but Satoru was feeling flustered.

He saw a man with long, black, curly hair instructing the students to introduce themselves. As each student introduced themselves, laughter and applause echoed throughout the room.

"Wasn't I supposed to be working overtime? How did I end up in the world of Naruto? And judging by this scene, it seems to be the first day of school," Satoru thought anxiously.

Satoru scanned the classroom, recognizing several familiar faces, which made him even more anxious.

The person in the front row had lush hair and proudly mentioned being the son of the Hokage in his introduction.

In the middle of the second row, there was a guy with a smug attitude, white hair, and a black mask.

Soon after, his father committed suicide, got his eye poked out in a battle, and even killed his best friend. Everything related to him seemed to end in tragedy.

The guy behind him, wearing goggles with the Uchiha clan emblem on his clothes, claimed he wanted to become the Hokage. He was a ruthless person who planned to overturn the world because of an early romance. In the end, nothing would be left of him.

Satoru then shifted his gaze to the person currently introducing himself.

That person's teeth were shining like flashlights as he kept shouting about youth. He seemed to be the only ordinary person who could defy fate and make it to the big finale. His taijutsu skills had received high praise from Madara, earning him the title of "Strongest Taijutsu."

Nevertheless, he ended up spending the second half of his life in a wheelchair.

As for the other classmates, Satoru hardly recognized any of them. They were all cannon fodder among cannon fodder. Most of them would probably be cut off by the third great shinobi war in a few years, and only a few would survive to the big finale.

The more Satoru observed, the more nervous he became.

If he were still a part of the Hyuga main family, it wouldn't be too bad, as he would have a bunch of branch family members to protect him. If he played it safe, maybe he could make it to the big finale. But based on the original owner's memories, he was not part of the main family; his parents had both died, making him the most despised in the Hyuga clan.

This was bad; he was in deep trouble.

This was starting to feel like a nightmare.

Satoru's eyes dimmed.

When he was about to give up hope, a voice brought him back to reality.

"Hyuga Satoru, it's your turn to introduce yourself."

Satoru looked up and saw the teacher, Fujiwara Daiki, smiling at him. The other students in the class also focused their attention on him.

He had no choice but to stand up nervously.

"My name is Hyuga Satoru, from the Hyuga clan. I like eating ramen and barbecue. My dream is... my dream is..."

Satoru hesitated for a moment, then said, "To survive until the big finale."

The classroom fell silent, and everyone looked at Satoru with surprise and hesitation. Survive until the big finale? What did that mean?

Fujiwara Daiki smiled awkwardly, patting his thinning hair. "It seems like Hyuga Satoru likes reading books. The big finale is something that only exists in books. I hope that in your future studies, you won't get too absorbed in books."

"Yes," Satoru replied, trying to brush it off. He was well aware that very few of his classmates would make it to the big finale.

After the remaining students finished their self-introductions, Daiki cleared his throat and said, "Alright, students, the self-introduction session is over. Now let's move on to our first class. Please open your textbook, 'Inheriting the Will of Fire.'"

Satoru flipped through the red textbook on his desk, but it was filled with nothing but positive propaganda about the Will of Fire, lacking any substantial content.

All that enthusiasm from the instructor was for this? What happened to the guidelines and ideologies? The detailed standards and measures?

The entire book seemed to be promoting the idea of everyone being one big family, protecting the children and the village, sacrificing everything for the village. The key problem was... he was only six years old, and they wanted him to sacrifice himself on the battlefield? Why didn't they do it themselves?

In his past life, Satoru hadn't noticed this absurdity while watching anime, but now that he had become an insider, he realized how ridiculous it all was.

After the initial panic, Satoru gradually calmed down. After all, the soul in his body was that of an adult, and his experiences and thoughts were far beyond those of a few-year-old child.

The lectures in the shinobi school throughout the day were all about explaining the Will of Fire and other uninformative things. He hoped for practical combat and ninjutsu classes, but they were nowhere to be found.

But after spending the whole day, Satoru had completely absorbed the memories of the original owner.

He didn't have memories of his mother; she seemed to have died in childbirth. His father was a guard of the main family, an elite jonin who died on a mission protecting the main family. Thanks to this, he could inherit his father's house and obtain the qualification to go to the shinobi school. Otherwise, in the harsh and strict world of the Hyuga clan, his father's inheritance would have been taken away by the clan.

Half a year ago, he was branded as a caged bird and had officially become part of the branch family. His future trajectory was likely to be the same as his father's: becoming a guard for the main family and sacrificing himself "gloriously" to protect the main family.

Headache...

Satoru rubbed his forehead, but now wasn't the time to think about all of that. Today was his first day at the shinobi school, the beginning of his journey as a shinobi. He had to start planning a meticulous training schedule.

For the sake of his dream of surviving until the big finale, or rather... his goal.

...

Click!

Satoru pushed open the creaky wooden door and saw an old courtyard. This was the house his parents left for him, not very spacious but complete with all the necessities.

After a day of classes at the shinobi school, which were full of meaningless lectures about the Will of Fire, Satoru was already starving.

Checking the remaining ingredients in the kitchen, he decided to reward himself.

Life was already pitiful, he couldn't let his stomach suffer as well.

As he prepared to pick up the iron pot for washing, something unexpected happened. As his hand approached the pot, it started to vibrate uncontrollably. At the same time, all the metal objects in the kitchen were vibrating as if playing a symphony of metal.

Satoru stood there dumbfounded, feeling like something had exploded in his mind, forming a swirling blue-purple vortex with a line of small text below.

[Electromagnetic Force: Level 1] [Next upgrade: 0/2000 Experience]