Uchiha's Shame and the Scroll King

Early in the morning, after a sleepless night, Satoru struggled to get up and headed to the shinobi school.

Yesterday night, he awakened the electromagnetic force and got too excited, not getting any sleep. His Byakugan turned into panda eyes, and the white irises were like cream-filled cakes under the attack of dark circles.

"Hey! Satoru, why do you look so tired today?" Anko curiously looked at him, munching on a sticky rice ball.

"It's nothing," Satoru replied.

Anko thought for a moment, then leaned closer to Satoru and whispered, "Satoru, what did you mean by 'live until the grand finale' yesterday?"

"It's something impressive," Satoru replied.

"Oh!" Seeing that Satoru didn't want to elaborate, Anko pouted and stopped asking.

Watching Anko munch on the colorful rice balls, Satoru couldn't help but imagine her appearance as an aunt with white hair decades later, feeling a bit uncomfortable. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful now, but she was still pretty. How could she turn into an old lady in the future?

"By the way, I'll remind you of something, eat fewer rice balls."

"Why?" Anko took a bite of the rice ball and glanced at Satoru. "Will I not live until the grand finale?"

Satoru thought for a moment and said, "It's better than not living until the grand finale."

Anko: ???

Just as Anko was about to say something, the class erupted with whispers of "the teacher is here." The chaotic class instantly quieted down, and everyone sat up straight.

Fujiwara Daiki walked to the podium with his textbook, smiling, and announced, "Today's morning class will focus on theory, and in the afternoon, we'll have practical training for shuriken throwing. I hope everyone will study diligently."

Shurikenjutsu class? Satoru's eyebrows twitched; it was a good opportunity to test the control of his electromagnetic force over shurikens. He had trained with kitchen tools for a long time last night.

"Everyone, now turn your textbooks to Chapter 1, Section 3, 'The Will of Fire Manifesto,' and we'll continue from yesterday's lesson."

"Okay…"

As soon as Satoru saw the analysis of the Will of Fire in the textbook, he started feeling drowsy. He decided to use the textbook as a makeshift pillow, and he rested his head on the desk.

Daiki saw this and felt annoyed, but then he seemed to remember something and shook his head slightly.

"As a branch member of the Hyuga clan, the consequences of not working hard can be very severe."

He then looked at another student in the class, a boy with white hair and bandages on his forehead, who was studying the textbook with a serious expression.

"Compared to him, Iruha is much more diligent in his studies."

...

After some time, Satoru stretched lazily, feeling energetic. He no longer felt the weakness of just waking up; instead, he felt full of strength.

He thought for a moment; the rest might have allowed his electromagnetic force to adjust his bio-magnetic field, enabling faster recovery.

Currently, he is unable to actively control his own bio-magnetic field, but once he advances his electromagnetic abilities to a higher level, there's a possibility that he could manipulate his bio-magnetic field proactively. This would make his vitality immensely strong, granting him a constitution similar to that of the First Hokage, with the ability to heal rapidly from injuries.

In the afternoon, Daiki led the students to the playground for shuriken throwing training, including wrist strength and throwing techniques.

Satoru noticed that most of the clan members were distracted, while the commoner children were fully engaged. The reason was that the clan's descendants had received training from their elders before enrolling, giving them an advantage.

Regardless of the era, commoners were often left behind! Satoru couldn't help but sigh.

Although it was just the beginning of the school year, some students already had a considerable amount of chakra, and their bio-magnetic fields were much stronger. In comparison, the commoner students were like fireflies.

Among them, one stood out with a strong bio-magnetic field. Satoru frowned as he looked at the boy with white hair in the front.

"Kakashi Hatake's bio-magnetic field is so strong. He probably already has the chakra level of a Genin. No wonder he became a genius and reached the level of Jonin at the age of 12."

"All right, the explanation is over." Daiki clapped his hands. "Next is the throwing practice. I'll record your scores. Morimoto Kiko, you go first."

"Okay."

The black-haired girl hesitated and stepped forward, standing about ten meters away from a wooden target. A basket full of shurikens was placed nearby.

Kiko took a shuriken and, recalling Daiki's explanation, hurled it towards the target.

Clank!

The shuriken hit the outer ring.

"6 points, not bad."

Kiko threw a few more.

"5 points, 6 points, 7 points…"

Until the fifth throw, Daiki nodded, "Good, next."

Satoru observed the shuriken-throwing situation and slightly moved his fingers. The shurikens at the edge of the basket trembled.

"The shuriken is very light. According to Newton's second law, force is inversely proportional to mass, so it should be much easier to manipulate than a kitchen knife."

At that moment, the crowd suddenly gasped in astonishment.

"Oh my god, how did he do that?"

Satoru looked over and saw Kakashi holding several shurikens in each hand, throwing them without any hesitation. His movements were smooth and natural, and all of them hit the bullseye.

"He's so amazing!"

"Is he a genius?"

...

Daiki smiled and nodded, satisfied with Kakashi's excellent basic skills. His single-round shuriken throwing technique was not weaker than that of an average Chunin. It was no wonder he was called the "White Fang's Son."

"Kakashi Hatake, full marks. Next."

"I'll go."

As soon as Daiki's voice fell, a girl with long black hair suddenly rushed out from the crowd and stood where Kakashi had thrown his shurikens. She, too, held two shurikens in each hand, with a fluid motion, hitting the bullseye on all of them.

"Not bad for a member of the Uchiha clan, Uchiha Rin, full marks!" Daiki praised.

"Is it necessary to be so awesome?" Satoru muttered, looking at Rin. In his eyes, she had become a scroll king.

[scroll king : referring to someone who is exceptionally talented or hardworking and often achieves excellent results]

In his past life, he had had enough of such extraordinary people, and now in the Naruto world, he encountered another one.

Rin gave Kakashi a cold glance, then returned to her position. Beside her, Obito excitedly shouted, "Hey, Kakashi! Did you see that? This is the strength of the Uchiha clan! Just you wait, I will defeat you!"

Kakashi completely ignored him.

Satoru looked at Obito, and others in the class also stared at him as if he were an idiot. Who would have thought that this guy, who looked like an ordinary person, would become the future big boss?

"Next, Uchiha Obito."

"It's my turn!" Obito excitedly stepped forward. "Let me show you all my skills. I've been secretly practicing shuriken throwing for a long time."

Rin's performance had given him great confidence.

He took a shuriken and threw it fiercely, but to everyone's surprise, the shuriken missed the target.

"Off target, 0 points," Daiki said weakly.

"I don't believe it! It was an accident. That wasn't my true skill!" Obito threw another shuriken, but it missed again.

"0 points."

"I don't believe it! These are all accidents!" Obito's face turned red, and his teeth ground together.

"I will show you all, this is not my real level!"

He forcefully threw another shuriken.

"0 points…"

Obito threw more.

"0 points…"

"Hahaha…"

Laughter erupted around him.

Obito's face turned even redder, and he looked like an overblown chili pepper, biting his teeth loudly.

"I don't believe this! It's an accident! This is my real skill, did you see it?"

He turned back, only to find everyone staring at him like he was an idiot.

Uchiha Rin covered her face with her hand as if saying, "Please don't look at me, we are not from the same clan."

"Error! Error! It must be an error! This is not my level!"

Obito threw another shuriken.

"0 points..."

Another one.

"0 points…"

"Haha…"

Thunderous laughter filled the air.

Obito's face turned red, and he looked like a hot chili pepper about to explode. "I don't believe this! What are you all doing? I clearly hit the bullseye!"

Daiki weakly said, "Obito, take another look."

Obito turned around, and his eyes widened in disbelief. His jaw dropped, it was as if he could swallow an orange whole.

"This… this… how is this possible?"

What he had hit was not the target designated for the test but the targets used by other group members who were preparing to throw shurikens. They were looking at him with bewilderment.

In the corner, Satoru's lips curled slightly as he calmly retracted his fingers.