Konoha Shinobi Academy, Transformation Technique Course.
"Sakuta Rinto." On the podium, Nakaryu Daisora called out Rinto's name from the roster.
"Here." Rinto responded lazily, then stood up and walked to the podium, standing before Nakaryu Daisora.
With his thumbs overlapped, left over right, Rinto casually made a "no seal."
"Bang!"
A soft puff of smoke dissipated, revealing a figure that looked about 80% like Nakaryu Daisora standing in his place.
Nakaryu Daisora stroked his chin, circling around Rinto.
"Except for being a little short, everything else is fine. 60 points, passing. Keep working hard."
"Bang!"
Another soft sound, and Rinto transformed back into his original form before turning around and walking back to his seat.
Before he could sit down, an annoyed voice rang from his side.
"Rinto, you idiot. We agreed to fail the exam together, but you always score exactly 60 points. What are you playing at?!" Jiraiya grumbled.
"..." Rinto was speechless. He had his reasons, but he couldn't tell Jiraiya.
There was no point in competing with a bunch of kids in an exam!
If he didn't score at least 60, he'd be stuck in remedial lessons, something he wanted to avoid at all costs.
The Transformation Technique was one of the three fundamental jutsu for ninjas. While novice users often had noticeable flaws, true masters could make their transformations seamless.
For an undercover operative, the Transformation Technique was often more important than raw combat skills.
And Rinto excelled at it.
The test continued, and soon it was Uchiha Ryouta's turn. The boy who sat in front of Rinto stepped forward.
"Perfect Transformation Technique, 100 points!"
Rinto smirked in his seat.
These assessments were a joke. Uchiha Ryouta's technique had at least seven minor flaws, but Nakaryu Daisora still awarded him a perfect score. If it had been Mizukuma evaluating, Ryouta would have failed.
Konoha's strength lay in its overwhelming number of bloodline limits and forbidden techniques.
Sharingan alone made many villages envious. Then there were techniques like the Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu, Flying Thunder God, Eight Inner Gates, Reaper Death Seal, and Spirit Transformation, creating an insurmountable gap in power.
Not to mention Konoha's tendency to produce prodigy-level Genin.
Ryouta returned to his seat, basking in the admiration of his classmates.
"Sakuta Rinto, how many points did you get?" Ryouta asked, smirking before answering himself sarcastically.
"Oh, I remember now, you only got 60 points. Lucky you! Just barely passing. I hope your luck holds up every time."
Rinto sighed, not bothering to respond.
But Jiraiya couldn't hold back, slamming the desk.
"What's so great about that?! It's just a perfect score! Rinto always gets 60! Can you always get 100?!"
Rinto covered his face.
Damn, this guy's logic is insane! Since when was consistently getting 60 a flex?!
Ryouta sneered.
"Haha, you two are a perfect match! One is the hopeless failure, and the other is the lucky slacker. A perfect pair of losers."
Rinto sighed, slowly lifting his gaze to Ryouta.
"Did you bring a clean pair of pants today?" he asked coldly.
Ryouta's face turned red instantly, memories of his humiliating accident surfacing. The class erupted into laughter.
After that incident, Ryouta had taken a whole week off to escape the embarrassment. Now, Rinto had ripped open that wound and poured salt on it.
"You... you bastard! Just because you're stronger, you think you can mock the Uchiha?!" Ryouta yelled, voice laced with hatred.
On the podium, Nakaryu Daisora rubbed his temple. This class was a nightmare.
The arrogant Uchiha, the troublemaking Jiraiya, and the ever-stubborn Rinto.
The last incident hadn't even settled, the playground was still under repair, and now these three were at it again?!
Rinto raised his hand, looking innocent. "Teacher Daisora, this guy is disturbing my studies. Can I beat him up?"
The class fell silent. Students shuddered, recalling the time Rinto destroyed part of the schoolyard with a single kick.
"No!" Nakaryu Daisora shouted, dashing between them like a gust of wind.
Ryouta stumbled back, legs shaking.
"D-don't come near me! If you lay a hand on me, the Uchiha clan will make your life worse than death!"
The class went stiff. Even Nakaryu Daisora frowned at Ryouta's words.
Rinto narrowed his eyes. So, he was already using the clan's name to threaten people? Interesting.
Inwardly, Rinto smirked.
The sooner the Uchiha clan was exterminated, the better. Maybe he'd even get a pair of Sharingan out of it.
Where would he put them? If he didn't want to replace his eyes, should he put them on his belly button? His a**? Imagine activating Amaterasu from there—uncontrollable bleeding, people thinking he had hemorrhoids...
Damn, the mental image was too much.
"Ahem…" A cough interrupted his thoughts.
"Tsunade-san, why don't you switch seats with Uchiha Ryouta?" Nakaryu Daisora asked cautiously.
The class turned to look at the blonde girl with a high ponytail.
"Okay, Teacher Daisora." Tsunade nodded and started packing her things.
Ryouta reluctantly gathered his books, shooting wary glances at Rinto.
Suddenly, Rinto raised his right hand.
"Ah! Teacher Daisora, he's going to hit me!" Ryouta yelped, stumbling and falling to the ground in panic.
"Oops, sorry, my head was just itchy." Rinto grinned, scratching his hair.
Nakaryu Daisora's face darkened.
Ryouta shot Rinto a glare before storming off to his new seat.
Seeing the situation settle, Nakaryu Daisora quickly changed the subject, giving a half-hearted lecture about students getting along.
As soon as Tsunade sat down, Jiraiya leaned in, whispering excitedly to Rinto.
"Dude, that was the most satisfying snitching I've ever seen."
Rinto smirked.
"Jiraiya, you like Tsunade, don't you?" His voice was just loud enough for Jiraiya to hear.
"WHAT?! N-no way!" Jiraiya panicked, face turning red.
Rinto grinned. This reaction confirmed it.
Honestly, he never understood why so many people in the original story were obsessed with Tsunade.
Was Konan not adorable? Guren not captivating? Or Mei Terumi not breathtaking?
Konan was cute, loyal, and made explosive tags—what's not to love?
Guren could make money effortlessly with her Crystal Style. She had that tsundere charm, too.
And Mei Terumi? Let him wipe his nosebleed first.
But Tsunade? She was violent and had a gambling addiction. Absolutely terrifying.
Rinto smirked mischievously.
"Jiraiya, buy me a treat, or I'll spread your crush on Tsunade all over the village."
Jiraiya grabbed Rinto by the collar. "No! Don't say such nonsense!"
Rinto shrugged. "If you don't treat me, I can't make any promises."
Jiraiya sighed, fishing through his pockets. He only had 200 taels.
"What do you want to eat?"
Rinto grinned. "A skewer of octopus balls."
Jiraiya sighed in relief. "Deal."
Up front, Tsunade clenched her fists.
That idiot Jiraiya called her a washboard?!
And Rinto used her to blackmail him for a measly skewer?!
Those bastards… they were going to pay.
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