Chapter 1

She sighed and like the start of every other semester here, she contemplated why she was here. Jiraiya had said it was for healing. That she was fundamentally damaged. And he had been right. For all her strength, for all of her unyielding will, she was extremely brittle.

Sasuke's defection had nearly broken her. No, she could now admit it had broken her. She couldn't form meaningful bonds for a long time after that. She found herself unable to truly trust anyone, even the pervy sage himself. It hadn't even really been Sasuke's defection that had done that part though. It was the Chidori that Sasuke had repeatedly tried to kill 'him' with that did that. Sasuke was her first friend. The first person to act with a shred of kindness to him that wasn't in some way obligated by their position.

Iruka was a brotherly figure but his friendship was tainted by the fact that he had an obligation as a teacher. Sarutobi had the entire village to worry about and was never truly there for him. Sure the old monkey had been a grandfatherly figure but he was bound by the counsels to not show favoritism by helping her out with her training. After the Kyuubi revelation she was constantly plagued by doubts that the Sandaime had only spent time with him to make sure he was stable. These doubts had only grown after his fight with Gaara and Sarutobi hadn't been around after that to contradict her. Kakashi had never paid attention to anyone on the team outside of missions with the exception of Sasuke for that single month during the chunin exams.

The final nail in her coffin so to speak was that he had lacked something that not only ninja needed but that any decent human being had. He had no clue how to relax, how to unwind. She had never learned to play with other children; they simply wouldn't let him close enough to even ask. He had several hobbies, none of which he derived any enjoyment out of. They were just things to pass time when he was too tired or sore to train. All his other time was filled with training. Given that nobody had actually properly taught her how to train it was entirely physical exercise.

The old pervert had said that what defined a Ninja was the ability to endure. She, while very good at enduring all the harsh conditions growing up in Konoha presented for her, was horrifically weak to the thought of loosing someone close. She coveted her friends so strongly that she would give her life for any one of them, even Sasuke. And that was simply unacceptable for a ninja. Granted, being adverse to such an idea is also bad for a ninja but she was willing to lay down her life for any one of them at a moment's notice whenever the option was viable. It was to the point where if giving her life to save others was a believable course of action she didn't even consider alternatives that wouldn't end in her death. She tried to shoulder everyone's pain. That simply wasn't a characteristic a Hokage could have.

Being Hokage meant sitting out of most battles unless it came to the village's doorstep. Being Hokage meant sending friends to die for the good of the village. Being Hokage meant taking care of the people who had shunned her, beaten her, and on at least one occasion tried to kill her. Intellectually she knew that the last two were a small portion of the population and that the first only did so out of fear of those other two but in her heart the scars were still prominent. They had still been gaping wounds back then, back before coming to the school.

She was brought out of her reverie by Fuka. "I wonder when the Takahata-sensei is going to get here. Isn't he late already?" She was right too. Their teacher was usually punctual to a fault. In the entire year she had been here the man had not been early or late by more than a minute. He was like a bizarro Kakashi. Now that she noticed, Assuna and Konoka were late as well.

"I heard that we were getting a new teacher this semester Fuka" said another student.

"Well you know what that means don't you Fumika?" Fuka questioned her twin.

"Do we have to Fuka? I don't want to make a bad impression." Came Fumika's hesitant reply. If one knew them well you could hear a hint of anticipation belying that she wanted to do it anyways.

"Of course we have to. We don't want to give him a wrong impression after all." Fuka said with a grin.

From her seat she watched in amusement as the twins set up trap after trap.

Yes, she had definitely found something that genuinely made her happy. Teaching these two kids the art of pranking had been a great deal of fun. Teaching them the basics of being ninja had given her a sense of fulfillment that she had never had anywhere in Konoha. The feeling had very nearly crushed her and it was only then that she realized how utterly empty her life in Konoha had been, how much she loathed the village and everyone in it. It had been a frightening realization and had shaken her up quite badly for a great deal of time. She had been unable to put on her old mask after that. Every time she tried she had felt such overwhelming disgust she had to struggle to keep the contents of her stomach on the inside.

Where had she been before? Oh yes, why she had come to this school. Jiraiya had proclaimed that she needed time out to heal. So he brought her outside the veil, outside of the shinobi nations…to an all girls school.

Naruto at the time hadn't understood it at all. She still didn't fully understand his reasoning. All he knew was that the old pervert had a field day when they learned that his transformation jutsu was more solid than it should be. The standard transformation, despite what most thought, was not a genjutsu. It was really just a very delicate ninjutsu. The fragility of it came with the fact that the user had to maintain a self image for as long as it was active. Disrupt that and the transformation broke.

The solution to this problem came from her fight with Gaara. The combination transformation had one person maintaining the jutsu while the other provides chakra and movement. With one person dedicated entirely to maintaining the form and impossible to hurt the transformation became damned near impossible to dispel short of running out of chakra. They had taken it further and modified the combination transformation with some of the theory behind the shadow clones. The result was a transformation that needed no chakra to maintain that had a functioning chakra network of its own and could change forms on the fly. It even afforded a sort of faux immortality because nothing that affected the transformation transferred to the user's real body.

Jiraiya had been understandably ecstatic when they had completed it. His first and only attempt to use it ended with him nearly dying from chakra exhaustion almost too quickly for him to dispel the jutsu.

She had spent the past year and a half constantly transformed. It had gotten to the point where she couldn't actually dispel it. She could transform into her old self but it was not her true body. Jiraiya had commented in his letters traded by toads that this phenomenon was called "chakra memory"… at least in theory. Nobody had ever actually mastered a jutsu to this point in recent times and only she had the chakra capacity to have done it in anything less than a lifetime of constantly using any jutsu.

The theory was that after so many generations of using a specific jutsu it became so ingrained into a lineage that their decedents could pull it off with a thought, thus the birth of bloodlines. This was further reinforced by the Hyuga who had to use specific handsigns to activate their own bloodline and being the only doujutsu clan to still breed true no matter who their partner was.

With her already dense chakra she got from being an Uzumaki bolstered by kyuubi's own solid youki, it had made the transformation technique that would normally kill anyone else with chakra drain almost contemptuously easy to execute. It didn't even require any chakra to maintain unless damaged. The only drain she could feel happened when she changed something.

She sighed to herself; Jiraiya had been right after all though. Even when she was hiding behind her transformation, she had never found herself so at peace than she did here. This had the side effect of calming her chakra down as well improving her control to heights she didn't think was possible. She still didn't have any more jutsu than what she started out with but she had trained the ones she did have to heights. Shadow clones transformed into kunai and other various weapons that can all use great clone explosion at a moment's notice and use replacement, all done without seals.

The only problem with her clones was that they all had the transformation active. Shadow clones use more and more chakra the more complex they are. Given that the transformation everything down to the cellular level and you get human clones that take up so much chakra she could only make ten at the most that would last half an hour. They did share her nigh immortality however even if they drank chakra faster than Samehada. Tool clones lasted nigh indefinitely however with the exclusion of that one time she made guns to piss off Mana.

The wonderful thing about having her weapons being transformed clones was that they all had chakra networks of their own and with those networks came the ability to use jutsu, or rather pure chakra manipulation. Without hands to make handsigns or complete human chakra networks the only jutsu they could use were simple things that didn't require molding chakra. An example would be infusing a weapon with elemental chakra to give it added or enhanced properties or something incredibly easy like destabilizing the chakra network enough to make it explode. The former being marginally difficult but could be done with a single tenketsu if needed, the latter was simple but required a great deal of effort to accomplish.

She could make them with a specific jutsu ingrained in them but they would only be able to use that specific jutsu much like a shadow clone could have lightning chakra infused to make an imitation of the lightning clone. Or rather it was possible; she just didn't have any other jutsu to test it out with. Her entire stay here so far had been spent learning everything she should have learned in the academy and training with her already known jutsu. Physical training wasn't as high on her list of things to do outside of sparing with her clones while constantly changing shape. She had built her style around her shape shifting abilities so she had no real style so to speak but that wasn't much of a difference from when she was living in Konoha. The grand majority of time was spent training things like survival skills, stealth, and spying. This was because physical training wasn't much of a help when she could change how strong she was or what proportions her body held with barely a thought.

She was pulled out of her musings when the door to the room slid open. Barely managing to hide her surprise when a pint sized figure entered the room, she watched the eraser that the twins had placed in the doorway fall on the short figure. She snorted at how much this reminded her of her first encounter with Kakashi. Unlike Kakashi however, with a small pulse of power she could barely sense, the eraser stopped and hovered momentarily over his head before completing its journey to his scalp. Well that was interesting.

She wondered if…she was violently removed from her musings by the spectacular lack of situational awareness of the kid that just entered. He tripped over a rope as thick as one of her fingers into the rest of the twin's traps. She was feeling sorry for him before he was mobbed by the rest of the class. That pity soon morphed into envy as soon as he was…smothered… by the more… exuberant students.

She was very interested in what she had just seen. Ever since leaving the "sealed world" as Jiraiya had called it, she had seen nothing resembling chakra use. She had read a few things in Library Island about "magic" but had dismissed them as fiction or crackpot theories. It looked like she would have to revisit those books and try to find more. What she sensed had very little to do with internal chakra. It felt more like he had convinced nature chakra to do what he wanted for him. This demanded investigation.

"Hello, my name is Negi Springfield and I will be your home room and English teacher from now on. Please treat me kindly." He said with a bow. The room immediately erupted into questions so fast the poor kid looked like his head was spinning only for the girls to be chased off by Ayaka.

Well that was a surprise. Back home, while unusual, it was not unheard of for children to teach people older than them. Here however, academics were far more demanding than to allow for this when the child. For a child such as Negi to have become a teacher at such a young age, there was little other explanation than a jutsu of some kind.

Their new teacher started calling off names "…Nagase Kaede" to which she responded "Here sensei."

As she sat down she wondered, with a small bit of hope, if things would be more interesting from now on. Perhaps there was a reason Jiraiya had chosen this specific school for her to attend beyond swimming pool sized baths.


AN: whelp. Here is an idea I have had sitting in my head for a good while longer than even Xenaruto(don't worry I am working on it). It was spawned from the decidedly large number of Naruto/Negima fics that stick Naruto in the assistant teacher role. That got me thinking "what if Naruto had been a student all along?"

For anyone wondering the sealed world is basically the eastern mage's version of the magic world. It doesn't have gate ports so the only way to get in and out is a space/time jutsu that time forgot or a seal master. They have been isolated for a good couple of thousand years so neither world remembers the other entirely.

On another note entirely, I have no clue what keeps driving me to make Konoha evil.

The story is a plot bunny as much as anything else. if someone wants to use the idea feel free to do so. I just ask that you tell me about it so I can read your story. In case anyone was wondering the name of the fic was a song I was listening to when I started writing. It just synced with Naruto's father's name as Namikaze translates to waves and wind.