Chapter 3 - The Infamous Academy.

Pairing: Self Insert x Mikoto Uchiha

THIS WILL NOT BE A HAREM

A/N: To those people able to form the connection between Yami and his dad's name, props to you! Haha.

B/N: There's a connection between the two? Why didn't yout tell me T_T

Streets of Konohagakure no Sato

A year passed by quickly, and it seemed like every day was just spent on training and sleeping. Which they were, but still. Days passed by quicker than he remembered in his old life, which was a bit sad. That was probably what happened when you had spent hours upon hours in front of a screen a day, compared to now where you were actively doing something every single day.

Up until the day he turned six, he had trained almost every day. Still with the exception of Sunday, because bless the holy cloud watching day. His father had upped his training regiment on a weekly basis, adding more exercises, extra sets, and had at some point even added weights into the mix. Not terribly heavy ones, but when he had finally felt comfortable with his exercises, the weights would cause the sweat to return to the same degree as the day when he had first started his training.

Yami had started learning some of the clan techniques as well, and wasn't that fun. It was the weirdest thing he had done to date, even weirder than learning the shadow clones, due to how he had to become… accustomed? To his shadow. Regardless. The first thing he had to do was meditate under the sun, when the sun was either rising or falling, and focus the chakra to slowly merge into his shadow that was supposedly easier to feel, due to it being elongated, or whatever. Bullshit is what it was. If this was supposed to be easy, then he didn't wanna know what was difficult, as he COULDN'T FEEL ANYTHING from the shadows.

He had spent weeks on end, spending at least 4 hours a day trying to merge his chakra in the direction of the shadow, which was supposedly the 'easier method' when it finally clicked. The process was something that was difficult to describe, as while he was sending he chakra in the direction of the shadow, and even down, it was almost like he was simultaneously overlapping it, folding it unto itself as he moved it forward, with which he pushed the folds into the shadow, giving it a volume of… control? Space? The best way to describe it would be like creating the opposite of a wormhole by creating additional space, whilst simultaneously folding the created space and giving it form.

He still didn't fully comprehend how the shadow control worked, but that didn't change the fact that it was many times weirder to learn than the shadow clones. That had been easy enough. All he had had to do was imagine and create a container of chakra that looked just like him, something which the illusionary clones had helped with, then begin to fill it up with chakra, whilst focusing on making the insides as lifelike by having the proper organs and muscle structure and what not. Still, at least the clan techniques were more useful… They lasted long enough to do their job. The shadow clones on the other hand? Initially, he was only able to summon one, once a day or so, and even then, it only lasted for less than a minute. Sure, for combat purposes, it would be useful, if he could avoid passing out, but it was useless for what he had in mind, at least until he worked his reserves up. Either that, or found a way to further refine the clones.

But anyhow, the clan techniques were a lot harder in terms of visualization. When stretching your own shadow, you had to imagine it in a completely different way, or else the technique would just collapse in on itself. He had once managed to capture his dad in it, for the practice of course, had it been a spar then there would most likely be no chance he would have succeeded.

The shadow had disappeared roughly a minute later, and Sukehiro had mentioned that the better control of his chakra he had, the easier it would be. So, after tons of leaf exercise, he had moved onto tree climbing. Which had been extremely comical to watch, because just like Sasuke and Naruto, he had fallen right down onto his back at the first attempt.

And no, it wasn't like he just ran up the tree like those idiots. He had first laid down next to the tree to get used to how much chakra was needed to cause him to stick… The issue was that once you started walking, you also needed to apply chakra to your body as you walked sideways and eventually upside down to help keep a proper balance, or otherwise you'll just screw up and your body will forcibly drag chakra to bring itself back under control, messing with your control.. After the first comical attempt, he had wrapped some wire around his waist, swung over a branch on the tree he attempted to climb, and held onto the other so that when his control slipped, he could just gently wire himself down again and start over. Much more doable than risking his precious bones in the process.

He honestly didn't have the same drive as Sasuke and Naruto either, being able to do it for hours late into the night until they could do it. And it wasn't like he was in a total hurry either, so after steady yet careful practice for around three to four days, he was finally comfortable enough to climb the tree trunks and walk on the bottom side of branches without a wire for safety.

Aside from control training and basic clan techniques, he had also been tasked with learning how to properly throw a kunai, and later, shuriken. And in the process of this beyond troublesome training, he had cut himself an infinite number of times. His father had been too lazy to correct him there, simply stating, while patching him up, that he'd learn how to properly do it faster because he'd have the motivation to stop cutting himself in the process.

While training with kunai and shuriken, he started questioning his father's parenting capabilities. Especially since he never got to try actual beginner variants of the stuff he was throwing, he had just been handed a pair of each and told to 'go ahead, throw them.' probably thinking what could possibly go wrong.

On the day he turned six, he had gotten most of his training under control. The last few things he had focused on learning were tree walking with a leaf sticking onto his forehead, and focusing on how long it took to cast the Kagemane no Jutsu (Shadow Possession Technique) as well as how long it could hold.

Shuriken and kunai practice was coming along nicely, three out of five-hit bullseye almost every time he practiced, and the rest at least hit the training dummy compared to the start where only his target was safe from his attacks.

He had kept his training up with the regular bunshin too, figuring that it would be less of a drag if he just had that down beforehand. Surprisingly enough, after having been at it for a while, his father had started teaching him about the transformation jutsu. And dear Kami that had been a pain in the ass.

For something so simple, the level of imagination required was a drag. It had taken him as long as he had taken to learn how to properly perform a single shadow clone. It was mostly the same, but it was different since instead of creating an illusionary clone beside you, you'd have to create a layer around you and mold it completely to fit the description of something or someone else.

He lost count of the times his father had been wheezing his ass off on the ground while he had attempted to transform into the current Hokage, most of the time looking like one of those pop figures you could buy in his old life. In the end, he had managed to get it down. He still lacked mastery over it, just like with the other jutsu like Kagemane no Jutsu, shadow clones, and the regular clone.

He'd however say that his control of the normal clone was almost as good as it could be, he only really had to work on increasing the number of them. So far, he could make two perfect regular clones, before the rest started to look very much like Naruto clones. Luckily for him, and probably because of his affinity with shadows, he was able to eventually add an illusionary shadow to the illusive clones that properly moved around as it walked, so that had been a fun project. Regardless, he only needed one to pass, at least judging from the show's graduation exam, but this was a different time, so having a couple of more up his sleeve seemed like a safe bet.

During the year, he had also been growing his hair out. Mostly because he'd like to try it, and had, in the end liked the result of having a small ponytail. His hair was still as spiky and unruly as ever, so it had a unique look to it. His clothing had changed slightly, a green sleeveless shirt with fishnet long-sleeved fishnet one beneath, and a pair of black pants with matching sandals. His mother had decided that he should be dressed more properly for the academy, so she had dragged him on a shopping spree.

He hated shopping more than anything now, he'd much rather do a hundred pull-ups with a boulder strapped to his feet. The only bright side was that he liked the clothes, and he didn't have to pay for them himself, so that was at least a bonus in his book.

Since he had finally been able to make clones without fainting, and his reserves had increased enough to slightly increase how long the clone lasted, he decided to test it out with some bothersome tasks like reading books, or practicing calligraphy, mostly to prevent his mom from nagging on him about falling behind. While he was eventually able to move up the clones expiration date to around ten minutes, he was at least able to progress a decent bit, and had especially been able to learn a lot about Konoha's history.

One thing that he had to note was that when the clone was reading books, he wasn't going to do anything too dangerous, at least not anytime soon, as the first time he got the memories from his clone reading, he had been practicing tree climbing, and he had conveniently been walking underneath a branch. It had only been about five or so minutes of reading, but the psychological brick that had slammed into his skull had caused him to instinctively release as much chakra as he could, if only to protect himself from whatever truck had hit him, and he ended up blasting himself down to the ground face first, snapping the safety wire he had been using at the time.

Now, with all of this beaten into his mind and body, he could be seen walking beside his mother and father down to the academy. Today was enrollment day, and he'd finally see who he'd get into a class with. He crossed fingers for being able to be in the same classroom as Minato, and later on Kushina, but he also hoped there was a chance of perhaps Tsume or one of the others from that generation would end up being there.

He found out that the Ino-Shika-Cho was roughly a year older than him, so they likely started last year and were in a classroom above him. He couldn't remember the specific ages of the clan heads he had seen on the show in his previous life, since he hardly ever used their characters in fanfiction. Or at least not to the degree where he needed their age. He only remembered a couple of them, like Uchiha Mikoto, Uzumaki Kushina, and Namikaze Minato. Those three, he could remember.

The first was a bit older than the other two, so the chance of them being in the same class was very slim. Unless he got moved up a year or two. Which, to be honest, was unlikely to happen given the Nara genes of slacking off and only doing the bare minimum to pass. Well, he could always play the famous 'deception' card saying that he did that so that he could hide his true skills.

It made him question how Mikoto and Kushina become good friends, perhaps they start talking at break time? Out of school perhaps? Well, he would get that question answered at some point. No point in dwelling on it now either way.

Something about thinking of those three made him anxious. On his top five people to meet, they were all there. And well, to say that he had something for a certain raven-haired girl on that list was an understatement. Of course, he only knew as much about her as the show, wiki, manga, and what not portrayed, but he had a lot of imagination after reading fanfiction. And writing his own for that matter. Well, regardless, he'd keep his crush toward her down, until he had a more concrete understanding of her personality, lest he have a crush on somebody that doesn't even exist.

He knew a lot more about what to expect from Minato and Kushina, but the Uchiha among the top five really had a lot of room to surprise him. Of the top five people he wanted to meet, there also was Jiraiya, and Hatake Sakumo. It was no secret that he had a perverted side, so he was waiting patiently to try the Icha Icha series in person. He wanted to find out what was so good about them of course. Hopefully it wouldn't be badly written smut that only became famous due to a lack of other options.

And Sakumo was supposed to be an even bigger legend than even the Sannin. It was said that he was stronger than all of them, whether or not it was individually or all three of them together, he could not remember. Still, Sakumo was someone he was keen on meeting at some point.

While walking beside his father, Sukehiro, and his mother, Azumi, who both had insisted on taking him there the first day, he started mentally going over what to expect. Probably some kind of entrance speech, schools loved that kind of stuff. Getting assigned to classes, meeting their chunin instructor, introductions, and perhaps some schoolwork.

The closer they got to the academy, the number of parents and kids his age started to increase. It felt like they were marching in an army toward battle, because the number of fellow enrolling students around him surprised him. From what he could see in the show, the class had what… maybe twenty to thirty students. There would probably be more classes of course, but still, this number was a bit overwhelming for someone that hadn't liked social interaction besides the necessary in their old life.

And just like he predicted, once he got to the front of the academy, everyone was lined up in rows. An instructor came over and asked for his name and age, and led him toward the row of people that apparently consisted of the class he was gonna enroll into, at the front. And in front of all the rows, stood none other than the Sandaime Hokage. Sarutobi Hiruzen, Shinobi no Kami, The Professor, and all the other monikers the man had claimed overtime.

Seeing him in person, was something completely different from what he had expected. There was an aura around him, probably something saying like 'fuck with me and you're dead' but he wasn't sure. It was the first time he had met someone of that status, and even without having spoken to the man, he was already quite aware of his place.

It surprised him a lot when he saw how young the Sarutobi looked. It really must have been some time before the second war, because there was not an ounce of grey in his hair yet. Could this be around the man's prime? If so, then he was staring at someone that could kill him a thousand times over before he could utter a single word.

Eventually, the entrance speech started and he probably should have paid attention, but his mind started wandering around the place. Trying to lean forward, he subtly gazed left and right from the corner of his eyes to try and get an idea of who exactly was in his class. He didn't recognize anyone at the moment however, it was also hard to see beyond three or four people on either side due to where they were standing. Like, if they took a step back, it would be extremely helpful.

One point of interest was that for some reason, the girl on his right looked very familiar.

At the time the Hokage had finished his speech, he had only listened to about half of it. Something about, new journey, a new path, next-generation of the village's protectors… something about the will of fire. Perhaps he should have listened to it, but then again, it seemed like one of those speeches that were reused once a year when new students came along.

Those few words he did hear, did make him start thinking. His goal had just been to become strong enough to not die later on, but it seems like something quite important slipped through his mind. He'd be a soldier, doing the Hokage's bidding, his task in their eyes wasn't directly to get strong, but to protect the village. That may require strength too, but it was the strength for something else other than his selfish goal.

He was quite aware that what he wanted was selfish, but who wouldn't be selfish when one knew what was coming? He may have been far back in time, and the people that would cause trouble aren't even in play yet, but when names like Kaguya and Madara were burned into his mind, he didn't really care. If he wasn't strong, he'd just be cannon fodder.

Still, it did make him kind of feel bad. What if people someday looked to him for help? What would he do then? He didn't want to be a bad person that only fought for himself. He had seen how that turned out several times, but bad times were dealt with harsh and desperate measures.

Even so, he probably couldn't turn away if someone needed help. He wasn't like that, perhaps that was what it meant to inherit the will of fire. Everything between him and his goal was something he couldn't account for before he got to them. It was still terrifying to think that he may be too weak when the time comes if he's too sidetracked helping others.

It was at this time that Yami started frowning, for a welcome speech that he barely heard, he really had to come to terms with something quite quick. Whether or not he'd get strong enough to survive, or get strong enough to live. Because those two things may sound the same, but they are quite different.

Survival, just meant that he'd survive the coming dangers. And living? That was actually enjoying the second chance he'd been given at life. Would this reincarnation even do him any good if all he used it for was to avoid something that was several decades into the future?

Even if he survived and lived afterward, it'd be kind of lonely. He wouldn't have many friends if all he wanted to do was to avoid dying to those people. Sasuke spent his entire life training to get revenge and pushed all friendships aside and see where that left him. He became a wanderer by the end of the series, looking for some type of redemption.

It would be a foolish dream to think that he'd have someone like Naruto, just because Sasuke did. Naruto never gave up on Sasuke, so he'd always have a friend, but Yami wasn't like Sasuke. Their circumstances were different.

But if he decided to live his life, on his terms, and not just be some kind of lazy Nara that in reality spent his days training to avoid an unforeseeable crisis, then what would he do and think if he came face to face with death again? Forming ties with people were unavoidable if he wanted to live, if he died, would they be sad? Would it be fair to them?

Was it really impossible to do both? He was a Nara now, didn't that mean he was supposed to be smart? It infuriated him that he didn't have an answer.

It was pointless, nonetheless. He had just entered the academy, starting at an early age was the best thing he could do. He'd estimate he was already a decent bit in front of all the others, the only graduation technique he didn't know yet was Kawarimi no Jutsu(Substitution Jutsu).

Plus, he technically knew how to make Shadow Clones, as well as how to do several chakra control exercises that some of these students probably hadn't even heard about yet, if they even knew how to access their chakra. By the time they started learning them, he would have probably already moved on to water walking, with and without sticking a leaf onto his forehead. Perhaps it could be expanded, using heavier stuff like rocks instead of leaves, so he'd get more results. Maybe there were even more complex training methods that he could learn to better refine his chakra.

But maybe, since he was so far ahead, he could slow down a bit. It just scared him. He liked to plan ahead, yet hated when said plans changed. So when you didn't have a concrete goal after all the thought you'd been doing, it was generally annoying and unsettling. Friends and family were supposed to be important. Was he ready to throw all of that away?

Probably not. Yet, it seemed unlikely to find a solution at the moment. If he wanted to become a Shinobi and get stronger, he'd have to go through the ranks, possibly enter ANBU. So, there was this one time in his life, where he could get all the thinking space he'd need. The Academy. He decided to take this chance, where he didn't really have the opportunity to train, to figure out what he wanted.

And thus, he entered through the front doors of the academy for the first time. It was exactly like he remembered it from the show, perhaps a bit more fresh in the paint, the building wasn't that old yet at this point in time. So it looked nice, hopefully, the tutors were a bit more competent so they didn't graduate fangirls. Konoha probably fell off a bit after the third war, slacking perhaps. Even if they still produced great shinobi, they also let some disappointments through.

By the time they got to their classroom, Yami was walking at the front. Or rather, behind their chunin instructor. Some woman named Kiriko, long lavender hair, brown eyes, great figure. Not that he'd say that out loud. Not yet at least. She seemed like the kind of person that would be Yugao's mother in the future, if he were to guess, she looked to be… perhaps twenty, so quite young.

Shouldn't be that surprising, in all honesty, it was to be expected in a world like this. In a place where people died young, he shouldn't expect all teachers to be old and grumpy. People likely progressed here a lot faster, so maybe he should expect an even younger academy tutor at some point. It was interesting to say at least. If they progressed this quick, would that mean he could be an ANBU before he turned twenty?

Probably wishful thinking, Kakashi had been a prodigy and so had Itachi. They were the youngest to ever enter into ANBU, along with Yamato… or Tenzo… He never really got to be sure of the man's real name. He didn't know if the Mokuton user counted though, considering he had been an operative of the foundation beforehand.

Though, it could be rather amusing if he managed to enter ANBU as one of the youngest too. Even if it would require tons of work. Troublesome indeed, the Nara genes didn't approve of that at all.

Never mind that. Once they entered the room, a sense of nostalgia passed through Yami. The place looked like the one they had seen Naruto in, in one of the first episodes! Could this be the same room? Small chance, all these rooms likely looked the same. He took a second to gather the atmosphere, definitely a school, he could feel the previous student's boredom lingering in the furniture.

With a small snap of his fingers, barely audibly, he, immediately upon entering the room, went for one of the back rows. Closest to the window of course. Sitting on the bench, with all of the students in front of him, it really felt like being back on the school bench in his old world.

He had always been a backbencher, you could always slack off more at the back. Even if he intended to take the academy more seriously, it was just a habit to always pick the back row. Also, not a lot of people got seated back there, so it was good if you wanted alone time. Not that he'd go too much out of his way, unless the topic interested him enough. Would they call him an imposter if he weren't lazy enough?

Upon taking the seat, he gave off a more relaxed sigh. As if this seat were inviting him to nap already. Too soon for that, if he did that on the first day he'd just have their sensei nagging him for the rest of the time he attended this class.

When heard her clapping, Yami blinked and probed his elbow on the desk, using the palm of his hand to rest his cheek as he looked down at their sensei. 'Guess it's time for the famous teacher's introduction of the first day.' He grinned lightly to himself.

The sensei stood in the middle of the first row, in front of a large blackboard covering the entire wall at the front of the class, smiling, as she put her arms behind her back. With this position, Yami really had to fight his nineteen-year-old spirit. Who in their right mind would pose like that, it just made everything so… noticeable.

"Ohayo everyone! My name is Uzuki Kiriko, it's a pleasure to meet you all. I hope we'll all get along, and get the best out of our time here together. I'll be your chunin instructor here at the academy for the next year, and I'll be the one tutoring your classes, all the way from history lessons, to the general practice of taijutsu, shuriken jutsu, and ninjutsu." She started, the smile only growing on her face as the students seemed to respond nicely.

Was it only Naruto's classes that had been filled with morons? He could at least hope so. Upon the finishing of her introduction, the majority of the class responded by a loud, generally annoying, high-pitched, "Hai!"

Instead of answering along with his fellow students, Yami raised a brow at the mention of her name. 'Uzuki, huh? She's at least from the same family as the one Yugao will be born into. So I wasn't completely wrong, I should win a prize if that's indeed her future mother.'

Kiriko-sensei nodded at all of the students, her smile unwavering, she seemed a bit too kind for her own good, but then again. Didn't all teachers seem that way on the first day? Probably general practice so they wouldn't scare the kids away before they had even begun their training.

"For the most part, all of us are strangers here. So why don't we all introduce ourselves? Starting from the first row on the right, please go ahead." After those words, a short boy with smooth blond hair rose from his seat and turned around, nodding his head in the direction of his fellow classmen, and started his introduction.

To say that Yami zoned out would be an understatement, if you added together with the number of schools he had gone to, along with the educations he had attempted, this was probably one of the things he hated the most. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but it just felt weird to him. Putting yourself in the spotlight, even if it was for a mere moment, didn't really sit well with him.

So to pass the time, until it would inevitably be his turn, Yami fetched a notebook out of his schoolbag. Flipping onto one of the last pages, he rested his cheek down onto his palm again and started drawing for fun. At first, he didn't have anything specific to aim forward, but generally, he started drawing something that could possibly resemble his future self.

He, apparently, in this life had some kind of talent for drawing. Because it actually looked decent enough for him to acknowledge it, when being as self-critic as he was, it surprised him enough that he had this kind of skill this time around. It managed to motivate him to give it a bit more, sketching an older-looking version of himself, and drawing on some clothes he thought looked good.

If this had to be realistic at all, he tried to draw the most convenient clothing for a shinobi to wear. Not too much, no colors that were too vibrant, clothes that seemed to be lightweight, and useful in combat. In terms of usefulness, it was mostly a shuriken pouch and a kunai holster, along with some kind of scabbard that he wasn't too satisfied with by the time he finished it.

Oh well, it was his first attempt, leaving space for improvement. At least he had some kind of time waste in case he was bored beyond the point where cloud watching wouldn't help.

As he sat there in his thoughts, one introduction from a fellow student managed to catch his interest. Lifting his head up, he looked down a row to the right to see the girl he had found oddly familiar at the entrance speech, standing up. "Ohayo! My name is Inuzuka Tsume!"

Yami felt a sweatdrop fall down his face, as he mentally imagined a much older version of Tsume standing beside the girl. A young Tsume looked so much friendlier and less… feral compared to when she's an adult. 'How did I miss that…?"

"Current heir to the Inuzuka clan and this… is my partner! Kuromaru!" She proclaimed loudly and lifted a… puppy. Up from the floor, and placed on the desk.

Yami again sweatdropped, wondering how he had missed Kuromaru at the entrance ceremony, 'I wonder if it can talk yet.'

"Yip!"

'Guess not…'

Even if Tsume had been a decent character, she hadn't been on the list of people he wanted to meet the most. It was still an awesome opportunity though, he had read several stories where Naruto, mostly, got his own ninken. If he used the Puppy Eyes Technique, would he be able to get one too? Probably not, but still, it was a fun thought.

Even if he had been surprised by Tsume appearing out of nowhere, definitely not because he had been stupid and not noticing who the person next to him was, the next one that stood up made his jaw drop to the floor. Because, how in the hell… could anyone… miss a head filled with spiky blond hair, sitting in the middle of everything.

"My name is Namikaze Minato, it's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm not from any specific clan, but I aspire to become the greatest Hokage in Konoha history. I hope we'll all get along." The young blond, that would be one of the most feared men in history later, spoke in the exact same friendly and easy-going tone that he remembered from the anime.

He could practically already see hearts in the eyes of several girls in the class. Seriously, were fangirls such a big problem in this world? It was like weeds, they were popping up out of nowhere. Like a haunted house filled with ghosts just waiting to creep up on you and terrorize your entire existence.

Was that an overreaction? Nope, definitely not. It can't be.

Yami found himself musing about whether or not he should take this as group pressure, and actually try to make a decent presentation of himself, but what was the fun in that? As his eyes scanned over the row furthest away from Minato, he found it empty. Which meant, it was time for the back row to introduce themselves. And as the only one who decided to sit back there, he sighed and stood up.

He almost instantly regretted it, everyone's eyes were on him. There were already nightmare flashbacks of his old life flashing before his eyes because these many eyes staring at you should be illegal and classified as torture. Maybe being an ANBU would be a good idea, at least he wouldn't be able to see people's eyes even if they were staring at him.

Putting up Kakashi's famous eye-smiling, Yami lamely raised a hand and said… "Hai, Yami desu." Before sitting down again, barely managing to keep a straight face as the entire class comically fell to the floor at his lame introduction. Mission successful.

Kiriko-sensei recovered fastest, clearing her throat before trying a friendly smile, "Is that all? Why don't you elaborate on who you are with a couple of words?"

SIghing, he helped himself stand up again by pushing his palms against the desk surface and said, "Mah, if it can't be helped. I'm from the Nara clan and specialize in cloud watching, I can tell a normal cloud aside from any rain cloud, my favorite color is black like my soul, I love rain and snow especially when it makes no sense, and I walked exactly four thousand, three hundred, and thirty-seven steps to get here-"

Kiriko sweatdropped and waved him off, "Hai… Hai… Thank you Yami-kun, now let's start the first lecture. Before we begin with Shinobi Theory, can anyone tell me the most commonly used tools for a Shinobi?"

Being unable to hide the light smirk on his face, Yami sat down again and rested his back against the wall as he inspected the class. Most of them looked at him with a gaze wondering if he was joking or just an idiot, but then he spotted Minato… Who was… laughing?

'He found that funny, heh?' Yami chuckled back, which just managed to provoke Minato into laughing a bit more audibly. As if it was a chain reaction, the two started laughing together across the class, filling the room with laughter to the point their sensei had to flick two pieces of chalk at their foreheads, demanding that they quiet down and didn't disturb class any further.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Yami flashed a thumbs up.

Chapter 3, hoped you liked it. As I promised a couple of people, the amount of "telling" instead of interaction between character will decrease from here on out, since he started at the academy, and now has actual people aside his parents to talk to.

Questions of the day:

What is your favorite elemental release, that is NOT a bloodline? I have a hard time picking that myself, since I'm quite fond of both lightning and wind, both have their respective qualities that makes them my favorite.

Are you guys interested in kenjutsu?

And would it be fun to see are more offensive fighting style for a Nara? ^^