Chapter 5: Desperate Disputes

I fell asleep that night feeling optimistic that my early Academy days would be a calm, stress-free experience. I already knew most of our curriculum and had the freedom to focus exclusively on the few things that actually interested me. This was the perfect opportunity to train up my shinobi skills, learn smithing, and generally just take it easy while staying low-key.

The very next day of school immediately burst that bubble.

Naruto insisted I introduce him to Akuma, which quickly devolved into getting introduced to Kiba, and then Shino who for whatever reason had already been friends with Kiba starting out. One month in, and somehow our group also included Shikamaru and Choji in the mix.

I should have probably expected something like this to happen. Naruto had already expressed his desire to make more friends, and clan kids were the only ones not irrationally afraid of the Bijuu in his gut. Staying out of the main cast's business was a completely irrational hope to begin with.

On the bright side, the Academy—this entire new life—was a chance to get to know all these characters who I'd adored throughout my early childhood beyond their two-dimensional exteriors.

Sure, I didn't want to completely derail everything and destroy the world, but let's be real: If I spent my whole life afraid of ruining the plot, choosing to sabotage all my interpersonal connections and dying alone… at that point why not just end it all right now?

I enjoyed hanging out with the kids. There was something so liberating about being allowed—expected even—to act like a child. I got away with giving teachers crap that I'd never dared to in my first childhood, let alone my adult life. Giving my old supervisor backtalk got you fired faster than you could say, 'clear your desk'.

Hell, Naruto and I legitimately got away with filling our language teacher's pen with invisible ink! Our introductory language proficiency exam needed to be entirely recorrected.

I'd honestly felt bad about it at first, but once I saw how unfairly Naruto's test had been graded, my guilty conscience swiftly faded into oblivion. While many of our teachers disliked the kid to some extent, this was the first blatant display of prejudice I came across.

At least that surly old sourpuss Suzuki-sensei could be counted on to treat all of us equally harshly. Naruto had enough trouble with math as it was.

Speaking of the devil, Suzuki entered the room right as I thought of him.

"Good morning, class. I'm happy to introduce a new student today," Suzuki sensei said so devoid of happiness, you'd think he was the physical incarnation of an office cubicle.

The door opened and a boy dressed in a fine, silk robe strode inside. His hair was tied into a topknot, and… blue. It was like a major character from an entirely different show had accidentally barged into this one.

He took a single glance at us, jutted out his chin, and declared, "My name is Yuu Ogura. You all may address me as Ogura-sama, or preferably refrain from addressing me altogether."

He then made a point to seat himself as far away from anyone as was possible. Said seat was, in fact, the teacher's. It was an outstanding and quite frankly impressive display of haughtiness.

I suppressed my urge to shiver as the room's collective aura suddenly went taut. It must have been the closest possible thing to killer intent that any group of school children had ever managed.

"Yuu-kun," the troll Suzuki intoned, causing Yuu's eye to twitch. "I must inform you that you are sitting at the teacher's desk. As regretful you may find it, please take a seat among your peers."

Yuu scoffed.

"Now!" Sensei commanded.

Yuu practically dragged himself up the steps to the student seats, his brows twitching in irritation. The kids sitting in the outermost parts of their respective rows collectively barred his entry, forcing him to walk all the way to the empty back rows. Nobody in their right mind would ever want to hang out with Yuu.

I scooched closer to the window, freeing up a spot between myself and Shikamaru. Yuu gave me an uneasy look, while Shikamaru's was a mix of horror and disbelief.

I could hardly believe it myself. Maybe it was the way Yuu's chakra quavered in apprehension, maybe it was the trembling of his lower lips. Somehow I got the feeling he wasn't as bad as he seemed.

"Pah, as if I'd sit next to a scruffy commoner like you."

Okay, maybe I was wrong about that.

I put on my best haughty Young Master™ voice. "You dare insult me!? I'll have you know that this scruffy commoner had merely aimed to display a modicum of courtesy. It is my dearest wish for you to take a seat as to allow us to commence class at the earliest opportunity. Any petty squabbles you crave to incite are of inferior importance when compared to the wondrous world of mathematics."

He was about to open his mouth in protest, before getting shut down by our teacher.

"Take a seat!" Suzuki shouted, the vein on his forehead throbbing dangerously.

At least Yuu recognized the losing battle and finally sat down.

"And you, Satoya-kun," Sensei narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't believe for a second that I bought any of your false conviction. I'm well aware you sleep through my lectures."

Hey, it wasn't like I didn't enjoy math! Well okay, maybe a little. But how was it my fault that I'd already learnt all this stuff before? It was high time I showed off some of my skills, lest I wound up stealing Naruto's spot as dead last.

Not like Naruto was getting that one anyway with all the changes he's gone through.

Paying attention was just as boring as expected, but at least I got to feel like an absolute genius compared to my peers whenever I raised my hand. Interestingly, our teacher's mood only seemed to worsen for every answer I gave. He probably assumed I was trying to spite him due to his earlier proclamation.

Which in fairness, I totally was.

Halfway through the lesson Suzuki stopped paying attention to my raised hand and simply waited to pick somebody else.

"Are you trying to impress me?" Yuu whispered beside me.

I turned to him. "Sorry, what? No, of course I'm not. Why would I?"

"Clearly you wish to show we stand on equal footing. Perhaps to gain my adoration." Yuu reasoned.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep a straight face. "Of course, oh great Ogura-sama. I would do anything to appease you. There is no greater pleasure than basking in thy divine presence."

I made sure to layer it with an extra helping of over the top sarcasm so there was absolutely no chance he'd believe I was being sincere. Shikamaru snorted beside me, but his eyes remained closed.

"W-well what else could it be!?" Yuu sputtered.

"Maybe I'm just trying to impress Suzuki-sensei with my amazing mathematical prowess," I said loud enough for our teacher to definitely pick up.

Suzuki glared at me with a raised eyebrow, to which I responded with a wink.

"That's it, you three out!" he ordered.

"Three? Who's the third?" I asked.

"You can drag Shikamaru with you. Not like the kid cares about class."

He wasn't interrupting it either. I suspected Suzuki was just being petty.

After leaving, the three of us decided, well, I decided to walk to the Academy training grounds and the other two followed behind me. Shikamaru seemed unconcerned about the situation. Yuu on the other hand was furious, I could tell by the way his chakra stirred and bubbled. His reserves were actually quite impressive for a civilian.

"Mmm. I should thank you two. This weather is perfect for a bit of cloud watching." Shikamaru said, shortly followed by unceremoniously plopping himself down on the grass.

"Is this some sort of joke to you!?" Yuu exclaimed with a snarl. "My father won't be pleased with this development."

Shikamaru stiffened at that remark, doubtlessly thinking of his own parents. "What a drag," he muttered under his breath.

"Well think about it this way: We weren't paying attention to class anyway. So, this is a win-win for both teacher and student. So long as we don't fail the exams, that is, which I doubt Shikamaru or I will have any trouble with." I reasoned.

"But what about me!?" he whined.

"{Guess you can just go screw yourself.}" I said with a dazzlingly bright smile.

He looked nonplussed at that. Gosh using English to mess with people was so great.

"It's… an idiom. I simply figured you probably had some private tutors or something," I continued. "Someone of your calibre couldn't possibly be a novice at math, could they?"

"Of course not! I simply do not wish to get dragged into trouble thanks to the likes of you!" he snarled.

Wow, this kid is such a diva. Time for a lecture.

"Listen up, and listen well! I in no way wished to drag you into trouble. That was your own doing. I have no clue what your home life is like or what makes you act like such a spoiled brat, but that doesn't matter. All you need to know is I did not get us into trouble, I tried to be polite at first. If anything it's your attitude that got us—"

"Hold on!" Shikamaru interrupted. "It was quite clearly you who got us kicked out of the classroom, Satoya."

"{Et tu, brute?}" I said and mimed pulling a knife from my back.

"I agree Ogara-kun's attitude is troublesome and needs to change if he wants to get along with anybody. However, you were clearly trying to annoy Suzuki-sensei with your overeager hand waving."

I pressed my lips into a thin line. "I was just—"

"Please let me finish, Satoya-kun."

Yeah, quit acting like an idiot kid. You're embarrassing yourself.

"I also know you very blatantly gave an over exaggerated wink to our teacher shortly before we got kicked out."

No way had he seen that. He must've inferred it somehow? Damn, he knew me far too well. My stunned facial expression doubtlessly confirmed his expectations.

I raised my hands in defeat. "Alright, you got me. In my defence I wouldn't have started a conversation if Yuu hadn't made such an outrageous comment."

"Don't say my name like that!" he yelped.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ogura-sama," I taunted.

Shikamaru let out a long sigh, got up from his spot in the grass, rolled his eyes, and walked away to lie down about twenty metres from us. Yuu and I baulked.

What the heck is wrong with you, Satoya? You aren't actually six years old!

I must have been mentally regressing or something. Or maybe my soul was finally beginning to fully integrate with my body? Whoop de-freakin do. Can't wait to go through puberty again.

Whatever the case, I had many more years of life experience to draw upon than my peers. It was on me to suck it up and set things straight.

I looked at Yuu, who had recovered from his momentary stupor and looked like he was about to launch into another tirade. "Let me stop you right there, Ogura-san," I said. "I apologise for getting us kicked out. I shouldn't have blamed you and acted so high and mighty."

I held out my fingers.

"What are you doing?" he warily asked.

"Oh, uh, this is called the sign of reconciliation. It's meant to help us make up after a fight…"

He mulled it over, his expression gradually softening. "What a strange custom. How do I do it?"

After making up, we decided to join Shikamaru cloud watching for the rest of our free time. It was in our following lesson that I made an important realisation. Yuu may have looked like a main character, but I was confident he'd never shown up in the series. His pretty-boy aesthetic was hard to forget.

Which meant, I'd somehow just added another member to my platonic harem—I mean friend group. Naruto must have infected me with his Talk no Jutsu. My poor, introverted soul was doomed. I should've just left Konoha when I had the chance and become a hermit somewhere in the Land of Tea.

Nono, Naruto would have likely ended up very depressed if his only friend disappeared like that.

I was pulled from my thoughts by an elbow to the shoulder.

"Ow, what the heck, Yuu?"

"Satoya-kun. Would you please recite the last phrase back to me?" Akiyama-sensei asked with a sickly sweet smile.

"Uhh…"

She huffed. "Please focus on the task at hand, Satoya-kun." I really would end up as the dead last at this rate. Team seven, here I come!

Maybe I could use my newly unleashed social aptitude to sway Sasuke and Sakura to my side. Ironically enough, they were some of the few main cast members I had failed to get involved with yet.

Though Sakura originally wanted to talk to me thanks to Naruto's plea during introductions, she'd quickly gotten adopted into Ino's friend group instead. Lucky for me, since I wanted no part in the future Sasuke Uchiha fan club.

I was happy with the friend group I had so far. No need for extra drama.

"Who is this ruffian?" Yuu asked in Taijutsu class.

Akuma glared. "I'm his sparring partner."

"I suppose crude people enjoy each other's company," Yuu mused.

"Hey! I'm not crude!" I interjected.

Akuma gave him the stink eye. "I'll show you crude. I bet you can't even throw kunai with those twig arms of yours."

Yuu scoffed. "My twig arms are far superior to your ugly, stocky appendages. Sophisticated warrior blood runs through my veins!"

"Sophisticated?" Akuma stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Who cares? What you need is spirit!"

Yuu snorted in derision. "I have plenty of spirit."

"Heh, them's fightin words!" Akuma said with a devious smirk. "You wanna die on that hill?"

Yuu crossed his arms and arched his brows. "I accept your challenge."

Great now those two were sparring, but what about me? Curse Akuma's social development! What happened to that sweet girl that was nervous around strangers?

Don't kid yourself, she was never sweet. As to what happened to her nervousness…

I looked around the field for my favourite blond. "Hey Naru—" Ah no, he was sparring with Kiba. I turned around and instead walked towards a familiar raven-haired kid.

"Shika—" Nope, already partnered with Choji… and Shino is partnered with Hinata?

Maybe it was some clan politics thing. I doubted he'd want to fight her otherwise. Gentle Fist felt like getting gently stabbed with a knife and Hinata was no slouch when it came to sparring. Just last week she hit Naruto right in the—

"Are you still looking for a partner?" asked a raven-haired—ah hell, of course it's Sasuke. The Uchiwa embroidered on his clothes left little room for interpretation, and I'd recognize that duckbutt haircut any day.

"Yeah, I guess," I responded. I supposed it beat pummeling random civilian kids. "Please go easy on me."

He accepted my request with a polite nod and we both took up a fighting stance. My form was a bit stiffer than usual. Even now in first grade, this was the undisputed rookie of the year. More hinged upon this fight than mere bragging rights. How I performed against Sasuke would serve as an indicator of my general capability. I would finally know whether all my training had amounted to anything.

As soon as Heikichi-sensei gave the go ahead, our muscles tensed. Even so, neither of us moved an inch. This was our first spar. As such, we were both uncertain of our respective fighting styles. The Uchiha Interceptor or whatever it was called may or may not have been canon, and I barely remembered any specifics even if it was.

The air felt heavy, and I was about to engage simply to reduce the pressure when I noticed Sasuke's chakra stir.

I barely deflected the kick aimed towards my knee with a grunt of effort. I noted the way Sasuke's movement was perfectly in tune with his chakra flow. He must have already practised chakra-empowered movement for hundreds of hours by now. I shoved him off and attempted to backpedal a few feet.

He didn't let up, keeping me on my toes with a series of swift strikes. I did my best to defend but it became increasingly clear I wouldn't last—a theory proven correct when he dragged my defending arm forward and rammed his elbow into my stomach. I fell to the floor and curled up into a ball.

How pathetic. Years of training for nothing.

Even without his Sharingan Sasuke was leagues ahead of anyone I'd previously fought. Leagues ahead of me.

Get up, Satoya! You wanna die a pathetic fodder death in the future?

The chakra I'd been keeping at a low churn increased in pressure, giving me a slightly uncomfortable tingling sensation. I may not have been perfectly in tune with my network the way he was, but with enough brute manipulation I could pull off some wild moves. My increased speed and power caught him off guard and I managed a few glancing blows.

It still wasn't enough. Sasuke's defence quickly adapted, and I was once left on the backfoot. My every mistake was rewarded with pain and my arms ached to their bones.

The fight seemingly dragged on for ages before Sasuke finally made a glaring error. He shoved me back and was in the process of reeling back for a devastating finish. He'd underestimated my footing and left himself wide open for a counterattack.

I delivered a left hook straight to his kidney, only for said punch to get completely ignored and his fist to sail straight at my face. In panic I yanked my hand up, swatting his arm over my head, and was clipped in the forehead.

Could have really used a forehead protector right now.

Though the hit itself wasn't that painful, my panicked reaction left me off-balance, and the force of the hit sufficed to knock me to the ground. I chose to remain on the floor, calming my breath, when I heard a surprising declaration.

"I lost." Sasuke said.

My body was aching all over and I was sprawled out in the dirt. "Why do you say that? I'm clearly defeated." I asked, looking up at him.

His face was twisted into a grimace as he cradled his hand. A big red welt stretched across his wrist.

"Damn, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

He winced, but was able to move his fingers. "I don't think it's broken," he answered. "Your hand felt like it was made of stone. What did you do?"

"Chakra reinforcement? I don't know, it sorta happened on instinct."

He tilted his head. "I can probably just ask my brother. He knows about all kinds of stuff."

Brother… Better not to think too deeply about that.

"How'd you ignore my first punch? The one I threw as you wound up."

"It wasn't that hard."

"Yeah but how did you?" I asked again.

"I meant the punch itself wasn't hard. Not strong enough to stop my movement." he clarified.

That couldn't be right, could it? I wasn't weak. I'd even been cycling my chakra at full blast!

"Actually, I felt like all your moves were… weak."

Great, there go any feelings of pride and accomplishment.

Having noted my downcast expression he corrected himself, "Not like you were lacking in strength! More like you weren't fully committed? You weren't following through."

"Quite right, Sasuke-kun." Takanori-sensei said from behind me, his sudden appearance making me flinch. "Young Satoya here has been consistently pulling his punches since our very first lesson."

Have I?

"You have," Takanori said. "It not only does you a disservice regarding your attacking prowess, but also weakens your defence. You're too unsure of yourself."

I shrunk down and frowned in a very dignified way. I was not pouting, okay?

"Or at least, unwilling to do harm. Unwilling to act. A good defence needs more than toughing out blows and covering vital areas with hardier body parts. You must deflect blows, exert counter force and threaten painful retaliation. Your current strategy does absolutely nothing to dissuade your opponent from pressing the attack."

I opened my mouth, closed it again, and mulled over his words. Was I too soft? Perhaps I was… Naruto and I may have trained, but he had an insane healing factor. Plus, we never went at it very seriously. It was more like roughhousing than sparring.

Takanori sighed. "Sasuke-kun, would you mind giving us some space?" He agreed, and Takanori crouched down to my level. "The world isn't perfect. Sometimes violence is the only answer. To survive as a shinobi, you must be willing to hurt, even kill a fellow human being. If you cannot bring yourself to commit such acts, it is better if you give up becoming a ninja. Many civilians drop out before their final year."

He made a valid point. Going through canon without killing anyone was an impossibility for anyone other than the true shonen protagonist. I, remembering life on a relatively peaceful planet, found the idea unsettling to even imagine. However, I was surely egoistic enough that I'd value my life above others if necessary.

"I understand, sensei." I said with conviction. "I will do my best not to hold myself back."

"Alright, if you understand, then hit me," he replied.

"Huh? Just like that?"

"Yes, hit me with your full strength!" he ordered. "Hold back and I will lower your grade. If I find your attack adequate I will not."

My actual six-year-old self would have been cackling in delight right now…

"But sensei, you haven't done anything to anger me," I argued.

"That does not matter! I must accurately measure your strength and you will not improve your skills if you constantly hold back. So hit me!"

"And I won't get into trouble? Not even using full force?"

"No, I will personally vouch for you even should you severely injure me."

Come on, Satoya, don't be a pansy! This is our second life on the line.

"Any preference on where I should hit? I wouldn't want to hurt you too badly."

Takanori flared his nostrils. "Doesn't matter, just hit me, and quit procrastinating!"

I pulled back my fist and hit him in the chest.

Takanori sneered. "I know you can do better than that. Hit me again, and this time put your heart into it!"

I tried—I really did—but my own chakra rebelled against me. As Takanori said, my heart wasn't in it.

"I'm sorry, sensei, but you're old, and my teacher, and haven't done anything to deserve getting punched," I reasoned. "I swear if it's important I won't hesitate!"

Dumbass, nobody's going to believe that flimsy argument!

Noting the way Takanori's expressions hardened at my words quickly confirmed that sentiment.

A violent wave of chakra erupted out of my teacher as he unsheathed a kunai and slashed at me. I yelped and backed away, only to trip over a lump of dirt. The kunai he had been holding sailed over my head as I fell on my ass.

"Sensei, what are you doing!?" I gasped shortly before covering my face with my arms as his hand rocketed straight at me.

Instead of hitting me like I expected, he wrenched me straight off the ground with a single arm. I would have been impressed if I weren't panicking. I dangled above the ground and stared in horror as he grabbed another kunai from his pouch.

My heart hammered in my chest. Both my arms were restrained by his one hand. This scene felt all too familiar. Even his aura reminded me of a certain someone.

"Konoha doesn't need weaklings like you," Takanori snarled.

The world seemed to shrink away. Time moved in slow motion. He was really doing it. That crazy bastard was about to kill his own student. Was this the end? I'd die before the show even started? To think I expected to actually influence canon. I closed my eyes in acceptance.

You pitiful little shit! You wanna end up like last time? I did not waste years training just to be killed off by some geriatric old man! Fucking do something!

I twisted my arms apart and wrenched his hand into my mouth, biting down with all my strength. My tongue tasted iron and suddenly the world lurched sideways. Takanori had been knocked over by a shapeless, black and blue blur.

"Satoya are you alright?" Sasuke asked shortly after his flying tackle.

Takanori hopped up off the floor, cradling his bleeding fingers. He stepped toward the two of us but was restrained by Heikichi-sensei, who'd been alerted by the commotion.

"Get off me Heikichi!" Takanori barked. "I wasn't going to harm him! As if I'd miss my Kunai throw!"

"Then what the hell were you trying to do!?" Heikichi hissed.

"I was testing him! You and I both know that someone like him won't make it. His pacifistic nature will get him killed! Better he quit now, before he ends up like—"he bit back his next words—"I just can't allow something like that to happen again."

"Takanori-san." Heikichi calmly spoke. "It has been many years since then. I know it hit you hard."

"Shut it! You know nothing of loss," he spat back. "Now, unhand me!"

"I will, once you've fully calmed down. For now I think it's best we both walk to the emergency—"

"Look at him!" Takanori yelled while pointing a finger at me. "Bright-eyed and stupid. He waited until I held a knife to his throat before retaliating! A shinobi can't go through life continuously holding back. I'm saving him from an early grave!"

He was right. Morals wouldn't get me anywhere. However, I think he was missing the point.

"What an absolute idiot must you be to make a six-year-old child believe he was about to get murdered! Of course I froze up, I was terrified! You practically radiated malice and are surprised that I was too shocked to think!? You {fucking} imbecile!"

By now the entire class was staring wide-eyed at the spectacle. I didn't care.

Takanori snorted. "At least it got your fire going. Better you learn now than in the future when someone truly is out to kill you."

He's right.

Yes, of course he was. Couldn't have any morals in this universe—a shonen Manga for crying out loud! What was I thinking? Holding onto some belief that I could make friends like Naruto—the protagonist. That I could at least enjoy the few years of childhood before everything went to shit.

I focused my chakra, cycling at full power, and kicked the defenceless, restrained elder in the head. His knees gave out and he fell to the ground.

He did not get back up.

"Good riddance, asshole," I hissed. Heikichi glared disapprovingly. "What? The bastard asked for it!"

Heikichi huffed out. "Fine. Everyone, class dismissed." He then casually picked up his unconscious colleague. "Satoya and Sasuke, please follow me to the Hokage's office."

Takanori woke up soon after when the Hokage used a minor healing jutsu on his head.

"Mind telling me what happened from your point of view?" Hiruzen asked.

Takanori pondered for a bit. "I goaded one of my students into delivering a knock-out kick straight to my temple." He chuckled ruefully as he rubbed at his bruise. "I suppose it was a learning experience for all those involved."

Hiruzen frowned, looking back at Sasuke and me who Takanori only now noticed were still present. "I believe… it may be for the best if you enjoyed an early retirement, Toma-kun" the Hokage announced. "You have served the village well in the past and deserve your well-earned rest."

Takanori clenched his fists for a short moment before letting out a defeated sigh. "Understood, Hokage-sama. I appreciate your generosity."

Hiruzen gave a sharp nod. "Good. I expect your application later today and will approve it post-haste. Dismissed!"

Takanori glanced at Sasuke and me, opening his mouth.

"Dismissed," the Hokage reiterated.

Takanori's mouth snapped shut and he exited the room.

"Now what am I going to do about you?" he directed at me. "Perhaps I've been hasty in assuming you were capable of standing up to adversity. Nobody knows of your special circumstances but me and a select few doctors. Maybe it is best for you to be kept away from the battlefield after all?"

Sasuke piped up, "Hokage-sama, may I say something?"

Hiruzen nodded.

"Many students would have reacted the same. I saw Ino freeze up when a dog barked at her, and she's a clan heir! I don't think Satoya should be punished."

Hiruzen hummed and turned back to me. "Of course, nobody will force you to quit, Satoya-kun. Not unless you fail the Academy's requirements. However, I would understand should you wish to do so after today's events."

Yeah, Sato, why don't you quit while you're still whole? Maybe revisit the whole 'flee to Tea Country' idea.

"I respectfully decline, Hokage-sama. I have enjoyed my academy curriculum so far and will gladly continue my attendance." Especially after he'd gone through all the trouble of firing that crazy old geezer for my sake.

"Oho, I bet you have." Hiruzen chuckled. "Suzuki-san gave my secretary quite the earful earlier today about the gall of students nowadays."

I turned as red as a tomato upon hearing that. Curse you anime logic! Stop so blatantly displaying my feelings!

"I understand someone with your study habits wouldn't be too interested in the first year academy curriculum," Hiruzen said. "However, I still advise you refrain from being too disruptive. Maybe bring some more advanced texts to the Academy with you?"

That… was a pretty good idea, actually. Not like the teacher's could call me out on it if the subject I was reading was the same one being taught.

"Of course, Lord Third," I agreed. "I will do my utmost."

"I expect nothing less," Hiruzen said, smiling. "Alright, you two may leave."

Sasuke and I each gave a low bow and exited the building.

As we walked down the town's streets, Sasuke made a surprising offer. "You know, Itachi-nii is a great ninja. He already teaches me sometimes, I bet I can convince him to help you out too."

Hell yeah. Get some of that sweet Anbu training in, before the guy snaps and murders his whole clan.

"Uhm… I already have stuff planned today, maybe some other time?"

Satoya you coward.