In the noisy classroom, the genin-in-training who had arrived at school in the afternoon had none of the worries of true ninjas, playing and laughing with each other.
Having never experienced the shinobi life, they didn't understand what their future lives would entail. The lives of these eleven and twelve-year-old students were clearly much more relaxed.
After this year, they would undergo their graduation exam. Once they passed, they would become genin.
There were a few students like Rakawa who had transferred here at the age of eight. Mikoto was similar, and Kushina was even slightly younger than Rakawa.
However, some special circumstances had brought her to this class, so the ages within this class were not uniform. But they were all just children.
Noise was a child's nature, and a carefree life always made one lament how quickly time flew, as if a single day wasn't enough for play.
A new day began, and Kushina arrived at the classroom a little earlier than usual. She was, in fact, the first student to arrive.
After a period of bustling about, Kushina sat down at her desk, feeling satisfied.
Rakawa entered the classroom almost at the last second, leisurely making his way to his seat with his two 'subordinates'.
Hiashi and Hizashi were already seated. Rakawa glanced at the desk and chair, then at Kushina, who was secretly peeking at him from the corner of her eye. A faint smile flickered in his eyes before he lowered his head and sat down.
Chakra refinement continued, an eternal and unchanging law. As long as there was time, chakra refinement would not stop.
Kushina smiled when she saw him sit down. She turned her head and silently chuckled as she looked at Rakawa, who was lying on his desk. The scene was a little strange.
But after a long while, seeing that Rakawa still didn't look up at her, she indignantly waved her small fist and muttered, 'Just you wait, you'll be crying later. Hmph, hmph, I'm really looking forward to seeing a crying boy, Iceberg.'
She turned back to listen to the lesson, her mood seemingly very pleasant. She just didn't notice the strange curve of Rakawa's lips as he lay on his desk beside her.
'Little Chili Pepper, people are watching everything you do. Life's ups and downs always come quickly.'
With that thought, the rhythm of his chakra refinement continued.
A few seats ahead, Fugaku Uchiha turned his head, glaring hatefully at Rakawa's seat. He gritted his teeth, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.
The teacher giving the lecture knew about the feud between the two. Given their extraordinary statuses, he could only pretend to be deaf and blind, acting as if he saw nothing.
The afternoon class ended in this strange atmosphere. When the dismissal bell rang, Kushina almost cheered.
After the teacher left the classroom, Kushina suddenly stood up, pulling out her chair. Her delicate little feet stepped onto the chair, one hand resting on her knee, looking like a little tyrant.
Some students, seeing this, wisely left the classroom. This kind of thing was not fun, and Kushina's temper was too ferocious.
Only a few individuals remained, slowly walking over.
"Hyuga Rakawa!!!"
Kushina shouted. Rakawa abruptly looked up, his white Byakugan eyes fixed on Kushina.
This startled Kushina. Why did this guy activate his Byakugan? Was it really such a big reaction?
But then she remembered that he had already fallen into her trap and calmed down. With one hand on her hip, she smiled with a darkened expression. "Hmph hmph hmph, hmph hmph hmph, you've finally met your match today, haven't you? How dare you bully me, how dare you ignore me? Now you've fallen into my trap, haven't you? Tsk tsk tsk."
"Oh? The Hyuga Clan's genius can also fall into a trap? How rare."
Fugaku Uchiha immediately scoffed at her words, then walked over to Mikoto, seemingly saying something.
But from Mikoto's resistant expression, it was clear their conversation was not pleasant.
Hiashi, upon hearing his words, wanted to rush over and argue, but Rakawa's gaze stopped him, and he resentfully halted.
Kushina didn't have so many ulterior motives and didn't notice these things. She only knew that her mood at this moment was extremely joyful, as if she were in a field of flowers, about to fly.
"Fallen into a trap? What are you talking about?"
Rakawa could barely conceal the smile in his eyes. This little chili pepper was simply too naive.
Kushina didn't notice anything unusual and laughed heartily. "Of course, it's the glue I put on your desk and chair! You idiot, you didn't even notice, and you sat there all afternoon. You're really stupid, haha. Now beg me! If you beg me, I'll help you get unstuck."
"Beg you?"
Rakawa's expression was strange. Kushina gave a heavy snort. "Call me Grandma, and I'll consider helping you get out. Otherwise, you can just wait here until tomorrow. And you two, if you dare to help him, then watch out!"
She was openly threatening them now. Hiashi and Hizashi exchanged glances. This little ancestor really seemed a bit ferocious.
"Still not calling me?"
Kushina grew impatient. She had said all that, so why was he still not speaking? So stubborn, he really wasn't a good man.
"The glue you mentioned, is it this?"
Rakawa stood up, reached into Kushina's desk drawer, pulled out a can of glue, and poured it directly onto her desk and chair.
Wait, he stood up?
Kushina was bewildered, stunned, her mouth agape, her face filled with disbelief.
Just then, Rakawa suddenly pressed on her shoulders, making her sit down on the chair, while simultaneously pinning her hands together on the desk.
"Ahhh, you, you, let go of me, let go of me!"
Kushina exploded like a lit powder keg.
However, Rakawa ignored her angry shouts, looking completely at ease. Kushina raged, "Why weren't you stuck by the glue? You cheated!"
"Hm? Cheated?" Rakawa smiled faintly. "You should use such crude tricks less often in the future. Hyuga Clan ninjas can release chakra through all their Tenketsu. I discovered your little trick early on, so there's no need to explain so much."
Kushina was dumbfounded. He discovered it early on? He actually discovered it early on?
Damn him, bastard, idiot, stinky man.
He discovered it first thing in the morning, yet he still played her like this, letting her be happy for nothing all afternoon. Was he doubting her intelligence?