Uchiha Obito dragged his exhausted body out of Haruki's room.
Although the dinner was unexpectedly delicious, he had no appetite after a day of torment.
Under the night sky, Haruki and Tsunade stood bathed in light, looking like a perfectly crafted couple from a painting, exuding an unreal vibe.
Obito responded dazedly to their waves and then turned around.
If Rin Nohara cared out of kindness, Haruki was entirely different, like a devil enticing him into corruption, with a bit of malicious pleasure. Yet, the concern in his actions surprised Obito.
He returned home.
His grandmother was already resting.
With a slight sense of unreality, he fell asleep.
In the morning, he woke up at a specific time and ate breakfast under his grandmother's surprised gaze before running to his usual spot.
"Good morning, Grandma Keiko."
Uchiha Obito skillfully took her bag and supported her.
"Are you... Obito?" Keiko looked at him incredulously. If not for his unchanged voice, she would have thought she had mistaken him for someone else.
"Yes." Obito was about to burst into his usual laugh but remembered Haruki's training and restrained his emotions, curving his lips appropriately.
"Obito must be in love." Keiko laughed, perhaps reminiscing about her youth, and began to give him tips on love.
Obito chatted with her without a trace of impatience.
Crossing the road took almost half an hour.
In the distance, Haruki witnessed all of this and slowly disappeared.
"Good morning, Teacher!"
When Haruki entered the classroom, the students greeted him one after another.
This was also the effect of yesterday's class.
Respect others and maintain a certain level of courtesy to reflect one's cultivation.
"Good morning."
Haruki waved, responding to them.
Today's lesson was a cultural class within the theoretical courses.
Yes, the Ninja Academy had cultural courses similar to language and mathematics, as well as recognizing plants, stars, and flower arranging.
But he planned to revamp these theoretical classes.
For example, by replacing them with subjects from the nine-year compulsory education of his previous life.
Because it did not involve the interests of Konoha's top brass, he was confident that Hiruzen Sarutobi would agree to his plan.
After all, it wasn't like political maneuvering.
But education is the foundation of everything.
Haruki's thoughts had also evolved. He now planned not to teach dragon-slaying skills directly in school but to truly utilize the power of education.
Cultivate virtue and wisdom.
Awaken intelligence, develop thinking, and instill correct values.
He would especially examine those who excel in this, ultimately selecting personnel to form that special organization, spreading like sparks, forming a prairie fire.
The Ninja World was not like the society of his previous life, which had undergone years of education and development. Too forward-thinking ideas or too harsh remedies would more likely cause harm and fear.
Silent nurturing was the best way.
Just then, a polite knock on the door sounded.
"Teacher."
Wearing a slim-fit gray-black coat with a suitable black side part and fairly decent features.
When Uchiha Obito entered the classroom, he immediately received everyone's attention.
Puzzled and curious.
Low murmurs of discussion rose.
"Who is this?"
"Did he enter the wrong classroom?"
"So handsome, I wonder which class he's from."
"Strange, why haven't I heard of such a handsome guy before?"
Uchiha Obito felt a bit dizzy from the attention but managed to stay composed under Haruki's gaze.
"Obito, take your seat."
Haruki said casually.
But the classroom's noise couldn't be suppressed any longer.
"What? This guy is Obito?!"
"Pinch me, am I dreaming?"
"Ah, I lost out, I didn't know."
"Oh no, oh no, should I choose Kakashi-kun or Obito-kun in the future?"
Uchiha Obito maintained his composure, suppressing his urge to jump up and shout.
He went to his seat, his lips forming a gentle smile.
"Good morning, Rin."
"Good... good morning..."
Rin Nohara looked dazed. Was this really the often-late, silly-smiling Obito?
Kakashi was also surprised and glanced at him.
"Kakashi, how do I look?" Noticing his gaze, Obito couldn't help but ask.
"Not much different." Kakashi turned his head, ignoring him.
Darn, can you stop bringing that up!
Obito took several deep breaths, resisting the urge to fight.
Meanwhile, Rin Nohara covered her mouth and laughed.
Seeing her smile, Obito instinctively scratched his head and grinned along.
Haruki on the podium shook his head.
He kept his act for so long, only to reveal his true self at the last second.
As they say, it's tough to pretend in front of someone you like, except for some expert deceivers. Most boys and girls might not be much different from Obito.
But Rin Nohara doesn't like you yet.
You need to keep up the act.
Fortunately, Rin's feelings for Kakashi were also shallow.
After all, they were only about four years old, currently in the stage of judging by appearance, without deep affection.
Now that Obito's appearance issues were somewhat remedied, it was up to his sincerity and a few small techniques.
"Quiet." Haruki tapped the blackboard. "Today's lesson is a text you need to memorize. I'll quiz you next class. Those who don't complete it, face the consequences."
The classroom's noise instantly vanished.
At this age, they were still quite afraid of teachers.
Especially Haruki.
This meant their background was irrelevant.
Could they be more influential than the Hokage's lineage?
Ordinary teachers might turn a blind eye to their surnames, but Haruki wouldn't.
"Human nature at birth is good. The nature is similar, but habits make it different. If not taught, the nature will change..."
The sound of recitation filled the classroom.
Haruki flicked his finger, and a piece of chalk landed on the forehead of a boy in the second-to-last row.
"Kurama Tsukumo, genjutsu isn't meant to deceive teachers."
He looked at the boy, who was holding his forehead, and shook his head.
The Kurama clan was an ancient ninja family in Konoha, possessing rare genjutsu-based kekkei genkai that could manipulate the five senses and inflict real damage on those trapped in illusions. They once rivaled the Uchiha clan.
However, the rarity of the kekkei genkai led to the Kurama clan's decline.
Now they were an insignificant small family in Konoha.
But in a few years, a kekkei genkai bearer would reappear, Kurama Yakumo.
If Haruki remembered correctly, the boy trying to create the illusion of serious study while actually napping was Yakumo's father.