(A/N: Hey all. This is my first translation...so I hope you can leave comments on this story.
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The sun blazed fiercely over the Land of Fire, illuminating the bustling streets of Konoha Shinobi Village. Inside a classroom, excitement crackled in the air as the students of Class 7 prepared for their new teacher. Uzumaki Naruto, ever the troublemaker, stood atop a chair, a mischievous glint in his eye as he wedged a blackboard eraser into the doorframe.
"It shouldn't be a problem to put it here, right?" he chuckled to himself, envisioning the surprise on their teacher's face. "As the teacher of the seventh class, you dare to be late? Let's see how I teach you!"
His exuberance was met with a sharp reprimand from Haruno Sakura. "Naruto, what are you doing? We need to make a good impression!" she exclaimed, though secretly she reveled in his defiance. *Good! Well done, Naruto! Teach that late teacher a lesson!*
Across the room, Uchiha Sasuke leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on his face. "Boring behavior," he scoffed. "Most Jōnin-level leaders wouldn't fall for such a low-end trap."
Naruto shrugged, hands behind his head. "Sasuke, you're just as curious as I am about whether it'll work!"
"How could I be like you, the super idiot?" Sasuke retorted coldly.
Before Naruto could respond, he lunged forward and grabbed Sasuke by the collar. "What did you say?"
"Naruto, let go of Sasuke!" Sakura interjected, panic rising in her voice.
"Little Sakura... I'm obviously the one being scolded," Naruto protested.
Just then, the classroom door creaked open, and silence fell over the room. All eyes turned toward the entrance as a striking figure stepped inside. A man with tousled white hair and black sunglasses stood framed by sunlight. His relaxed black attire accentuated his lean physique and handsome features.
"This teacher is so handsome," Sakura whispered to herself, her heart racing as she gazed at Shiratori Satoru.
Naruto couldn't help but snicker. "He's even more attractive than Sasuke!"
In that moment of distraction, the blackboard eraser fell from its perch and struck Bai Chen squarely on the head. Time seemed to freeze as everyone stared in disbelief at the chalk dust suspended in mid-air, just an inch from the teacher's face.
"Is this... the strength of a Jōnin?" Sasuke mused, a hint of admiration creeping into his voice.
Sakura sighed dreamily. "So handsome... more handsome than Sasuke."
"Hello," Satoru announced with an easy smile that lit up the room. "I'm Shiratori Satoru. From today onward, I'll be your teacher." With a flick of his wrist, he sent the blackboard eraser flying back toward Naruto with surprising force.
The impact sent Naruto sprawling backward, crashing to the ground with an indignant shout. "Bastard! I'm going to kill you!" he yelled as he scrambled to his feet, a red mark blooming on his cheek.
Satoru chuckled softly and casually sat on Naruto's back as if it were nothing. "Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock—gather at the seventh training ground."
Naruto lay there fuming under Satoru's weight. "Bastard! I will definitely kill you!"
Sakura watched in disbelief at this supposed "getting along." Sasuke observed quietly, intrigued by Satoru's swift reaction and skill.
"Remember," Satoru continued with a playful glint in his eye, "Don't eat tonight until tomorrow morning."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow coolly. "What happens if we do?"
"It will be dangerous," Satoru replied cryptically, a hint of danger lurking beneath his smile.
Sasuke frowned slightly; it was clear that tomorrow's activities would be no ordinary training session.
With a casual wave of his hand, Satoru vanished into thin air, leaving behind an air of mystery and anticipation.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Teacher! I want you to look good tomorrow!" Naruto shouted after him, fists clenched in frustration.
"You super idiot! What right do you have to be angry after failing your trap?" Sasuke shot back as he exited the classroom.
"Tch! A bunch of stinky farts," Naruto muttered before turning to Sakura with a grin. "Let's go eat ramen! I have a discount coupon!"
"Stupid Naruto! Didn't you hear what Teacher Shiratori said? No eating tonight or tomorrow morning!" Sakura sighed exasperatedly before chasing after Sasuke with renewed determination.
As they spilled out into the streets of Konoha, Shiratori Satoru perched on a rooftop nearby watched them with mild amusement. At 20 years old and standing 185 cm tall, he had traversed through time to this perilous ninja world eight years ago—an orphan adopted by Tsunade herself.
His thoughts drifted back to his unique abilities; endowed with Six Eyes that allowed him to manipulate time and space itself. He had no desire for conquest or chaos; all he sought was peace and stability while fulfilling his mission to guide Naruto—the vessel of the Nine Tails—ensuring he wouldn't meet an untimely demise.
Yet with great power came vulnerabilities; his abilities had weaknesses known only to him. Currently on a mission from Tsunade, he aimed to mentor Naruto and prevent his demise while keeping an eye on Shimura Danzō, who posed a threat with his ambitions involving the First Hokage's cells.
Despite his immense power and responsibilities, Satoru longed for peace and stability—not conquest or chaos. As he watched Naruto and his friends chase each other through the streets below, he felt a flicker of hope that perhaps this new life could offer him just that.
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