Start with the Mangekyō and leave Konoha with Madara

Life in the ninja school is boring. A whole year has passed since Uchiha Nian first entered the school.

When he opened his eyes in a trance, he was already a second-year student.

Speaking of the gains of this year, Nian felt that he could use one word to perfectly describe it:

Not satisfactory.

Compared with his insights, he seemed to have more complaints.

I thought that as long as I entered the school, I could learn some powerful ninjutsu secrets. At the very least, there were teachers to guide professional skill training, but in the end, what I learned was basically knowledge from books. The number of outdoor practical courses was pitifully small, and there were only a few serious ninjutsu teaching classes.

The final exam of the first grade tests students’ personal understanding of the “five ninjas”, that is, physical skills, ninjutsu, individual, team, and tactics. There are a total of 5 test papers, all of which are theoretical exams with a full score of 50 points, allowing students to fully define what a ninja is.

In the Uchiha clan, at Nin’s home, 5 test papers were thrown on the table at random, and the scores were all the same “6”, and every subject was just on the passing line.

He is a man of his words. This semester, he implemented the path he decided at the entrance ceremony, hiding his strength and being unknown. Even in the class, he tried not to attract anyone’s attention and be a dispensable little transparent.

Perhaps, this is not a difficult thing for him. After all, his real life is no different from this.

Although his strength has long exceeded the level that a child of this age should have, no one knows this except Kirito and Orochimaru, and the “Pig, Deer and Butterfly” trio who were beaten into pig heads on the first day of school.

Even if he accidentally had a conflict with others, he seemed not to argue or make a fuss, and his emotions were stable, not like an Uchiha at all.

Because of his low-key behavior, he completely became a marginal person in the class. His seat was naturally in the back row by the window, and even the teacher had a mediocre impression of him.

At the beginning of the school year, Nian suddenly discovered that there was a strange boy in the class.

This guy was obviously very thin, but he insisted on wearing a funny green tights, with a shiny watermelon head, and introduced himself very loudly. He was a weirdo who would go out to run 5 kilometers after class.

According to Kirito, this guy was demoted from their class because he failed the final ninjutsu test and had to repeat the class.

Nian didn’t care about this. The only thing he cared about was the secret scroll in his arms and… the mysterious man who gave him the scroll that year.

Unfortunately, since they parted two years ago, the three of them have never seen him again.

One day, Nian and Orochimaru were invited to visit Kirito’s house because Kirito’s sister, Uchiha Chiri, successfully passed the test today and became a member of the Konoha Guard.

When they were talking happily, they couldn’t help but mention the encounter two years ago. When they mentioned the mysterious man, Chiri immediately got up after hearing it, quickly locked the doors and windows, and closed the curtains tightly.

She warned several people with a serious face not to let others find out that they were related to this person.

“Sister, is he a bad guy?” Kirito frowned and asked, and Nian became nervous, and his hands were unconsciously clenched together.

Orochimaru was expressionless.

Good or bad? Good and evil?

What are the criteria for judging these?

It’s nothing more than the difference in stance and concept.

For him personally, he didn’t care about the man’s past. At least what he saw was a confident, strong, principled man with a layer of mist shrouding his whole body.

“I didn’t say he was a bad guy, I just warned you not to let the village find out that you had contact with him.” Zhili said softly, and a touch of reminiscence passed through his bright eyes, “You have to judge the right and wrong with your own eyes.”

“The only thing I can be sure of is that he will never hurt you.”

Time flies, like a white horse passing by, and another year has passed in a hurry.

Nian also spent two dull years in the Ninja School.

Although he was an insignificant little transparent person in the class, fortunately, the existence of Kirito and Orochimaru made his life more colorful. He practiced with them during the day and went home to study secret techniques at night, so his life was not so difficult.

One thing aroused his interest a little bit, that is, Kirito and Orochimaru, who were stronger than him in his impression, were not the first in each other’s class.

According to the two, the final examination of the fourth grade is “ninja sparring”, which is to say that it is a point-to-point competition.

The winner advances and the loser enters the elimination round. The teachers will give the final score based on your strength in the sparring, so it doesn’t matter if you lose unfortunately.

But if you are really so bad that you can’t even use a ninjutsu, you can only squat regretfully.level.

“Don’t tell me yet, let me guess…” Nian hesitated for a moment, and said to Orochimaru: “The top of your class, could it be the Princess Tsunade you mentioned?”

I heard that this girl is of noble status. Not only is she the granddaughter of the first Hokage Senju Hashirama, but she also has the blood of the Fire Country Daimyofu.

“No.” Orochimaru shook his head. “The first in our class is not from a famous family, but a boy named ‘Kato Dan’. He has a high level of illusion skills and easily defeated all opponents with only the most basic ‘Naraku-ken Jutsu’.”

“Huh? It sounds amazing.” Kirito said in surprise, “The first in our class is called ‘Hatake Sakumo’, but he is good at physical skills and swordsmanship, and his movements are quite fast. I estimate that his strength is stronger than that of ordinary Genin.”

“Hatake Sakumo? Is he the boy with a head of white hair at such a young age?” Orochimaru had an impression, “I heard that the swordsmanship of this family is very powerful.”

At this time, Nen opened his hands from behind and patted the shoulders of the two at the same time, “Roar, it seems that I have to practice with the discouraged seniors today.”

“What a joke, I don’t care about winning or losing.” Kirito pouted.

Orochimaru really didn’t care, “Except for the technique that can make you immortal, I’m not interested in any powerful means.”

As usual, several people went to the training ground to practice, but found that there was an uninvited guest in their secret base that “belonged to” them!

It was a boy with long flowing white hair, who was throwing shuriken at the target. His movements were good and his eyes were in place, but his hit rate was only 20% to 30%, which was pitifully low.

After throwing all the shuriken in one breath, the boy was panting and looking at his “record”. He suddenly knelt down on the ground in humiliation and roared unwillingly.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

His hands were already rubbed and his face was covered with sweat. It was obvious that he had been practicing alone for a long time.

Nian frowned.

“White hair, is this the Hatake Sakumo you are talking about?”

“No, his name is Hiruko, and he is in our class.” Orochimaru explained: “His position in the class is the same as you, Nen, unknown and mediocre, the difference is…”

“Nen is pretending, and he is really a loser.” Kirito crossed his arms and said.

“Forget it, let’s just pretend we didn’t see it.” Nen suddenly said: “Even if the self-esteem is small, it needs to be maintained.”

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Orochimaru tilted his head, “Then what are we going to do?”

Kirito rolled his eyes, “Does anyone want to take a hot spring bath?”

…

The three of them hit it off and immediately ran to the bathhouse. When they passed the corner of the street, they suddenly found a white-haired boy lying on the high wall with his butt sticking up, looking at something with interest through the gap in the wall.

“White hair, is this the Hatake Sakumo you are talking about?”

“Unfortunately, no.” Orochimaru said expressionlessly, “His name is Jiraiya, from our class.”

“Compared to this…” Kirito frowned and said, “Behind that wall, is the open-air bath in the women’s bathhouse?”