The was filled with ughter and chatter. Satoru Hyūga was in a plete panic. He anig like hell.

  He saw a man with a monk's haircut asking the students to introduce themselves. As the students took turns introdug themselves, waves of ughter and appuse kept ringing out.

  Wasn't I just w overtime? How the hell did I transmigrate into the world of Naruto? Judging from the situation, it seems to be the first css of the new semester.

  Satoru Hyūga looked around the . After seeing quite a few familiar faces, he panicked even more.

  The guy in the first row, with thick hair, proudly mentioned his Hokage father during his self - introdu. He seemed to be the future bounty measurement unit in the underground bck market. His head was traded for a bounty by a certain top - notch money - grubber.

  The arrogant white - haired dude in the middle of the sed row, wearing a bck mask. If he remembered correctly, he was the future chakra measurement unit, Eida.

  Not long after, his father itted suicide. He also lost an eye during the Third Shinobi World War, and he even killed his best friend with his own hands. Anyway, everythied to him seemed to end badly. It was sic...

  The dumbass teenager behind him, wearing goggles and sp the Uchiha emblem on his clothes, boasted about being the Hokage during his self - introdu. He was the future big boss in the ninja world and one of the masterminds behind the ses. A ruthless guy who wao overthrow the entire world just because of a puppy love. In the end, he died without even a trace left!

  Satoru Hyūga shifted his gaze to the guy who was currently introdug himself.

  That guy's teeth were glistening like a fshlight, and he kept h about youth. He seemed to be the only oner who dared to defy fate. He almost kicked his way to the grand fih one move. His dang skills won high praise from Madara, and he was even givele of the stro Gitai.

  But it was all for nothing. He would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

  As for the other cssmates, Satoru Hyūga didn't know many of them. They were all on fodder among on fodder, and leeks among leeks - easy pigs. I'm afraid a rge number of them would be cut down during the Third Shinobi World War a few years ter. Not many would live until the grand finale.

  The more Satoru Hyūga sized them up, the more panicked he became.

  If he were from the main family of the Hyūga , that would be fine. After all, he'd have a bunch of branch family ckeys to safeguard him. As long as he didn't do something stupid, he might even make it to the grand finale. But acc to the memories of his inal self, not only was he from the branch family, but both of his Mother and Father were also dead. He was the least favored type in the Hyūga .

  Oh no, it's all over.

  This is a nightmarish start.

  Satoru Hyūga looked as if he had lost all hope.

  You said you'd transmigrate, but why did you have to end up in the world of Hokage where human lives are as cheap as grass? And to make matters worse, the crucial timeline is the css with the highest death rate before the Third Shinobi World War.

  The Battle of Kanna bi Bridge, the Battle of Kikyo Mountain... Satoru Hyūga didn't even want to think about how he could possibly survive.

  Just when Satoru Hyūga felt that life was hopeless, a voiapped him back to reality.

  "Satoru Hyūga, it's your turn to introduce yourself."

  Satoru Hyūga looked up and saw the homeroom teacher, Fujino Daikichi, grinning at him. The other cssmates in the css also focused their gazes on him.

  Seeing this, Satoru Hyūga had no choice but to stand up relutly.

  "My name is Satoru Hyūga. I'm from the Hyūga . My favorite eats are ramen and grilled meat. My dream is... My dream is..."

  Satoru Hyūga hesitated for a bit and then said after some thought.

  "To live until the grand finale."

  The fell silent immediately. Everyone looked at Satoru Hyūga with surprised aant gazes. Living until the grand finale? What the heck is that?

  Fujino Daikichi forced a feard ughs and scratched his sparse hair.

  "It seems like Satoru Hyūga really loves reading manga. The grand finale is only a thing in manga. I hope that in future studies, Satoru Hyūga won't be so into manga."

  "Sure."

  Satoru Hyūga replied casually and sat down. He clearly remembered that not many of his cssmates in this css would live until the grand finale.

  After the remaining few minor characters fiheir self-introdus, Fujino Daikichi cleared his throat and said, "Alright, students, the back-to-school self-introdu session is over. Now it's time for the first css. Please open your textbooks, *Iing the Will of Fire*."

  Satoru Hyūga flipped through the red textbook oable. The whole book was full of praise for the Will of Fire, and it was pletely useless.

  At the podium, Fujino Daikichi assionately expounding on the Will of Fire, and most of the students below were listening ily.

  However, Satoru Hyūga was fidgety. He flipped a few more pages and stared at them for a long while before finally making out two words between the lines — pyramid scheme.

  Did I end up in a pyramid scheme brainwashier?

  Is this Konoha Vilge's political propaganda?

  Where are the guiding principles, the ideological program, and the detailed standards and measures?

  The whole book kept promoting the idea that everyone was like a family, that they should protect the children, safeguard the vilge, and sacrifice everything and dedicate themselves to the vilge.

  The thing is... I'm only six years old, and they wao go to the battlefield and sacrifice myself? Why don't you do it instead?

  When Satoru Hyūga watched the anime in his past life, he didn't notice a thing. It was only wheruly transmigrated into it and became an ihat he realized how absurd it was.

  After the initial panic, Satoru Hyūga gradually calmed down. After all, there was an adult soul in this body, and his experiend thinking were beyond what a young child could match.

  In the , Fujino Daikichi's voice reg the Will of Fire was still loud, but Satoru Hyūga had already shifted his gaze out the window. He was frantically ing up with future pns in his mind. Today was his first day at the ninja academy and the start of his ninja journey. He had to start a meticulous training pn.

  For his dream, or rather... goal of living until the grand finale.

  Creak!

  Satoru Hyūga pushed open the creaking wooden door. What came into sight was an old courtyard. This was the house left to him by his Mother and Father. Although the space wasn't big, it had everything he needed.

  The whole day's courses at the ninja academy were full of useless stuff like the expnation of the Will of Fire. There wasn't a single practical bat css or ninjutsu css that Satoru Hyūga was hoping for.

  However, after a whole day, he had fully absorbed the memories of his former self.

  He had no memories of his mother. It seemed that she died during childbirth while giving birth to him. His father was a guard of the main family and ae in. He died during a mission to safeguard the main family. Thanks to this, he was able to i his father's house as a young child and obtain the qualification to attend the ninja academy.

  Otherwise, in the Hyūga where petition is fierd the system is strict, the iance left by his father would be taken back by the family.

  About half a year ago, he was branded with the caged bird and pletely became a member of the branch family. His future trajectory would probably be the same as his father's, being a bodyguard for the main family and gloriously sacrifig himself to protect the main family.

  Headache...

  Satoru Hyūga rubbed his forehead. Not all branch family fathers were the heads of the branch family. With an uncle being the head of the main family, his monthly living allowance was only 1,000 ryo. After c basic living expehere wasn't much left for his training.

  Some guy who kept shouting about breaking fate didn't have to worry about food and drink and ehe best treatment in the Hyūga . But more members of the branch family, like him, were struggling to scrape by.

  Sighing, Satoru Hyūga dispelled the distrag thoughts in his mind. Now wasn't the time to think about those things. After a full day of csses, his stomach was already growling with hunger.

  He looked through the remaining ingredients i and decided to give himself a treat.

  Life was already pathetiough; he couldn't let his stomach suffer too.

  Just as he was about to pick up the iron wok to wash it, something ued happehe moment his palm got close to the body of the wok, the body of the wok suddenly started shaking untrolbly. At the same time, all the metal items i were vibrating tinuously, as if they were pying a wild symphony of metal.

  Satoru Hyūga stood there dumbfounded. It was as if something exploded in his mind and then verged into a blue-purple starry vortex. There was a line of small words below.

  Eleagic Force: lv1. 2,000 experience points until the level.

  Annouhis is the re-optimized version, addressing issues such as excessive annotations, nguage fluency, and cultural adaptation. I believe this version will provide a better reading experiehank you all for your support and feedback. Wishing you an enjoyable read and happiness every day!patreon./WhiteGold388