Naruto - The God of Shinobi

Okabe-sensei's gaze swept over the class before landing on me.

"You're the one who got first place, right?"

I met his eyes. "Yes, sensei."

He nodded. "Then stand up."

I did as he said.

"Let's see if you deserve that rank. Come down to the front."

Whispers erupted around the room. Some kids looked excited, others nervous. A few smirked, clearly eager to see me fail.

I walked to the front, keeping my movements controlled.

"Fight me, you just have to land a hit in five minutes " Okabe-sensei said.

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A minute later inside class-

I was standing in front of the entire class, my stomach twisting into knots.

The air felt heavy. Like the room itself was pressing down on me. Every seat was filled, my classmates leaning forward, their eyes locked onto me like vultures waiting to see a corpse hit the floor.

I swallowed.

'It is my first fight in this world, and I'm extremely nervous.'

My heartbeat was a steady drum in my ears.

My palms were slick with sweat, but I curled my hands into fists anyway, trying to ground myself.

'Five minutes , One hit'

That was all I needed.

Okabe-sensei stood across from me, arms crossed, completely at ease. He wasn't taking a stance. He wasn't preparing. He was just… watching.

He doesn't see me as a threat.

I rolled my shoulders, forcing a breath out. The wooden floor felt solid beneath my feet, but my legs were stiff—too tense. I could hear the faint creak of the walls, the scratch of chalk from another classroom, but everything else had gone silent.

Just me , him and the weight of every pair of eyes in the room.

"Is he actually gonna fight sensei?"

"Man, this is gonna be over in two seconds."

"He got first place, but that was just training, right?"

Okabe-sensei smirked. "Well? Show me what all that training was for."

I clenched my fists and moved.

It wasn't a plan. It wasn't a strategy. It was just the sudden, overwhelming need to act.

My feet slammed against the floor as I surged forward, my arm swinging toward his ribs. My breath hitched—this was it—

And then I was stumbling forward.

My punch met nothing but empty space.

Okabe-sensei had moved. Effortlessly.

A second later, a sharp tap against my shoulder sent me reeling.

I barely caught myself, my knee slamming into the wooden floor. My hands scraped against it, the sting barely registering through the rush of adrenaline.

The classroom erupted.

"Did you see that?!"

"He just dodged like it was nothing!"

"Man, this is embarrassing."

Heat rushed to my face, my breathing uneven. I scrambled up, shaking my arms out. My muscles were too stiff—I needed to loosen up, move faster. I clenched my teeth and lunged again, this time aiming for his chest.

Blocked.

I spun, trying to kick—too slow. His arm barely moved, yet he deflected me like I was nothing.

Frustration burned under my skin. I wasn't thinking—I was just reacting, and it wasn't enough.

Okabe-sensei sighed. "You move well, but you're fighting like a wild animal."

Something in me snapped.

I threw myself at him again, no technique, no plan—just pure, desperate movement.

His foot hooked around mine.

My world flipped.

Air rushed past my ears, my stomach lurching as my back slammed into the floor. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, leaving me gasping like a fish.

I stared at the ceiling, the world spinning.

"Lesson one," Okabe-sensei said, standing over me. "Strength is useless without control."

The room was silent again.

For the first time, nobody had anything to say.

He's right.

I can't fight like this. I'm just throwing myself at him, hoping something lands.

It won't.

I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling sharply. My heart pounded against my ribs. I needed a different approach.

I needed to use my power.

It wasn't flashy. It wasn't some grand technique.

But it was deceptive.

I climbed back to my feet, slowly this time. My legs felt like lead, my arms trembling from exertion, but I stood tall. I forced my expression into frustration—like I was out of ideas.

Okabe-sensei raised an eyebrow. "Already giving up?"

I didn't answer. I just exhaled.

Then, I lunged forward.

My right fist shot toward his face—a feint.

He dodged easily, already shifting into a counter—

And that's when I erased my left leg's presence.

For a fraction of a second, his instincts told him nothing was coming.

No sound , no shift in the air , no weight displacement.

Just nothing.

Then my foot slammed into his shin.

A sharp thud echoed in the room.

Okabe-sensei's stance buckled, his eyes widening as his brain caught up to reality.

A stunned silence followed.

"Wait… what just—?"

"Did he just—?"

"Sensei didn't dodge?!"

Okabe-sensei looked down at his leg, his hand brushing over the spot I'd struck. His lips twitched.

"Huh."

I was exhausted—due to this damned body of mine— but I didn't let the moment slip.

I took a shaky step forward and tapped two fingers against his chest.

"Hit."

For a second, nobody moved.

Then—

The classroom exploded.

"WHAT?!"

"He landed a hit on sensei?! How?!"

"I didn't even see his kick!"

"Was that genjutsu?!"

Even Okabe-sensei looked both dumbfounded and impressed at the same time. 

He let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing his shin. "That was… interesting."

I kept my expression neutral.

"Does this mean I pass, sensei?"

He snorted. "Yeah, yeah. You got me. But don't get cocky, kid. Same trick won't work twice."

His voice was low "You have potential."

I blinked.

He was smirking.

"Just don't die before you reach it."

I nodded and turned back to my seat.

As I walked past my classmates, their wide-eyed stares followed me.

"He's actually terrifying."

"I wanna fight him."

"Damn… first place is no joke."

A small smirk tugged at my lips.

My heart still racing.

I hadn't landed a hit.

But for a moment—just a moment—

I had forced a Chunin to take me seriously.

And that was enough.

For now.

****

The training ground was still tense from the earlier fight. Kazeo could feel the lingering gazes of his classmates, their eyes flickering between awe, curiosity, and, in some cases, irritation.

Okabe dusted off his uniform, his lips curving into a smirk. "Alright, class, pay attention." His voice cut through the whispers, drawing everyone's focus back. "Today, we'll begin with an academy tour and some fundamental lessons about being a shinobi."

He turned his sharp gaze toward Kazeo, but this time, there was no hostility—just something unreadable in his expression. "And Kazeo-kun, don't think I personally targeted you. Every year, I test my class toppers like this." He crossed his arms, letting the words sink in.

"You're the second person ever to land a hit on me." His eyes flickered, just for a second, as if recalling something. "The first was Uchiha Itachi."

The name sent a ripple through the class.

 Itachi , The prodigy. 

The legend in the making.

Kazeo kept his face neutral, but inwardly, his mind was racing.

' So… Itachi was the only one before me?'

He had expected to be strong—but to be compared to him? That was something else entirely.

Okabe continued, "Don't let it get to your head. One lucky hit doesn't mean anything in real combat. If you don't train properly, you'll be left behind." His voice hardened. "And as for the rest of you—if you want to surpass Kazeo, you'd better start putting in more effort."

A heavy silence followed his words. Kazeo could feel the shift in the atmosphere. The challenge had been thrown. The competitive spark in the eyes of his classmates told him one thing—he had just become the benchmark they all wanted to beat.

Okabe let the moment settle before continuing. "Now, let me explain something important about your class." He stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over them.

"Unlike other classes, which have over a hundred students, your class only has thirty. The top thirty students of this entire batch."

A murmur ran through the room. Kazeo glanced around—some looked proud, others nervous.

"There will be exams every six months. And at the end of each year, the second exam will be personally observed by Lord Hokage himself. Whoever ranks first in that exam—" Okabe's voice dropped slightly, making them all lean in, "receives a personal reward from the Hokage."

Kazeo's fingers twitched.

'A personal reward? That means… access to jutsu , to resources.'

But then, Okabe's next words made the class stiffen.

"However, if you can't keep up, you will be demoted to the lower classes, where over a hundred students struggle for a spot." His eyes darkened. "And if they perform better, they will replace you. This class will always have only thirty seats."

Kazeo saw the way some of his classmates tensed, realization dawning.

No free rides

"The village has very high expectations for you," Okabe finished. His words weren't just a warning, they were a burden. One that had just been dropped on all of their shoulders.

A few students gulped. Others set their jaws in determination.

"So this is how Konoha breeds its elites."

Kazeo could feel his heartbeat steadying. Pressure breeds diamonds—or corpses.

He would make sure he was the former.

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After the shock of Okabe's words faded, introductions began. One by one, students stood and spoke, their voices steady, confident, or in some cases, shaky with nerves.

The clan kids carried themselves with pride.

Three Uchiha—sharp-eyed, composed. Their gazes held a natural arrogance, as if they already knew they were superior.

Two Hyuga—their pale eyes unreadable, but their postures screamed discipline.

Two Nara— had bored expressions, hands stuffed in their pockets. Lazy geniuses.

Two Yamanaka—blonde hair with sharp tongues, whispering to each other before speaking.

Two Akimichi—larger than most kids, but their eyes were warm.

Two Inuzuka— their eyes were fierce and they were talking with their dogs.

One from the Aburame—silent, stiff, hidden behind dark glasses.

One Sarutobi—probably connected to the Hokage himself.

One Shimura, one Utatane, one Mitokado—names that carried weight in Konoha's politics.

And one from the Hatake clan—a surprise, considering their numbers were almost extinct.

Then came the true shockers.

Two Senju.

Kazeo felt his brows lift slightly. The Senju name was legendary, but their numbers had dwindled over the years. Yet, here were two, sitting in the same class as him.

Even rarer were the two from the Kurama clan—known for their deadly genjutsu abilities.

And then, the final seven—including Kazeo himself—were civilians.

He could feel the unspoken divide.

Clan children held power, resources, training passed down from generations.

Civilians? They had nothing but their own willpower.

When it was finally his turn, he stood.

He didn't bow, didn't smile. He simply said, "Tanaka Kazeo."

His voice was even. Steady. But the weight behind his name was felt by everyone in the room.

Eyes snapped to him.

The civilian who came first in the entrance exams. The orphan who landed a hit on a Chunin.

He met their stares head-on before sitting down.

The message was clear.

'I don't need a clan name. My strength is my own.'

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Hidden Underground Base 

Danzo sat in the dimly lit chamber of his underground hideout, fingers steepled together as he listened to the latest report from his Root operative. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows on the cold stone walls, making the atmosphere even heavier. The masked ANBU knelt before him, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

"The last report concerns a civilian orphan.."

( To be continued....)

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