Naruto: The Last Harbinger of Storm

Naruto: The Last Harbinger of Storm

NTLHOS: Chapter 33: Monster of a Sensei

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These children need to understand their potential; they needed to understand the gravity of their roles. He would have to take the class in the good old bloody Mist fashion. If these kids were to become the leaders and protectors of Konoha, they needed a serious wake-up call.

Naruto sighed internally, feeling a mix of disappointment and determination.

Now:

It had been two weeks since Naruto-senpai took his job at the academy. Konohamaru was done with it. These two weeks had been hell. On the first day, without even asking their names, Naruto-senpai had taken them to an obstacle course and made them run.

"Sakura had asked, "Sensei, would you like us to introduce ourselves?"

Naruto replied, "We don't have time to waste. I already know all the information to the minute details. I would be a lousy shinobi if I didn't know my mission exactly. No more coddling. To the obstacle course! In the future, you will address me as Senpai and shall not talk unless I have given permission. Is that understood, rookies?" he said with a bit of killing intent. The entire chattering class fell silent and ran to the obstacle course, not wanting to provoke the new instructor.

From Konohamaru's perspective, the past two weeks had been a grueling nightmare. As soon as Naruto-senpai had taken over as their instructor due to Owen-sensei being on leave from an injury, everything changed. He was nothing like Owen or Iruka-sensei. On the very first day, Naruto had led them to the academy's obstacle course. What they didn't expect was that the obstacle course had been renovated with new equipment and ropes. It wasn't the standard run track with a few obstacles to jump over. Once they got in, it was like hell. The exit was locked, and no matter where you went, something was attacking you.

Flashback:

"Alright, everyone, follow me," Naruto commanded, his expression blank. The training grounds had changed with high walls, mud pits, and ropes that seemed to stretch into the sky. A few unknown seals Naruto placed on the walls made it even more intimidating.

"Welcome to your new reality," Naruto announced, his voice full of authority. "You want to be shinobi? Then you'll need to earn it. We'll start with the basics: endurance and strength."

Konohamaru stared at the course in disbelief, feeling a sense of dread in his stomach. Like most, he didn't know what he was setting himself up for. In bravado, he said, "We can take whatever you throw at us, redhead." Many in the class laughed. Naruto's eyes moved to Konohamaru and the laughing class. "You rookies have to be disciplined."

"Move it!" Naruto barked, clapping his hands. "First task: run 10 laps around the field. Go!" he said with killing intent in his voice. The class was again silenced and started the task.

They thought, like usual, they could stop and give excuses to their sensei when they felt tired, just like with Iruka or Owen-sensei. Oh, how wrong they were. Initially, it was just beatings with a cane for the more unruly students. Then Senpai stuck seals on their clothes that would electrocute them if they stopped. Even Shikamaru ran the whole 10 laps like his life depended on it. Many cried and shouted, yet the heartless monster just watched impassively. His clones were everywhere. They progressively got more for disobedience.

Konohamaru wondered if this was some sort of elaborate prank. Maybe Naruto-sensei would jump out and say, "Just kidding! Let's go get sushi!"

No such luck. As he ran, Konohamaru couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and anger. What kept him going was fear. He started seeing ghosts or something like it following him when he slowed down, but he didn't dare stop running to avoid the electrocution. This man was an evil sorcerer. When he knew the more able students were not giving their all, he would conjure ghosts and abominations to haunt them. Konohamaru, due to his stamina, had loads of beasts chasing him. He first thought it was some illusion like some shinobi tricks his grandfather showed him, but soon he was proven wrong when they inflicted real fear and pain. The rigorous running was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

"Keep moving!" Naruto shouted, his voice unwavering. "This isn't just about running. It's about pushing past your limits, about proving that you have what it takes to be true shinobi."

Konohamaru struggled to keep up, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He saw Sasuke's quiet determination, Shikamaru's strategic pacing, and Sakura's relentless effort, but none could take them all the way—only fear pushed them. Each of them was being tested in ways they hadn't anticipated. He could almost hear Shikamaru thinking, "What a drag." For the first time, Konohamaru heard Shikamaru cursing their sensei out loud, which was a first for the lazy boy. But he was given a jolt for his efforts.

After the laps, they thought it was over. They all crawled to the ground, defeated. Despite some having superior stamina, everyone was pushed to their individual limits.

When Konohamaru thought this nightmare would end and he would wake in his comfy bed with his mother saying it was just a nightmare, and that it was God Inari playing tricks, he would promise never to play pranks again.

Suddenly, after lying on the ground for an hour, it started raining. In their half-unconscious state, Konohamaru couldn't understand how clouds were only three feet above them.

Then he heard the monster's voice. "Nice warm-up. We will go through the obstacle course now." With a hand seal, the clouds cleared. They were hit with an unexplainable feeling of dread. "Up, or the seals will start again!" he shouted, and all of a sudden, almost everyone got up, including Shikamaru. The few like Kiba, who was brave, immediately jumped awake when they were reminded of the seals.

Konohamaru thought the running course was hell, but Naruto-senpai made them unanimously agree that the running course was paradise compared to the hell he created for the next session.

Konohamaru had climbed walls, crawled under barbed wire, and balanced on narrow beams, all while the monstrosities watched over them to punish them. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, but Naruto's evil presence kept him going. He had never been so sore in his life. Who knew running in mud could be so difficult?

By the end of the course, Konohamaru was covered in mud, sweat, and bruises. He looked around, expecting the girls to complain since they were bruised and muddied, but they didn't. What Konohamaru didn't know was Naruto had given them enough incentives to not care about their appearance. His gaze met Naruto's, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and fear. "Are we done for today?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Naruto nodded, his expression softening slightly. "This is just the beginning. I was lenient on you today. From tomorrow, after these two courses, you will start survival training."

Konohamaru's eyes widened in horror. Survival training? What kind of madness was this? He glanced at his classmates, who looked just as horrified. They had barely survived the first day, and now they had to face more challenges.

"And for anyone who thinks of bunking classes tomorrow, I will personally send a clone to bring you back to class and make you wish you were doing the stuff the others are doing. Whoever your parents or relatives are, I will find you and take you to hell and back until you learn discipline. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" he shouted.

They didn't need killing intent to bring fear now. They knew if they didn't show up, the monster would fetch them personally. As Konohamaru dragged himself back to his home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of impending doom. This wasn't training—it was torture.

The next morning, Konohamaru climbed a tree to spy on the principal's office. The room was flooded with the parents of civilians, but none of the shinobi parents came to the academy. His own grandfather had refused him for the first time. Konohamaru knew the civilian council members were powerful and influential; they would surely get rid of the monster.

Naruto-sensei stood in the middle of the office, his face stony, his hands tied behind his back. Parents and some of the other sensei, like Milo and Iruka-sensei, were shouting at him, their voices a cacophony of anger and frustration.

"This is unacceptable!" a parent yelled, waving her arms dramatically. "My child, my dear Shiro, came home covered in bruises and injuries! What kind of instructor does that?"

"You are barely older than our kids! You shouldn't be given any responsibility. I demand he is removed immediately from his post!" another parent shouted, her voice shaking with indignation.

"They are just kids!" Iruka-sensei protested, his face red with fury. "You can't treat them like they're already in the field!"

Milo-sensei joined in, pointing an accusatory finger at Naruto. "You think just because you have a higher rank, you can do whatever you want? You are barely older than them! This is an academy, not one of your orphanages where there is no one to ask!"

The room was in chaos, the voices rising to a fever pitch. Naruto stood impassively, his face a mask of calm amidst the storm. His eyes, however, flickered with a steely resolve.

Suddenly, the air in the room shifted. Three ANBU materialized out of nowhere, their presence commanding and immediate. The shouting stopped abruptly as all eyes turned to the masked figures. The room fell into an uneasy silence, the tension palpable.

In walked an old man with a cane, his face partly covered with bandages. He wore a long, dark robe with the emblem of the Hidden Leaf on the back, and his bandaged arm rested on the cane as he walked. His arrival was like a cold wind sweeping through the room. The senior shinobi tensed, their eyes widening in recognition and apprehension. His very presence seemed to draw the breath from the room.

His lone, piercing eye scanned the room, his gaze like a cold blade cutting through the tension. Each person he looked at squirmed uncomfortably under the weight of his scrutiny. He exuded an aura of authority and menace that was impossible to ignore.

He stopped, his gaze landing on Naruto. For a moment, the room held its breath. His eye then shifted, looking right where Konohamaru was hiding in the tree outside. Konohamaru felt his heart skip a beat, knowing his cover was blown. But he said nothing, his gaze moving on.

With a voice as cold and commanding as his presence, he spoke. "This is a shinobi academy, and this is how things are. You cooperate, or you take your children elsewhere. What Special Jonin Uzumaki has done is part of the assignment Lord Third gave him. To question him is the same as questioning the decision of the village leadership."

His words hung heavy in the air, each syllable carrying an implicit threat. The parents and shinobi present shifted uncomfortably, the reality of the situation sinking in. They knew better than to openly defy Danzo Shimura.

"No one commented," Danzo continued, his tone passive yet threatening. "The decisions made here are for the betterment of the village. Anyone who cannot understand that does not belong here."

The tension in the room was electric, every word from Danzo pressing down like a weight. The senior shinobi knew that any further protest would be futile, and the civilians were cowed by the sheer force of his authority.

With that, Danzo turned and, with a nod to his ANBU guards, vanished from the room. The ANBU followed, leaving the room in a heavy silence.

Slowly, the gathering dispersed, leaving the academy's chunin and jonin behind. The tension in the room was palpable. Naruto-sensei, standing tall and unyielding, decided it was time to address the lingering insubordination.

He turned his gaze to the chunin sensei, his eyes hardening with a deadly focus. "Mind your rank and tongue," he said, his voice low and dangerous. The atmosphere thickened with his killing intent, causing a noticeable shift in the room.

Naruto moved swiftly, catching Milo-sensei by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Milo's eyes widened in shock, his bravado from moments before evaporating in the face of Naruto's raw intensity. Naruto's expression was fierce, a stark contrast to the calm facade he maintained in the classroom.

"Never insult your superior," Naruto growled, his voice dripping with menace. "What did you think? That I'm an upjumped brat barely older than the students here?" The killing intent in his voice was palpable, causing Milo to break out in a cold sweat.

"You were very brave when there were civilians here," Naruto continued, his grip tightening on Milo's collar. "What happened now? No wonder the children have no discipline or respect for the hierarchical system. If their sensei act like civilians rather than shinobi with discipline and training, they emulate that behavior."

Milo's face was pale, his eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape. The other chunin watched in stunned silence, the weight of Naruto's words sinking in.

"You are under probation, Chunin Milo," Naruto declared, his voice unwavering. "For your misconduct and misbehavior in front of a superior."

Naruto released Milo, who slumped against the wall, visibly shaken and humiliated. The room was silent, the tension thick in the air.

With a final, authoritative glance around the room, Naruto turned to the principal and bowed respectfully. "Thank you for your support."

The principal nodded, his face stern but approving. Naruto then stormed out of the room, his presence leaving a lingering sense of power and authority.

As soon as Naruto left, Ebisu-sensei couldn't contain his indignation. "You can't allow such blatant threatening and manhandling," he said to the principal, his voice rising in pitch and his face flushed with anger. "Who does the boy think he is? He never even became a chunin; he's only where he is because of Daimyo-sama's whims."

The principal silenced the room with a gesture of his hand, his face a mask of stern authority. "What has become of this generation?" he began, his voice heavy with disappointment. "He is fully correct. In our time, if you disrespected a superior, you would be court-martialed. Do you know that? Now, in peacetime after the Arrester Treaty, we have relaxed the system a bit, but that doesn't mean you can say whatever you want. Make no mistake, the boy is powerful. I have seen all three wars, and I can say with full confidence that he has seen war. I don't know how or when, but I am certain he could kill every one of you in this room and walk away with barely a scratch."

Iruka-sensei, his face etched with concern and confusion, protested, "But he's barely what, 13 or 14?"

The principal replied, his tone unyielding, "It's the look of a war veteran who knows what he is speaking about." He stood up, his presence commanding the room. "And you, Milo, watch your tongue next time around your superior. As Lord Danzo said, this is the will of Lord Third. We are no one to question it. I will talk to him and make sure this incident does not put a bad mark on your career, but from tomorrow, you shall be doing community service for a month."

Milo, still pale and visibly shaken, nodded meekly. "Yes, Principal," he stammered, his eyes downcast.

Iruka-sensei, still not satisfied, said, "You are a jonin and part of the council. Why don't you supersede him?" His voice was tinged with frustration and a hint of desperation.

The principal looked at Iruka, his gaze piercing and his expression one of grave seriousness. "This is what I meant. You children have not seen war or been put through intense regimens. Naruto knows this, which is why he did not retaliate or shout at you in front of the civilians. That would have undermined my position since he is under me. If I supersede him, which I can due to my position, it would question the chain of command. What he did is within his powers and justified. I will not supersede but will request a compromise, which I am sure he will consider." With that, the aged principal left the room, his authority unquestioned and his steps heavy with the weight of responsibility.

Flashback Ends.

From that day onward, Konohamaru and his friends knew that the monster was here to stay. Five days after the Milo incident, during a taijutsu training session, Senpai was beating Kiba black and blue for disrespect and not following orders, all under the guise of rigorous taijutsu training. Kiba, who was usually so brash and confident, was reduced to a struggling mess on the ground.

"Come on, Kiba, is that all you've got?" Naruto's voice was cold and unyielding as he delivered another punishing blow. "You call yourself a shinobi? Where's that bravado now?"

Kiba tried to stand, his legs shaking, but another swift kick from Naruto sent him sprawling. The other students watched in horror, unable to do anything but witness the brutal display.

Iruka-sensei, unable to stand by any longer, intervened. "That's enough, Senpai! You're taking this too far!" he shouted, stepping between Naruto and the battered Kiba.

Naruto-sensei paused, his eyes narrowing at Iruka. For a tense moment, it seemed as if Naruto would lash out, but he stepped back, his face returning to its impassive mask. "As you wish, Chunin Iruka," he said coldly, before turning away.

Later, word spread that Iruka-sensei had been put on probation for two weeks, a punishment for his intervention. The principal's decision was swift and clear: disrespecting the chain of command had consequences, even for respected teachers like Iruka.

Over the next month, Naruto pushed his students to their limits. His methods were unorthodox and brutal, but effective. He drilled them on the basics, emphasizing endurance, strength, and discipline above all else.

"Your first lesson," Naruto announced on their second day, "is survival. Out there, no one cares who your parents are or how rich you are. All that matters is if you can stay alive." He set them tasks that seemed impossible, like running ten laps around the academy with weighted vests or holding difficult taijutsu stances for hours on end.

Naruto's taijutsu training was grueling. He had them sparring constantly, honing their combat skills with relentless drills. Sasuke, who usually exuded confidence and superiority, put all those haughty attitudes in the backseat when Naruto-sensei came into the picture. Naruto-sensei didn't hold back, and even the Uchiha prodigy had to push himself to keep up. "You think you're strong, Sasuke?" Naruto taunted during one particularly intense session. "Prove it."

Chakra control exercises were another daily challenge. Naruto made them practice leaf sticking, where they had to keep a leaf adhered to their forehead using only their chakra. "If you can't master this, you have no hope of performing advanced jutsu," he said. The students spent hours concentrating, their faces scrunched in determination, the leaves often fluttering to the ground.

Stealth and evasion were crucial parts of their training. Naruto set traps around the training grounds and made the students navigate through them. "If you get caught, you're out," he told them. "And if you're out, you're dead." The students learned to move silently, their senses heightened, constantly on alert for the next trap or ambush.

Despite their exhaustion and the constant fear of punishment, Konohamaru and his friends began to improve. They could feel themselves getting stronger, faster, more aware. The taijutsu training, while brutal, honed their skills to a fine edge. They learned to take hits and keep moving, to fight back with everything they had.

Naruto's lessons extended beyond physical training. He often spoke of the mental fortitude required to be a shinobi. "The battlefield doesn't just test your body; it tests your mind. You need to be strong here," he said, tapping his temple, "as well as here," he added, pointing to his heart. "True strength comes from within. It's about pushing past your limits, about proving that you have what it takes to be true shinobi."

Sasuke, Shikamaru, Sakura, and even Konohamaru found themselves reflecting on these words during the long, grueling hours of training. They were learning not just to fight but to endure, to strategize, and to never give up.

By the end of the month, the transformation was evident. The students, once unprepared and undisciplined, now moved with a sense of purpose. Their skills had improved, and so had their understanding of what it meant to be a shinobi. But they still hated Naruto Uzumaki to their core, their monster sensei.

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