Naruto: Konoha's Kanpu

The final result of the way Yu handles Kanpū's failing to do his homework was to ask him to submit an essay today. As for Kanpū's beating…

Yu is not stupid, how could he not see that the one who beat Kanpū was the student in the class who was begging for him?

'Although Kanpū has poor grades, his EQ is still quite high.'

Kajima thought so in his heart, and then said, "Then, let's start the class! Today, I will talk about the principle of creating trap!"

"Iruka, is Fatty's dream really to be a chef?" Kanpū, who had escaped the catastrophe, asked Iruka next to him in a low voice while pretending to be listening to the class seriously.

Iruka said: "Fatty… Cough, Ito-san's family owns a sushi restaurant. He grew up in a sushi restaurant since he was a child and he aspire to become the best sushi chef in the village."

Kanpū was puzzled: "Then why does sensei seem to value him very much? Does he love sushi?"

"No, it's because of Fatty… Ito-san's theoretical knowledge is the best in our class" Iruka covered his forehead and said helplessly, "Kanpū, please don't give Fa… Ito-san a messy nickname."

Kanpū squinted his eyes and looked at him: "It's obvious that you like calling him that too."

"I didn't!" Iruka fly into a rage out of humiliation, after all, he is a principled person!

At this moment, the person sitting in the front of Iruka suddenly threw a small note backwards.

Iruka was startled, picked up the small note and opened it. A wonderful expression suddenly appeared on his face, and then he followed suit, squinting at Kanpū.

"What?" Kanpū instantly felt a strong malice coming from Iruka.

"For you." Iruka handed over the small note.

Kanpū was dumbfounded: 'What does this mean? Am I being confessed?'

Kanpū opened the small note silently, and it read: "Gekkō Kanpū, don't run in the afternoon training session!!!"

"Eh?"

Kanpū raised his brows, 'These three exclamation marks didn't look like they wanted to confess.'

Then, the person sitting in front of him also dropped a small note.

Kanpū subconsciously took it and opened it: 'Gekkō Kanpū, get ready for the afternoon!!'

There are three black lines oozing out of Kanpū's forehead: 'Which bastard wrote this thing?'

But before he could lock on the "suspect", one small note after another were passed from all directions, plus the first two, there's a total of fourteen!

It must be known that their entire class is only composed of 30 people!

Kanpū looked at it one by one, and all are trying to mess with him.

Kanpū covered his head, and felt his heart was so tired.

"Kanpū, are you okay?"

Iruka held back a smile and asked with a pretended concern, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

"I just want to be a low-profile handsome man, why is it so difficult?"

Kanpū held his cheeks with both hands, secretly glad that he had mastered the Ninja Tools Throwing Technique last night, otherwise, he would have to be beaten up again this afternoon.

'But…'

'This group of bronzes are really stubborn. Okay, today, this big brother Kanpū will teach you all the principles of life, so that you will be grateful to me when you come out to the society in the future.'

'But there is one more problem.'

'With my Ninja Tools Throwing Technique suddenly improved so much, will Yu-sensei be suspicious?'

Kanpū thought about it for a while, 'No, I have to write the essay and hand it over. It's best to let Yu-sensei 'see' my talent in throwing Ninja Tools!'

Thinking of this, Kanpū immediately pulled out a workbook from the drawer, only to find that he did not bring a pen, so he hurriedly borrowed one from Iruka.

On the podium, Yu eloquently explained the knowledge points of creating trap, and below, Kanpū eloquently wrote the experience of throwing Ninja Tools.

For Kanpū, who has fully mastered the throwing Ninja Tools, writing a 500-word essay is a piece of cake.

In less than forty minutes, Kanpū completed his essay.

Waiting for the break between classes, Kanpū immediately went to Kashima with the essay.

Yu read it immediately, and then showed a stunned expression. Then, he did not hesitate to praise him: "Kanpū, I didn't expect you to have such a deep experience in throwing Ninja Tools!"

Kanpū said modestly: "It's all because sensei taught me well."

"No matter how good the teacher is, it's useless if you don't listen."

What Yu means is, Kanpū's can write down his essay so quickly can only mean… He didn't listen to his lectures at all when he was in class, but was immersed in writing his essay!

Kanpū showed an embarrassed smile.

"Okay, let's go back."

Yu didn't say much, and just waved Kanpū back to the classroom.

Back in the classroom, Kanpū found that everything in the class was normal, but thinking of the fourteen small notes on his desk, Kanpū smiled silently, thinking to eat more food at lunch today, so that he would have the strength to beat people.

In the next few theoretical classes, not only Kanpū didn't want to listen, but half of the people in the class were also absent-minded, silently waiting for the time to pass.

Finally!

"Okay, the morning class is over. You can leave the class now."

Yu looked at the students who were about to move below, and couldn't help but reminded, "Students, the actual combat training class in the afternoon is guided by the head teacher of Class 1, Hiramatsu Taishi. I want everyone to be serious, and don't mess with the sensei, understand?"

"Yes!"

The group of bronzes shouted emotionally.

Yu shook his head and turned to leave the classroom.

As soon as he left, the class suddenly became active.

Anko immediately took her bento and ran to the last row.

"Kanpū, you are finished. Form my latest information, in the training session in the afternoon, you will face more than a dozen opponents, it is very serious!" Anko worked hard to make a solemn expression.

"Don't worry."

Kanpū took out his own sushi bento and hummed, "I am the strongest!"

"Eh? Sushi!"

When Anko saw the contents of Kanpū's bento, she exclaimed in surprise, "Kanpū, don't you eat onigiri anymore?"

Hearing this, Kanpū's face darkened. He pointed to the seaweed and sesame sushi in the bento, and asked: "Anko, is this sushi different from onigiri?"

"Of course there is a difference!"

Suddenly, an excited voice came over. It was Ito who worked hard and studied hard at the Academy with the dream of being a chef.

"How can onigiri be compared to sushi on equal terms?"

Ito said with a displeased expression, "Sushi can be divided into box sushi, rolled sushi, large roll, thin roll, hand roll, inner roll …"

While speaking, Ito has come to Kanpū's table and saw the seaweed and sesame sushi in his bento box.

"This…this is not sushi!"

Ito was furious, "Sushi is not like this, you are being lazy, you have sullied sushi. The sushi produced in this way has…"

"No soul?" Kanpū reminded him.

"Yes, such sushi has no soul at all!" Ito was very emotional.

Kanpū was a little baffled and looked at Iruka: "What's wrong with him?"

"Kanpū, I told you before, Fatty's family… Cough, Ito-san's family makes sushi." Iruka whispered.

"I see."

Kanpū looked down at the seaweed and sesame sushi in the bento box, and vaguely understood.

Sushi is probably sacred and inviolable in Ito's heart. It is a belief and a dream that he pursues for a lifetime. And these sushi made by Keiko… Not to mention anything, even Kanpū himself felt wronged.

"Anyway!"

Ito glared at Kanpū and said, "Gekkō Kanpū, for the actual combat training in the afternoon, be ready!"