Konoha Vilge prides itself on being the most powerful of the ninja vilges. Although this "truth" has suffered greatly over the past twenty years.

  It's a bit like watching commercials from twenty years ago.

  The guys watching them along their recorded TV shows on repeat are happy, and you're right there next to them, wondering if they'll have an aneurysm if you reveal the truth.

  Or if they'll kill you with their teeth.

  I was sitting on the swing near the entrance, waiting for the students to all be invited into our usual cssroom.

  Several families were making every effort to point at me, stay as far away from me as possible, keep their children apart from me, and talk to each other in "low voices."

  I'll have to ask what their level of education is, we must not have the same diploma.

  Ahh. This dear vilge, they love me so much...

  All because they can't tell the difference between Kyubi and me.

  He's the fox demon.

  I'm his carrier/jailer.

  It wasn't that complicated, was it?

  Let's simplify.

  If I'm the delivery man bringing a meal to your house and you can't tell the difference between me and the meal in the bag, I'd rather pay the fine and not deliver it to you at all.

  Don't think I'm joking, some of the vilgers have managed to create a perfect vacuum between their ears. Some ninjas too.

  I owe this little problem to my current situation.

  I've been reincarnated in this world, I know the manga and the entire score to come.

  I chose to come to this world during my reincarnation following my many good deeds.

  Okay, I admit, there was only one, I was just an Uber Eats delivery man going from paycheck to paycheck, eating poorly while watching TV shows on my PC.

  But I still created a phone app that tricked YOUR apps into thinking you were actually watching their countless annoying ads.

  You only had to watch four per hour with mine, like in the early time of movies on tv.

  It was a huge hit with people. And you could understand why when you see the options.

  Open access.

  No fees or ads.

  Just the tutorial video.

  On the other hand, the people who wanted to force you to watch an ad for every action every ten seconds on their app didn't like it.

  Believe me.

  Why do you think I was able to benefit from reincarnation while beeing so young ?

  Without Truck-kun or some godlike old being with an overly long beard having to intervene ?

  Yes.

  I was murdered.

  Or according to the final police report, "victim of a random violent assault during an attempted robbery."

  But of course...

  Oh yes, the academy.

  The usual faces were present, future hotties who I hope won't just be good here, being stay-at-home moms or single for life... As well as the boys.

  On the other hand, my retionship with my css was slightly different from that of the eternal "stealthy orange" idiot...

  During my reincarnation, I had to spend almost all the karma points I had to be reincarnated in the Naruto manga.

  I had to use what little I had left to validate the "random" option for the innate abilities given to Isekai users.

  Consequence?

  I find myself almost in Rock Lee's situation.

  Not being able to use jutsus forced me to apply for a special rule in the ninja regutions.

  That is, excel everywhere else. (It had been implemented with Rock Lee, in fact).

  Taijutsu, weapons mastery, history, geography, tactics, indoctrination (long live the Fire Vilge, yes, yes, I love you, I don't want revenge on those who torture a child from birth, and you're not assholes. Not at all), etc.

  It wasn't easy, I can assure you. Especially since being first in these fields had earned me the wrath of many people.

  Sasuboy, of course, with his ego of a two-year-old deprived of his fifteenth dessert. And the Sasugirls because I shamefully "stole" their idol's spot.

  I'd never seen the consequences of this disease, which I only knew about from television, dramas, fanfics, and manga, but the lovebrain is more dangerous to the world than Pain or Madara.

  Yes, I do, I assure you.

  How many people with exceptional futures have been reduced to useless, brainless blobs with a 99% resembnce to a jellyfish have been victims of lovebrains?

  All of them...

  Including the two leading figures of the movement in the css, the daughter of the vilge's head shrink, who apparently hasn't read her cn's lessons on mental illness, and the pink dictionary.

  Not much to say about her, except that at this point in the story she looks like Hermione Granger, but without any practical skills and no volume control.

  Praise be to Kami, I was careful and equipped myself with an incredible weapon.

  Wild guess ?

  Earplugs.

  With mid-length hair for discreet use.

  My next idea was to learn lip reading, which allowed me to fool all but two of the instructors.

  Iruka, always him, and an Aburame.

  But now I'm denouncing that he's cheating. He had deployed his insects in advance in the room to monitor us on the day of a written exam.

  That's it, the others have all passed their exams. Man, I hate this part where the universe forces me to follow the storyline. I was willing to do it too by passing first.

  I would have just taken the opportunity to go get a bite to eat instead of being bored in the cssroom... I don't even need that other idiot to come see me. I know what he's getting at...

  He's not the sharpest knife in the bunch. Still, he's known me for several years and have been participating in wasting my time and wanting to humiliate me as much as possible, in order to satisfy his little hatred of peccadillo and this idiot has the nerve to ask me to perform a jutsu.

  "Do you really want me to expin my entire life story again, from birth to now? Because I don't mind wasting as much of your time as I did before my turn began," I told him.

  "You're mistaken about my intentions, Naruto-kun. I'm just worried about your health and motivation," Mizuki replied.

  "I'm in excellent health. I don't only eat instant noodles, but also consume vegetables, meat, eggs, and fish. My motivation hasn't wavered since I joined the academy." Iruka then interrupted our conversation to intervene.

  "Naruto, your case is special, and that's why I put you after the others."

  I simply observed him without responding or reacting.

  "Although you demonstrate a complete inability to use jutsu, you are the best student in all other disciplines, whether as an individual or in a team.

  Our Hokage and your teachers at the academy have decided to award you your diploma.

  Congratutions."

  He then solemnly handed me my first forehead protector with both hands, bowing his head in greeting.

  I knew he was happy for me, even though I wasn't as dependent on him as the original.

  "Thank you, Sensei." I replied cheerfully. I didn't need to be reserved or calm here. Only one chunin wanted to kill me in this room, and he was now content to remain silent.

  I knew he would have wanted to use my disability to make me repeat a year, but I knew he was smart enough to come up with a pn B and implement it before I could even leave the school grounds.

  My guess proved correct, as I didn't have to wait more than five minutes on the swing before he approached me to reveal a new mission.

  "Naruto."

  "Mizuki Sensei?"

  "How about participating in an individual exam?"

  "An exam after graduation?"

  "Yes, every year, the best student in the css is invited to participate in this secret exam. You're not obligated to do it, especially in your situation, but it would allow you to earn extra points."

  But of course, try tempting me with poitryinut at the same time trying to sting me enough with your insult to motivate me... Luckily for him, I had already pnned to accept.

  "What's the mission, sensei?"

  Three hours ter, after nightfall, I slipped into the Hokage Tower to steal the forbidden scroll.

  It took me no more than ten minutes to emerge, carrying on my back a scroll over four feet long and a good fifty centimeters thick. Heavy, bulky, and not discreet.

  Too bad no one saw me; it was the only anti-theft device that could have hindered me at the moment.

  A few minutes ter, I reached the meeting point with our local idiot traitor. He was there, standing on a tree branch, waiting for me, trying to look proud of my exploit.

  "Ah, ah, ah. Congratutions, Naruto, you impress me. No one has ever managed to complete this mission as quickly as you." He said, joining me on the ground.

  "No problem, Sensei, I just applied the techniques you taught me," I replied, before untying the string holding the scroll closed so he could see its contents. I knew I only had a short time left before Iruka arrived here.

  "Naruto, wait, don't open it... What's this?" He asked, surprised. I stood before him on the floor, holding the rod around which the paper was rolled in my hands to reveal it.

  Thus, showing the world my first work in this category, entitled: "Portrait of a Stupid Traitor, Realizing That a Freshly Graduated Academy Student Is Making Fun of Him."

  P.S.: This portrait's scene reveals a slight spoiler about your future, moron.

  What ? If I can't use jutsus. Why would I bother stealing the real scroll ?

  He could thus see himself painted in a 50cm x 150cm painting, his face and the rest of his body covered in blows and injuries, crying in a cell, saying, like in a manga or a comic, "This fox-child is a demon."

  As for my face, it dispyed the most angelic smile possible and sparkling eyes, like a child giving a Father's Day gift.

  Before Mizuki could react and curse me, Iruka burst in behind me, scolding me.

  "Naruto, what are you doing here?"

  "I capture a traitor and beat him up, sensei, shall we eat at Yakini Q after?"

  I don't know how my request would be insane, but the two chunins present were stunned by it. Good for me.

  For the first time in their life, Iruka and Mizuki were able to witness the benefits my reincarnation in this universe had granted me unfold.

  Throwing the scroll at Iruka to hinder him and prevent him from letting me fight, I rushed into a gust of wind against Mizuki, who was so surprised by my speed that he had difficulty parrying my first attack.

  "I have something else to tell you, traitor-sensei. I've been keeping a small detail about my strengths from the entire vilge," I said, before unching into a series of taijutsu techniques that had nothing to do with those taught at the academy.

  Each of my blows was accompanied by a gust of wind that either tried to push him in a direction of my choosing, or attempted, and sometimes succeeded, in inflicting significant cuts.

  "This is my airbending".

  The next two attacks followed one another, much to my target's dismay. I bent my left arm back at the elbow, causing a burst of air to pull him toward me, directly in the path of my right hand.

  An airbender doesn't need a water balloon to learn how to create a compressed sphere of moving air. Iruka, who had disposed of the scroll by unceremoniously throwing it behind him (a little respect for the artist sensei, please), wanted to separate me from Mizuki before I was killed. But the unfolding of the fight left him speechless.

  Mizuki, for his part, was furious, not only that his pn hadn't worked, that he couldn't frame me as a traitor, but also that he couldn't get the better of me in the miniature storm that accompanied our fight.

  His final attack against me was to use his fuma shuriken (the giant shuriken he carried on his back) like a grinder by spinning it.

  My ball of compressed air slid along the shuriken's spinning bdes, pushing it to the right as it inexorably approached its target, his right arm.

  Which it tore apart entirely, starting with his hand and working it's way up to his shoulder.

  I left him with only a small stump on his upper arm, barely enough to apply a tourniquet so he could be interrogated ter.

  The traitor's scream was interrupted by a blow to the back of the head that knocked him out.

  The ANBU had arrived.