Chapter 17 - Visit To The Ninja Academy
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Mi Blade smirked, his mischievous side coming out to play.
“Well, little Kakashi, I guess it’s time to call out some recruits!” He rubbed his hands together like a villain in a cartoon, ready to unleash his grand scheme.
“What do you mean by that?” Kakashi asked, his curiosity piqued despite himself.
“Watch and learn, my young apprentice,” Mi Blade declared dramatically, channeling his inner ninja overlord.
“The legendary Mi Blade has arrived! And I bring with me... a day of freedom!”Kakashi stood back, arms crossed, a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face.
“ Are you trying to get us in trouble?” Kakashi asked.
Mi Blade just shrugged, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Trouble is my middle name! But don’t worry, I’ll take full responsibility—unless we get caught, in which case it was all your idea!”
“Well, if we’re getting in trouble, at least it’ll be fun,” he finally admitted, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile.
Outside the Ninja Academy classroom, Kakashi and Mi Blade were sneaking around like two bumbling spies on a top-secret mission, peeking through the window with all the subtlety of a ninja clown car that just rolled up to a serious meeting.
Inside, Sarutobi Asuma was busy doing his best impression of a love-struck puppy, staring dreamily at the red-haired Kurenai.
He leaned forward, gesturing with exaggerated flair as he attempted to "humble-brag" his way into her heart. “Oh, Kurenai, you know, I just happen to be the best at tracking... and other things too!”
Meanwhile, Obito sat nearby, fidgeting like a kid who had just eaten too much candy, probably brainstorming a hundred ways to make this day even more awkward for himself.
“Why do I keep saying stupid things?” he muttered under his breath, looking like he wished he could vanish into thin air.
Then there was Guy—Emperor Guy, mind you—locked in a fierce battle with a math problem that he treated like it was a life-or-death jutsu.
He scribbled furiously, his brow furrowed with determination as if solving for X could unlock the secrets of the universe. “I will not be defeated by this mathematical monstrosity!” he proclaimed, flexing his muscles for added emphasis.
In the corner, Yamashiro Aoba, Shiranui Genma, and the ever-diligent Ebisu were doing their best to look like model students. They scribbled down notes and nodded along like they understood any of it, each sporting an expression that said, "I have no idea what's happening, but I'm here for the snacks."
In a classroom full of ninjas trying to outdo each other, the ordinary kids were sweating over their shuriken practice, while the rich-kid “young masters” were more concerned with their love lives than throwing stars.
“It’s so unfair! I can’t focus on my kunai skills when there’s love in the air!” one of them lamented dramatically.
Mi Blade chuckled, a mischievous grin creeping across his face. “This is too easy,” he declared, his eyes glinting with the thrill of impending chaos.
With a sly grin, Mi Blade performed a Transformation Jutsu.
Poof!
When the smoke cleared, there stood the Third Hokage himself, royal robes and all, looking as legit as a ninja-version of a prankster king. He even sported a goofy smile that screamed
“I’m totally here to cause some mischief!”
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Kakashi’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“Are you serious?! You’re pretending to be the Hokage just to help your friends skip class? Even for you, that’s next-level insanity!” he exclaimed, half-laughing and half-worrying about what would happen if anyone figured it out.
But Mi Blade was already striding confidently toward the classroom door, unfazed by the ethical dilemma of impersonating the village leader.
He swung the door open, and the room fell into stunned silence as everyone stared at “Hokage-sama,” wide-eyed and slack-jawed, wondering why on earth the leader of the village had just shown up to their class.
“What brings me here, my loyal students?” Mi Blade bellowed, striking a pose that would put a drama queen to shame.
“I demand to know who among you is prepared to lead the next generation of ninjas to glory… or at least to snack time!”
The class erupted into chaos, with students scrambling to hide their snacks and feign respect as they tried to make sense of the situation.
Only Asuma, perched in his best “teacher’s pet” pose, looked extra calm, nodding along like he was the perfect student trying to earn bonus points.
He leaned back, flashing a confident smirk in Kurenai’s direction, mentally patting himself on the back. “Finally, some recognition,” he thought, convinced that this was his moment to shine.
“Hokage-sama!”
the students shouted in unison, their voices a cacophony of surprise and excitement as they tried to comprehend the sudden appearance of their village leader.
The young Chunin teacher, trembling in the corner, looked like a deer caught in headlights, unsure whether they were about to be fired, promoted, or sucked into a portal to the afterlife.
“Hokage-sama!”
the Chunin squeaked nervously, his voice cracking like a poorly tuned string instrument.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Mi Blade, fully embracing his Hokage persona, shook his head sagely, adopting the classic pose of a wise old sensei from a low-budget martial arts flick—complete with the overly dramatic hand gestures. “
No, no, you’re doing great. But remember, students need a little balance—work hard, play hard, right? I’m free today, so I’ll take them outside and teach them a ‘lesson.’”
He winked, which looked hilariously out of place on the Third Hokage’s wrinkly face, like a grandparent trying to be hip.
The Chunin nearly cried from relief.
“Of course, Hokage-sama! You heard him, class! Grab your stuff, and make sure you listen to Hokage-sama. No fooling around!”
He was practically on the verge of a nervous breakdown but trying to hold it together like a jutsu instructor on exam day.
“Yes!”
the students cheered, practically bouncing out of their seats like a bunch of rubber balls set free, ready to turn the rest of the day into a fun-filled field trip led by “Hokage-sama” himself.
It was the kind of chaos usually reserved for end-of-year parties or when someone accidentally triggered a smoke bomb in the classroom.
Mi Blade, still in disguise and feeling like the king of the world, gave Kakashi a quick nod. Kakashi, who had been on the verge of a heart attack at this point, just facepalmed, shaking his head in disbelief.
“What am I getting dragged into?” he thought, silently preparing for the chaos that was sure to follow.
Only Asuma remained seated, arms crossed, staring suspiciously at “his father.” He squinted, trying to piece together the puzzle.
“Wait a second...” Asuma muttered, a look of realization creeping across his face. “Something's off. My old man doesn’t smile that much…”
But before Asuma could call him out, Mi Blade had already ushered the entire class outside, grinning from ear to ear at how flawlessly his prank was going. He felt like a ninja mastermind, orchestrating the world’s silliest heist—stealing a bunch of kids from boring lessons to turn them into his little ninja army of fun.
“This is going to be epic!” he thought, envisioning a day filled with chaos, laughter, and maybe a few accidental jutsus thrown in for good measure.
The “Hokage” led the excited students out of the academy like a field trip gone terribly wrong, with everyone buzzing with anticipation and a hint of chaos.
They trailed behind, chattering away, completely oblivious to the impending disaster—until suddenly, the “Hokage” stopped dead in his tracks, locking eyes with none other than Asuma.
Asuma froze in place, his heart racing like it was auditioning for a ninja movie soundtrack. The “Hokage” stared him down, a bizarre mix of authority and… was that joy?
No way! Not in a million years.
Asuma's internal monologue was a mess of panic. Have I done anything recently that could get me in trouble? Was it the kunai incident last week? Oh no, please tell me he didn’t find out about the rubber chicken prank!
"I..." Asuma stammered, bracing himself for the impending scolding that felt like a rainstorm on a sunny day.
The other students stood still, wide-eyed and nervous, like they were witnessing the epic showdown of a father-son moment that could end with a dramatic speech or a comedic catastrophe.
Some kids were biting their lips to suppress laughter, while others whispered about whether they’d just witnessed the end of Asuma’s career before it had even really begun.
Then, completely out of left field, "Hokage-sama" leaned forward, an odd twinkle in his eye as he said, .
“Call me father.”
Asuma blinked, his brain scrambling to catch up. “Excuse me, what?”
“Go on, call me father!”
the “Hokage” urged, arms open wide as if he was about to present Asuma with a lifetime achievement award or perhaps a gigantic trophy filled with ramen.
“Father…?!”
Asuma croaked out, utterly confused, his mind racing to comprehend the absurdity of the situation.
“That’s my boy!” the “Hokage” suddenly swooped in and hugged Asuma with all the enthusiasm of a long-lost soap opera character, the kind who runs into a long-forgotten love and cries tears of joy.
“WHAT IN THE WORLD—GET OFF ME!” Asuma screeched, squirming in disbelief.
“This isn’t my dad!”
“I am your father, my dear son!”
The “Hokage” hugged him tighter, as if Asuma were a teddy bear he hadn’t seen in years and just had to squeeze the stuffing out of.
Asuma’s brain short-circuited in pure panic.
“NOPE. NOT HAPPENING. SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, HELP!”
He felt like he was stuck in the weirdest alternate reality where the Hokage was a dramatic family member and he was trapped in a bizarre sitcom.
The other students gasped in horror and intrigue. Was this an impostor? In Konoha?!
Who had the audacity to impersonate the Hokage? Was it a ninja prank gone horribly awry, or the start of a new reality show:
“Who Wants to Be the Real Hokage?”
“I’ve got this!”
yelled Obito, always ready to jump into chaos with the confidence of a superhero in a low-budget film. He charged up an attack with all the seriousness of a ninja about to engage in an epic battle:
“Thousand Years of Death!”
Before anyone could stop him, Obito launched himself at the “Hokage” and jabbed with precision, aiming for a swift rescue operation.
The moment hung in the air, and the entire classroom held its breath, wondering if this would end in a heroic save or a comedic disaster of epic proportions.
“OWWWW!” Mi Blade—still in disguise—yelled as the prank took a painful turn, sending him flailing around like a fish out of water. It was a spectacle worthy of its own blooper reel.
Kakashi, who had been watching from the sidelines with all the enthusiasm of someone waiting for a microwave to finish, groaned.
“Seriously, Obito? Again? We’re ninjas, not circus performers!”
Kakashi casually strolled over to the downed “Hokage,” who was still writhing on the ground, and with a quick hand gesture that screamed,
“I’ve seen this too many times,”
the transformation jutsu vanished. Mi Blade stood there, rubbing his sore behind like he’d just been through a ninja training session gone wrong.