Konoha was celebrating a major milestone: 60 years of existence.

This year was special - it marked the year that Ashura and Indra's lives would take a significant turn, and it was the same year that set the story of Naruto in motion in Hayashi's past life.

Hayashi wore a kimono in his residence, clutching a notebook as he gazed out the window.

His eyes were filled with nostalgia as he watched a small figure scribbling on the Hokage Rock.

What he didn't realize was that he had already spent seven years in this new world.

It was a rare day off from training, and he had even told Hinata not to visit. But he wasn't just taking a break - he was preparing for the future.

As he opened his notebook, he revealed pages filled with foreign characters that made no sense in this world.

He had written down these vital notes because he needed a way to remember them - his memory wasn't perfect, after all.

In fact, he had made it a habit to jot down important details periodically, a habit he had developed since he came to this world.

Seven years had passed, and Hayashi had forgotten many of the plot details.

Even the names of minor characters, like the Sound Four involved in the Konoha Crush, had slipped his mind.

Luckily, he had seen this coming.

As he reviewed his notes, he refreshed his memory on the upcoming events.

"In March, the new generation graduates and engages in survival drills," he read aloud to himself.

He flipped to the next page. "In May, Team 7 undertakes about 3 or 4 D-level tasks, followed by the plot involving the Land of Waves."

He continued to read, his eyes scanning the pages. "On June 23, Team 7, 8, and 9 will accumulate eight tasks to qualify for registration in the Chunin Exam. The exam begins on July 1st."

"Following three rounds, there will be a month of training, culminating in the Konoha Crush, Itachi's return to the village, the search for Tsunade, and the battle of the Sannin..."

Hayashi pored over his notes, carefully considering the future trajectory of the seventh class.

As he read, forgotten memories began to resurface, and images he had long buried started to reappear.

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He spent the entire morning engrossed in his notes, finally finishing up when his shadow clone returned from school.

After dismissing the clone, Hayashi received the day's memories.

He recalled how Iruka had decided to conduct a transformation technique exam for the entire class, thanks to Naruto's antics.

This meant that tomorrow would be the graduation assessment.

He remembered the moment when Naruto failed the clone technique, which led to Mizuki's manipulation and the theft of the sealed book.

This event also revealed his identity as the jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails

It was a crucial moment in Naruto's life, marking his first true recognition and successful graduation.

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As Hayashi closed his notes, he set them aside and reached for Shigure Kintoki, his trusty sword.

With a deep breath, he stood up, ready to tackle the day's tasks.

As he drew his sword, the ordinary bamboo transformed into a razor-sharp blade.

He sliced through the air with a smooth, practiced motion. The silence was unbroken, as if the sword had cut through nothing at all, not even air itself.

In this state, the world came alive around him. Every detail was vivid, every sense heightened.

The gentle hum of the Breath of All Things, a presence that had grown stronger over the years, was now a constant in his mind.

He could hear the subtle rhythms of the world, the soft whispers of life itself, more clearly than ever before.

The energy of the world coursed through his veins like a river of fire, pulsing with power.

As dusk settled in, Hayashi finished his tasks for the day.

After a refreshing shower, he was about to head out for dinner when Hinata suddenly appeared in the living room, a bento box in hand.

Despite his instructions to stay away today, she had somehow managed to slip into his kitchen unnoticed.

"Hayashi, have you eaten yet?" she asked with concern.

His lips curved into a faint smile. "Not yet," he replied.

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Two years had passed, and the girl had blossomed into the confident girl.

Her once-timid demeanor had given way to a strong and self-assured presence, similar to her Shippuden self.

Her waist-length lilac hair framed her face, and her eyes shone with confidence.

Dressed in a crisp white windbreaker and trousers, she looked like a model student, neat and put-together.

Her lavender-white eyes, soft and thoughtful, held a deep care for Hayashi, easing his loneliness on the arduous path towards strength.

Unbeknownst to him, this girl had quietly captured his heart over the course of six years.

And in return, he had done the same, though neither of them dared to acknowledge it.

As they sat down to enjoy the bento Hinata had prepared, they chatted lightly about the Transformation Technique test scheduled for that day.

He couldn't resist teasing her with the reverse harem technique, playfully flirting with the gentle and lovely girl.

Her face flushed with warmth, and the atmosphere between them grew awkward, though not unpleasantly so.

After finishing their meal, Hayashi and Hinata chatted for a while longer, enjoying each other's company.

Eventually, he walked her out of the house, accompanying her back to the Hyuga family mansion.

However, he refrained from seeing her all the way to the door.

Their relationship hovered delicately between friendship and something more, and he was wary of revealing too much of his strength to Konoha, given his uncertain status.

The love between a commoner and a princess from a prestigious family was like a fairy tale - full of obstacles and hardships.

Even if Hinata defied her father's expectations, her royal status wouldn't change.

Once he saw her safely inside the mansion, Hayashi headed back home, lost in thought.

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Back in his room, he settled against the headboard of his bed, reading through his notes by the soft light.

As night fell, the surrounding houses dimmed their lights, and he finally closed his notebook, rubbing his tired eyes.

He lay down to rest, feeling his eyelids grow heavy as sleep took over.

In his dream, he became a man with eagle-like eyes, clashing in a fierce duel against a red-haired adversary of similar age.