Naruto: Konoha's Kanpu

In the early morning of the next day, Kanpū was feeling refreshed and took Hayate to the Academy.

Although he trained in throwing Ninja Tools for more than two hours last night, he managed to completely master the Ninja Tool Throwing Technique, so Kanpū was in a good mood.

"Big brother, I want to learn kunai throwing."

Hayate suddenly pleaded. The action that Kanpū showed last night really surprised him.

"You want to learn this?"

Kanpū subconsciously wanted to refuse. Not because he is stingy, but because Hayate's talent was limited. Even if he focuses only on Konoha-Style Kenjutsu, he would only be a Tokubetsu Jōnin in the end. If he was distracted by other things, would not it drag him further behind?

But after thinking about it, he felt that it's not right. After all, Hayate has already gone to the Academy. So even if he doesn't teach him, the Academy's teacher will teach him about this in the next semester.

Moreover, throwing Ninja Tool, creating traps, tracking, and anti-tracking are all basic skills that Shinobi must have. Even if it will distract Hayate's focus, he must still master these, otherwise, it will not be possible for him to mix in the Shinobi World.

So, Kanpū nodded: "Yes, but you can only train with kunai made of wood now."

"Okay, I understand!"

Hayate is very excited.

When they arrived at the Academy, the two separated.

Kanpū returned to his class and was blocked by Anko as soon as he entered.

"Kanpū, let's have a picnic after school in the afternoon!" Anko said with a smile.

"Can I not go?" Kanpū asked.

"Yes, you have already paid for it anyway." Anko looked happy.

"Then... I'll go."

Kanpū sighed, mainly because he is reluctant to let his pocket money went to waste.

Also, the Academy is over at 3:30 in the afternoon. He only needs to spend half an hour sending Hayate home, and then he can reunite with Anko and the others.

"Then it's settled!"

Just as Anko was about to turn away, she suddenly looked back at the bruises on Kanpū's face, and asked, "Kanpū, is the injury on your face okay?"

"It's nothing, just a little bruise, it will heal in two days." Kanpū said.

"Then I'm relieved." Anko patted her chest, then hopped and ran away.

'Relieved? What does she mean by that?' Kanpū was suspicious.

Sitting on his seat, Kanpū put his hands on his cheeks, yawned, squinted his eyes and started to doze off.

"Kanpū, Kanpū!!!"

It is unknown how long it has passed, as suddenly, a voice awakened the dazed Kanpū, "How about your homework?"

"Ah? Oh, homework." Kanpū opened his lazy eyes, wiped them, and still didn't regain his senses, "What homework?"

At this time, the one who stood in front of Kanpū to collect the homework was the Futatsu Ito, who worked hard and studied hard at the Academy with the dream of being a chef.

"The experience of throwing Ninja Tools with no less than 500 words!"

Ito slapped a stack of homework books on the table, and gnashed his teeth, "You won't forget it, right? This is the homework that we need to do thanks to you!!"

"Uh..."

The corners of Kanpū's eyes twitched slightly.

He remembered it when he went home last night, but he was "tortured" by his mother and forgot it because he was nervous. After that, he spent more than two hours training throwing Ninja Tools, and couldn't even remember his homework!

"Ha, I remember, I forgot my homework at home!" Kanpū looked annoyed, "Sorry, sorry, that, Fatty-kun, why don't I bring it over tomorrow?"

"Who is fat? I am plump, not fat. I will definitely lose weight when I grow up!" Ito was furious.

"Yes, Fatty-kun will surely become a lightning bolt when he grows up!" Kanpū flattered.

"That's more like it."

Ito snorted and said, "Do you want to hand over the homework or not? Anyway, I will tell sensei truthfully."

"Fatty-kun, don't do this, it's not that I don't do it, I forgot it at home!" Kanpū struggled, "How about this? I will write it now, okay?"

Ito shook his head and said: "No, I'm going to hand it in now, will you hand it in?"

"Thousands of rivers and mountains are always full of love, can you give me a chance?"

"No."

Ito said angrily, "Yesterday, we didn't have homework, but you actually sold us all. We all had to stay at home and do our homework, but you are the, the, the…"

"The culprit?" Kanpū reminded.

"Yes, you are the culprit but didn't write it, Gekkō Kanpū, you are too shameless." Ito bursts into anger.

At this time, everyone in the class had already arrived. And when they heard the voice behind the classroom, they turned their heads and stared at Kanpū expressionlessly, and the atmosphere was slightly solemn.

Kanpū discovered that even Yui, who has the least presence, looked at him at this time, which put a lot of pressure on him.

"Kanpū, are you…really okay?"

Iruka looked at him pitifully, "It took me two hours to finish my homework yesterday."

"Yeah, it took me two and a half hours!"

"Gekkō Kanpū, it's all because of you!"

"But this guy didn't write it, shameless!"

"Beat him!"

Anko raised her right hand and shouted excitedly.

Kanpū looked towards Anko in disbelief. He finally figured it out. The person who instigated everyone to beat him yesterday was Anko!

'No wonder she just said she's relieved, so this fellow is the instigator!'

Kanpū then glared at Anko.

When Anko saw that she was exposed, she hurriedly sat down and showed a smile with two dimples, trying to look cute.

"Sensei is here!"

Ito's eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up the homework books on the table, and then ran to Yu, who is at the door, to report, "Sensei, except for Kanpū, everyone handed in yesterday's homework."

"Eh?"

Yu was stunned, 'If I remembered correctly, was not it Kanpū who reminded me about homework yesterday?'

'This child…'

'What kind of trick is he doing?'

Yu motioned Ito to put the homework books on the podium.

"Kanpū-kun."

Yu walked to the podium and asked earnestly, "Where's your homework?"

Kanpū stood up from his seat, and the students in the class looked back at him one after another, showing an expectant expression of watching a drama.

"Sensei, yesterday, I was, I was beaten up…by someone!"

Kanpū suddenly showed an aggrieved and indignant expression.

At this moment, his classmates in the class looked away with tacit understanding. One or two of them sat upright and did not look sideways, looking steadily forward, of which, Anko was the most solemn.

"You were beaten up?" Yu looked at the bruises on Kanpū's face and frowned, "Who was the one beating you?"

"I was beaten without seeing it clearly."

Kanpū said.

Kanpū deliberately didn't tell the truth, because he knew that the people who beat him would stand up and say good things for him so as to divert Yu's attention.

Sure enough, as soon as Kanpū finished speaking, Anko stood up and looked extremely worried: "Sensei, Kanpū can't do his homework must be because he is beaten up."

"Yeah, sensei, please forgive Kanpū this time."

"Just ask him to submit a supplementary essay today!"

After the false alarm, the 'culprits' in the class immediately spoke out to excuse and plead for Kanpū. Their expressions and tones were very sincere, but they were all scolding angrily in their hearts.

'This bastard Gekkō Kanpū is really scheming!'

'No, I can't bear this grievance. I have to beat him up in the afternoon!'

'Too shameless, Gekkō Kanpū!!'