Although Tatsumi knew that the students in this class had some problems more or less, he didn't expect them to be so abnormal.
Minato signaled Tatsumi with his eyes, "What should we do? Won't there be too many people? It's too conspicuous this way."
"It's okay, the more people there are, the lower the risk of us getting caught. Besides, even if there's punishment afterward, the law doesn't punish everyone."
"At worst, we can push it all onto Uchiha Ryo and the others in the end. Say they were the ones who instigated us. This situation couldn't be better for us," Tatsumi's voice grew softer.
"I see. As expected of Tatsumi. No one can surpass you when it comes to despicable methods."
"Please say it's deep-seated planning."
Next, all they needed was to find a good opportunity to sneak out.
Then throw a smoke bomb and mini exploding tags at the podium…
"—In other words, the burning intensity of Fire Release is linearly related to the amount of chakra. But we can't ignore the area either, the formula here is…"
Uncle Nishimura, who was focused on explaining the question, turned around to face the blackboard and started writing.
Of course, they wouldn't miss this great opportunity when Uncle Nishimura's back was turned to Tatsumi and the others!
To sneak away, everyone's butts were quietly leaving their chairs, and Tatsumi had already taken out the smoke bomb—
"Everyone is forbidden to move!"
"—Hmm!"
In just a short moment, Mr. Nishimura had already noticed and seized the initiative to stop the students' movements.
How is that possible! Did he discover everything?
"You guys… actually wanted to escape from under my nose, you have quite the nerve! Is my class really that unappealing to you? I'm so disappointed. You're truly the worst class of students I've ever taught."
Mr. Nishimura slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on everyone.
He shook the muscles on his body.
Ah! As expected of Uncle Nishimura, a monster surpassing a regular Chunin, he could actually detect everyone's attempt to sneak away just by the vibration of the air.
Who would be the first unlucky person to be sanctioned by Uncle Nishimura?
Just as everyone was anxiously awaiting the impending tragic fate—
"What I'm talking about are all my treasured past Chunin Exam questions."
"Even the 'Five Years of Chunin, Three Years of Simulation' sold on the market, and the 'Eighteen Lectures for Chunin' written by the village's well-known Chunin aren't as comprehensive as mine. You actually want to skip class. If that's the case, you might as well give up your ninja identity early…" Uncle Nishimura sighed deeply.
"The relationship between the villages is becoming increasingly tense. The village is about to be under martial law, and the war might break out when you graduate…"
Uncle Nishimura kept rambling, trying to break everyone's beliefs and make them feel ashamed.
But this trick was useless anymore.
"…It seems like everyone is too idle. I didn't realize you were so bored that you were about to grow grass. It's my fault for making you feel bored."
Huh! Unexpectedly, Mr. Nishimura would actually say something like that.
Strange? Did he plan to let us go just like that?
"Apologizing to you for this kind of thing seems to damage my reputation as a teacher. But since you find it boring, I'll tell you an interesting story, it's time for you to know the cruelty of war…"
A story? It would be great if Uncle Nishimura would tell everyone a story.
"That's right, the story happened in the summer more than ten years ago…"
Uncle Nishimura began to slowly tell his so-called interesting story.
"—At that time, I was a little older than you. I had just graduated from the Ninja Academy. My good friend Might Dai and I went out to perform a mission."
""—Ahhh! No."
Oh no! Some students with weaker mental strength have already been defeated by the extremely depressing verbal violence of Uncle Nishimura!
Having to listen to Uncle Nishimura's Genin memories in this sweltering environment is simply like torture!
"At that time, it was during the First Ninja War. The team leader Jonin went to perform a mission, and there was a lack of manpower. The two of us Genin went to perform a C-level escort mission—protecting a girl."
"Who knew that during the mission, a Chunin from the Land of Lightning came to disrupt the mission and wanted to capture that girl. The opponent was a two-meter-tall strong man named Yotsuki Ryuto, said to be the younger brother of the current Third Raikage."
"The thickness of his wrist was about the same as some girls' waistlines. But my good friend Dai and I wouldn't give up!"
"At that time, the two of us, me at 1.78 meters tall and Dai, relied on our diligently trained bodies and unparalleled taijutsu to confront that Chunin head-on, in a head-to-head manner, in a manly way…"
"At that time, the air was filled with the scent of youth. The three of us, rubbing, touching, panting, separating, again and again."
"The three of us big men,
In the Land of Fire,
Because of a woman,
Fought to the death."
"Stop talking! Please, let me go!"
"My head! My head hurts!"
Uncle Nishimura's verbal violence seemed to contain genjutsu. Like the sound of fingernails scratching a blackboard or glass, it pushed the mental state of the classmates to the point of collapse. This power was almost the same as an S-rank ninjutsu.
"—But, that guy is a Chunin after all. His taijutsu wasn't bad. As soon as he rushed over, he grabbed my hand and planned to use the taijutsu secret technique—wrist reverse cross lock."
"But how could he win against the proud biceps that Dai and I polished day and night. Even though we were covered in sweat and panting, we still didn't give up and resisted with all our might."
"Realizing our strength, the opponent directly used a big move this time. He used a Mount Tai pressure, his body pressing down on the top of my head."
"That thick chest hair was tightly pressed against my face, using the head explosion technique. At that time, I was only one millimeter away from the god of death…"
"No, please don't say it anymore! I don't want to close my eyes, if I close my eyes I won't wake up! But, those ugly images are deeply imprinted in my mind, making me unable to avoid them!" Uchiha Ryo shouted and fainted.
It seemed that this trick was more harmful to people with rich imaginations.
"Ryo! Ryo can't get up! Hey, boss, cheer up!" Ryo's follower Uchiha Feng was calling out loudly.
"Get out of the way, I'm giving Ryo artificial respiration," Uchiha Feng shouted.
"Air! I need fresh and cool air!"
In this hellish scene, everyone endured Uncle Nishimura's mental torment.
Next to him, Nawaki first foamed at the mouth, then plugged his ears, rolled his eyes, and stared at Mr. Nishimura with a desperate expression.
Tatsumi was about to endure it, but he saw Mr. Nishimura's terrifying eyes.
The other party seemed to already know that he was the one who instigated everyone to skip class.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. However, judging from the current situation, that chill could be said to have saved his life.
"Bang." Kushina in front finally woke up.
Kushina, who had just woken up, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.
She looked at the tragic situation in the classroom with sleepy eyes.
"What happened?"
"..."
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