Naruto: Konoha’s Trickster, Starting as the Seven-Tails Jinchūriki Chapter 12: The Origin of Konoha’s White Fang

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See? A little trickery brings sweet rewards from these future Konoha's prodigies!

In stark contrast, Kakashi looked like he was battling a serious case of constipation. After all, the sheer "rainbow-like" beauty of the mask was... well, a bit much to handle.

anwhile, Obito, who had finally recovered after being hit by Kazuyama's infamous One Thousand Years of Death, stood up while clutching his buttocks. His face was flushed bright red, clearly reflecting his pain.

anwhile, Obito, who had finally managed to recover after falling victim to Kazuyama's infamous One Thousand Years of Death, staggered to his feet, clutching his backside like his life depended on it. His face was as red as a ripe tomato, radiating both pain and humiliation.

"Are you really our Sensei? How dare you pull a stunt like that!" Obito shouted, his voice a mix of outrage and disbelief.

"This is outrageous! This kind of sneak attack... this kind of tactic!"

Tears were welling up in his eyes, as if he were on the verge of crying. The tactic truly felt despicable to him.

Kazuyama grinned mischievously. "What's wrong with this technique?"

He crossed his arms confidently. "Let tell you, my One Thousand Years of Death is the ultimate technique of the White Fang."

The class fell silent. Curiosity flickered in everyone's eyes, including Kakashi's. As the son of the legendary White Fang, even he was intrigued. His father had always avoided explaining the origin of his title, rely laughing it off whenever Kakashi asked.

"It's because of the devastating lethality of One Thousand Years of Death that Sakumo Hatake is called the White Fang of Konoha."

The students were left utterly dumbfounded. Obito especially couldn't believe that such a distinguished title could co from a skill so absurd.

Kazuyama struggled to hold back his laughter. The sight of the future big boss looking so utterly flabbergasted was just too good to pass up. Of course, he had no intention of taking Obito out while he was still young. Knowing Madara's temperant, even without Obito, any random Uchiha would probably step in to fill the gap. Besides, in the end, Naruto would inevitably find a way to fix the chaos anyway.

"Hey, kids," Kazuyama said sharply, snapping everyone back to reality. "You can't afford to relax for even a second in my class. The enemies out there won't give you a chance to catch your breath."

Then he clapped his hands. "Everyone, start hiding! Use the Ninja Academy as the center. You have five minutes!"

The goal was clear: hide as effectively as possible. While verbal instructions might suffice, Kazuyama knew direct action was far more effective.

Without hesitation, the students sprang into motion, scattering in all directions as the tir began.

When the five minutes were up, Kazuyama began looking for the students.

"Chōi, lend your bug eyes, will you? I don't want to waste ti looking for them myself."

There was no response.

"Chōi, are you there?"

Finally, the voice of the Seven-Tails rang out, dripping with mockery.

"Kazuyama boy, are you really shaless enough to use my power to bully a bunch of kids?"

"Sha? Never heard of it. Can you eat it?" Kazuyama replied without missing a beat.

"Fine, I'll lend it to you. I'll just focus my chakra into your eyes. Let's see how you ss with those kids! Hahaha, I've gotta admit, I kind of enjoy watching you do that!"

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." In just a few days, even the Seven-Tails, Chōi, had been completely won over by Kazuyama's antics.

Hive Mind is a unique ability of the Seven-Tails, Chōi. Insects typically possess compound eyes, but Chōi takes it to another level, with even more of them.

As an insect-based Tailed Beast, Chōi's Hive Mind is incredibly advanced, complete with built-in thermal imaging. Pretty scary, huh?

Thanks to this skill, the class's first hide-and-seek trial was over in just three minutes. In that short ti, Kazuyama managed to track down every single student and drag them back to the classroom.

When Kakashi, the last to be caught, was brought back, the class was in shock.

"That fast? I thought Kakashi would last longer," soone remarked.

"Let's just say Sensei Kazuyama is way too strong," another chid in.

Even Kakashi couldn't figure out what had happened. He had transford into a rock with the Transformation Technique and thought he was perfectly hidden. Yet, Kazuyama sohow kicked him out of his disguise and dragged him back by his left leg.

"I'm so disappointed. A whole class, and none of you could last even five minutes?" Kazuyama scolded, shaking his head. Then his eyes landed on Obito. "And you, Obito. If you're going to try tricking with the Transformation Technique, at least pick sothing believable. A toad over a ter tall? Seriously?"

The classroom erupted in laughter, except for Obito, who teared up. He'd thought a toad would work but hadn't anticipated such a glaring mistake in his transformation.

"Kakashi, I don't even need to ntion how clever you thought you were," Kazuyama continued. "Turning into a rock wasn't bad. But have you ever seen a lone rock just sitting out in the open? Where's your common sense?"

The sensei clapped his hands sharply. "Everyone! Take out your textbooks and write the word Concealnt 500 tis!"

Kakashi: ??

Obito: ?

Rin: ?

The entire class: ?

At the sa ti, in the Hokage's Office.

"Hahahaha! This kid, making the children copy books and write the word concealnt—how amusing!" Hiruzen laughed heartily, watching the classroom scene through the crystal ball, his amusent so intense he nearly fell over.

Standing behind him was a man with striking white hair—none other than Konoha's White Fang, Sakumo Hatake. A faint smile lingered on Sakumo's face as he observed the Hokage's reaction.

"Sakumo," Hiruzen suddenly remarked, "is it true that your title, White Fang, cos from the One Thousand Years of Death?"

The unexpected comnt left Sakumo montarily embarrassed, but after a slight pause, he nodded.

"Back on the battlefield of the Land of Hot Water, the shinobi of Yugakure wouldn't stop provoking us," Sakumo began. "I decided to give them a little punishnt, so I invented the One Thousand Years of Death. After that, they were so terrified of it that they spread the story far and wide. Over ti, the na stuck."

Hiruzen burst into even more exaggerated laughter upon hearing this, clutching his sides.

anwhile, Sakumo's thoughts turned to Kazuyama Gekkō. He was deeply impressed by the young teacher's abilities—not just because he managed to find the hiding spots of dozens of children within three minutes, but by how effortlessly he did so. Sakumo could achieve the sa feat himself, but it certainly wouldn't look as casual.

It seed Lord Hokage's praise was well-deserved. This kid was undoubtedly a prodigy when it ca to concealnt.

...

Ever since Kazuyama beca a teacher, the lives of his students had truly turned into a nightmare. Every class felt the looming dread of his presence. He caused chaos daily, either by using the Transparent Escape Technique to suddenly appear and startle his students or by employing sneaky tricks during concealnt practice.

This year's class had many familiar faces. For instance, there was Genma Shiranui, always chewing on a large toothpick, and Might Guy, an old acquaintance of his. Unsurprisingly, Kazuyama earned a new nickna at the Ninja Academy: Demon King.

Thanks to his daily antics and relentless tornting of the students, Kazuyama's abilities continued to grow steadily. His attributes had seen comprehensive, albeit slight, improvent. These days of mischief persisted for nearly a year until the ti for the annual graduation season finally arrived.

Kazuyama scanned the list of candidates applying for graduation, his eyes stopping on the bold na at the top—Kakashi. A faint smile played on his lips. Trying to graduate, huh? Did he get permission from the Demon King himself?

Just as Kazuyama was preparing to personally oversee the assessnt, an urgent mission arrived, forcing him to set aside his plans.