Naruto, my father's name is Uchiha Madara.

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When he threw his classmate off the mat for the third time during taijutsu practice, the proctoring chunin looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"Naruto Uzumaki wins," Iruka announced with difficulty. "Next group..."

Naruto glanced at the report card, his heart brimming with joy.

He executed Ban's instructions perfectly—above the passing grade, but not to the point of being outrageous.

Even in the most rigorous shuriken test, he "just happened" to be hit by one less shuriken than Sasuke.

"Well done." Madara rarely gave such praise. "Now, let's move on to the chakra testing. Remember..."

"Just one-tenth of the amount!" Naruto cheered inwardly. "Dad, you're being so nagging today!"

Madara's chakra threateningly squeezed Naruto's stomach, eliciting a small groan of pain.

This gesture has become their secret code over the past three years.

When Naruto gets carried away, Madara uses this method to remind him to stay vigilant.

The chakra test was conducted on the playground.

The children lined up to inject chakra into special test strips, and their properties were determined by the reaction.

Naruto stood at the end of the line, watching the flames, mist, and lightning that lit up in front of him one after another.

"Dad, what attribute do I have?" he asked in a low voice.

"Theoretically, the Uzumaki clan is suited for sealing techniques, but..." Madara's voice suddenly paused, "Wait, that silver-haired Jonin..."

Naruto followed Madara's senses and looked in that direction.

Under the shade of trees at the edge of the playground, Kakashi Hatake, wearing a mask, was lazily flipping through a yellow book.

However, the exposed eye was clearly staring at the testing site.

"It's the head of the ANBU who's been monitoring me!" Naruto immediately recognized the figure who had been elusive for the past three years.

"Calm down." Madara's chakra stabilized Naruto's emotions. "Proceed according to plan."

When it was Naruto's turn, he deliberately let his chakra surge wildly through his fingertips. The test strip first became wet, and then broke in two.

"Uh... a combination of wind and water?" The proctoring ninja noted in confusion, "Potential rating... B?"

Kakashi closed his book under the tree.

As school let out, Naruto skipped and hopped across the shopping street.

His schoolbag contained brand-new textbooks, and his pocket held the ninja number he had just received.

012607.

"Teacher Iruka said he'll start teaching the Transformation Technique next week!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I've wanted to learn this for so long!"

Ban did not respond.

He has been unusually silent since the chakra test.

"Dad?" Naruto stopped in his tracks. "Are you angry? I was being very obedient..."

“It’s not your fault.” Madara’s voice was unusually serious. “That Kakashi Hatake… he saw through it.”

Naruto felt a chill run down his spine: "What did you see?"

"Your chakra control."

Madara's chakra formed a defensive stance within Naruto's body. "He deliberately used Lightning Release chakra to stimulate the test strip, inducing your instinctive defense... Although you stopped in time, that momentary precision couldn't escape the Sharingan's observation."

Naruto stood frozen at the entrance of the ramen shop, the aroma suddenly becoming tasteless.

Three years of caution, are we really going to ruin it on the very first day...?

“Don’t panic.” Madara’s voice calmed down. “He’ll just think you’re exceptionally talented and won’t connect it to anything else for now. However…”

A hint of fighting spirit emanated from his chakra: "We need to prepare for battle."

The Nine-Tails chuckled from deep within the seal: "Finally, they're getting serious? I've been waiting for three years."

Naruto rubbed his stomach, then suddenly grinned, "What's there to be afraid of! I have two of the strongest dads!"

"Idiot," Madara said softly, gently ruffling Naruto's hair with chakra. "Go eat your ramen."

As night fell, the Third Hokage's office lights were still on.

The crystal ball displayed the test video from the daytime, frozen at the moment Naruto's chakra test strip reacted.

"What do you think?" the Third Hokage asked the silver-haired Jonin in the shadows.

Kakashi looked away from "Icha Icha Paradise": "His chakra control is more precise than that of an average Chunin, and his taijutsu techniques have a resemblance to the Sengoku period..."

He paused, then said, "That's not like a teacher."

The Third Hokage exhaled a smoke ring: "So it wasn't knowledge left behind by Minato?"

"It's more like..." Kakashi put away "Icha Icha Paradise," "some old guy who's lived for decades personally trained it."

Outside the window, a crow flew silently by.

Its eyes glowed with an eerie red light under the moonlight, reflecting the lights in the Hokage's office and the blond boy practicing hand seals in the distant apartment.

Chapter 6 Genius? Fool?

In the classroom in the early morning, chalk dust floated in the sunlight.

Iruka helplessly held up Naruto's test paper from yesterday, on which a huge "12" was drawn in red pen.

"Naruto Uzumaki?"

Iruka's forehead veins bulged. "Explain this question—'What are the three forbidden things for ninjas?' How did you answer 'ramen, pranks, and sleeping'?"

The classroom erupted in laughter.

Naruto scratched the back of his head, revealing his signature goofy grin: "Hehe, because these three things really can't be touched! Once I start eating ramen, I can't stop, pranks are too fun, and if I sleep, I'll miss my training..."

Sasuke, standing in the front row, scoffed, "Idiot."

"Who are you calling an idiot!" Naruto slammed his fist on the table and stood up, causing the chair to crash to the ground.

"Silence!" Iruka slammed his eraser on the podium. "Naruto, you're staying after school for extra lessons!"

"Huh? No way!"

Naruto was in tears.

Ban's spirit floated on the murky water, one hand supporting his forehead.

Nine-Tailed Fox rolled around laughing in the cage, making the iron bars rattle and clatter.

"This is the student you taught?" The Nine-Tails' tail slapped the ground. "The most ferocious ninja of the Warring States period, producing a bottom-ranked student who only got 12 points in his theory class?"

Madara's Sharingan narrowed dangerously: "Shut up! I didn't go to this kind of make-believe school back in the day."

"But the 'Three Forbidden Rules of Ninjas' are the most basic of the basics." Kurama laughed so hard he had to pound the ground to calm himself. "Money, beauty, alcohol—this brat actually wrote about ramen?"

In the real world, Naruto is lying on his desk, carving little figures on the surface with a pencil.

Iruka explained the theory of chakra, which goes in through the left ear and out through the right.

"Dad..." Naruto wailed inwardly, "Help me...the theory classes are so boring..."

Madara's chakra fluctuated slightly.

For three years, he taught Naruto countless life-saving techniques, but he never expected that Naruto would lose to academic subjects.

Madara's voice carried a hint of gritted teeth, "Concentrating chakra in the ear meridians can enhance hearing. I'll only demonstrate once..."

Five minutes later, an explosion suddenly rang out in the classroom.

The inkwell on Naruto's desk suddenly exploded, splashing ink all over Sasuke, who was sitting in front of him.

"Naruto Uzumaki!!" Iruka's roar shook the windows.

"It wasn't me!" Naruto frantically waved his hands. "It was chakra... ah, no, it was the ink itself..."

Ban sighed and rubbed his forehead inside the sealed space.

He just wanted Naruto to hear the lesson clearly, but the kid's chakra control caused a shockwave that could even shatter the structure of an inkwell.

During lunch break, Naruto sat dejectedly on the rooftop, munching on bread.

His orange jacket was stained with ink, from the shuriken Sasuke used in a fit of rage.

"I always get first place in taijutsu class..." Naruto complained, kicking the railing, "Why are the theory classes so hard?!"

A wisp of a shadowy figure appeared in his mind: "Because you can't calm your mind."

"Ninjas in the Warring States period could lie in ambush motionless for three days and three nights; you can't even sit still for three minutes."

"But those words are so dense, they make me dizzy just looking at them," Naruto muttered.

He always falls asleep while reading; he can't concentrate at all.

Suddenly, Naruto's eyes lit up: "That's it! Dad, just use genjutsu to stuff knowledge directly into my head! Like you did when you taught me the antidote technique!"

"No," Ban refused flatly. "Theory needs to be understood, not memorized."

He paused, his tone unusually hesitant, "Besides... I don't fully understand modern ninjutsu theory either."

The Nine-Tails' sneer echoed from deep within the cage: "Admit it, Madara Uchiha, there are areas you're not good at."

Madara's chakra exploded violently, causing the entire sealed space to vibrate.

Looking at the two fathers inside his body preparing to fight again, Naruto could only smile helplessly.

The rooftop door in the real world was pushed open.

Hinata Hyuga timidly peeked out, clutching her lunchbox: "Um... Naruto-kun? Want to have lunch together?"

The afternoon taijutsu class was Naruto's show.

When he broke the school record for the third time in the obstacle course, even the usually serious physical education teacher looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"It took 28 seconds..." The teacher checked the stopwatch repeatedly. "That's beyond the level of an average Chunin."

The playground was completely silent.

Sasuke's Sharingan had been activated at some point, and he stared intently at Naruto's fluid movements.