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Knowing he had a bounty on his head.
Kanda Rokuro felt an even more urgent desire to improve his strength.
And right now, the only thing that could rapidly increase his combat power was the Tyrant Body Style.
Besides.
Five months had already passed since he started cultivating the Tyrant Body Style.
It was time to level it up.
That way, both Kuro and Danzo would value him even more, and he could reap more benefits from them.
After thinking for a while, Rokuro said to Iruka, "Let's go. Back to the classroom!"
Iruka nodded and turned to enter the school building.
The other children followed suit.
When they reached the classroom door, Rokuro saw Uzumaki Naruto and Kiba Inuzuka standing in the hallway as punishment.
Seeing this, Iruka coughed to remind Rokuro, "They did fight, after all. That was wrong, so necessary punishment is unavoidable."
Hearing this, Naruto immediately shouted, "Big Brother! I fought for your sake! Hurry up and talk to Iruka-sensei and ask him to let me back in for class, okay?"
Rokuro walked up to Naruto and curled his lip. "You couldn't even beat a little brat, yet you have the nerve to ask me for a favor? If you had beaten Kiba, I might have been willing to put in a good word for you. But right now, I have no face to ask. Just stand here obediently!"
Naruto looked depressed. He glared at Kiba and said, "This guy fights dirty! He loves pulling people's clothes. If it were a proper fight, I definitely wouldn't have lost to him!"
Rokuro rolled his eyes. "What's this about fighting dirty or not? Why don't you go tell that to the enemy? See if the enemy is willing to have a fair one-on-one duel with you!"
Naruto was speechless.
Rokuro didn't bother with him anymore and walked into the classroom.
Inside the classroom.
The seat next to Hinata Hyūga had been left empty for him.
It seemed.
No one dared to steal his seat anymore.
As for the other children, they all looked at him with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.
As expected!
The ones who had run out with Iruka to see him earlier were the bold ones.
The timid ones.
Had all been waiting in the classroom.
Rokuro walked over and sat down next to Hinata. Iruka took his place at the podium; he didn't dare let the students self-study anymore, lest another incident occur.
With Iruka present.
The classroom was much calmer.
Rokuro leaned in close to Hinata and quietly asked her a couple of questions. She only nodded her head, saying "Mhm, mhm," which made him lose interest quickly.
Only five years old.
Still too young.
Teasing her isn't even that fun.
He gave up on chatting with Hinata and listened to Iruka recite the school rules.
Hmm!
To him.
Everything Iruka said was nonsense.
So after listening for a while, his mind began to wander.
On the podium, Iruka noticed Rokuro's state, but he didn't want to interfere. As long as Kanda Rokuro wasn't causing trouble, he was already thanking the heavens.
Sleeping?
Zoning out?
He didn't care.
It was originally just past nine o'clock.
Iruka rambled on about various things until eleven o'clock, then simply announced that class was dismissed. He led the children to the school cafeteria for lunch, planning to arrange a place for them to rest afterward.
The Konoha Ninja Academy had nearly eight hundred students.
The cafeteria was quite large, and all students ate in the same hall.
As for what they ate?
Naturally, they brought their own bento boxes.
The Ninja Academy did not provide meals.
As for those who didn't bring lunch? That was their own fault; the Academy wouldn't intervene.
As a ninja.
Enduring hunger was also a skill.
If you didn't prepare food in advance, you deserved to starve.
Rokuro himself hadn't brought any food, but he wasn't worried about going hungry. If Hanata didn't deliver it to him, he would immediately go back to the underground base to rest.
Sure enough!
Just as Rokuro expected.
As soon as he got near the cafeteria, Hanata popped out and handed a bento to Rokuro. "Rokuro, bring it yourself next time. I am a Jōnin!"
Rokuro took the bento and glared at Hanata. "So what? Can't a Jōnin deliver food? Other Jōnin drop their kids off at the gate. What's wrong with you delivering a meal?"
Hanata pouted. "That's them, and I am me. Besides, you aren't my son!"
Rokuro said unceremoniously, "If you dare not to deliver it, I'll go complain to Lord Danzo. I'll have him deduct your monthly wages so you'll have no money and have to gnaw on plain steamed buns!"
Hanata cursed Rokuro internally.
On the surface, however, he turned and walked away, ignoring Rokuro.
With so many children watching, a dignified Jōnin coming to deliver lunch was simply humiliating.
Hanata left.
Rokuro didn't care.
Carrying his lunch box, he followed the crowd of children into the cafeteria to eat.
The Ninja Academy cafeteria was just like the orphanage cafeteria.
Long tables for six.
Three facing three.
Rokuro looked around the cafeteria, then pulled the silent Hinata, who had been following him, to find an empty spot. They sat down, and he beckoned her to start eating.