Happy days always passed faster. This morning, it was finally the day that everyone was looking forward to, the opening day of the Ninja School!
"Young Master Musashi! Young Master Musashi! Get up quickly! Today was the first day of class at the Ninja School. He mustn't be late!”
Early in the morning, the maid Yui Harano had already helped Musashi put all the books and ninja tools he needed into the scroll.
Then she hung herself up and woke Musashi up.
"Oh... It was not even dawn yet, and she had to get up so early. The Ninja School was simply too annoying.”
While complaining, Shimura Musashi cooperated with Yui to help him brush his teeth.
Soon, Xiao Wucang's teeth were all cleaned by Yui.
Next was to wash his face.
"Oh... Ah pui. Sister Yui, please be gentler. Rubbing the towel so hard will damage my handsome face!”
Yui Harano comforted her in a gentle voice, slightly apologetic."Aren't you going to be late soon? Be good, Musashi. Hold your breath and let big sister help you wash your face quickly.
So we can hurry to the ninja school."
"Yes, and this. Help me put it on.”
After washing up, Musashi mysteriously took out a sticker.
He asked Yui Harano to help him stick it on his chin.
Musashi suddenly fell into deep thought…
When did his life become more and more corrupt?
He remembered when he was just over two years old.
The morning at that time was like this:
"Ah, Young Master Musashi, don't move. I'll help you brush your teeth and wash your face.”
"No need. It's more convenient for me to do this kind of small matter myself.”
……
When did it start? Musashi fell into deep thought…
Yui's body was covered with scrolls that stored all kinds of items. She carried Musashi on her back and stepped on the roofs of other people's houses.
They finally arrived at the entrance of the Ninja School.
"This, this, and this! Young Master Musashi, don't lose these scrolls on the way! There were books for cultural studies, as well as Kuna and Shuriken for throwing.
And lunch.
That's right! This red food scroll contains the bento I made myself, and the blue one contains the rice balls.
Also, the purple scroll contained the ginseng soup that he had boiled for the entire night.
I specially made a few more portions so that I can share them with my good friends!”
Yui spoke very quickly. After she finished giving instructions, she immediately urged,"Hurry up and go to class! First grade class seven, don't go to the wrong classroom!”
Musashi was a little anxious. After all, it was the first day of class.
Being late always left a bad impression on the teacher.
However, when he saw a certain figure appear at the school gate, Musashi instantly became calm.
"Young Master Musashi, hurry up and go in! We're really going to be late!"
Seeing that Musashi was still squatting on the ground unhurriedly to pack up the scrolls, the maid became a little anxious.
"Nainaina, Sister Jieyi, don't be anxious. Did you see that pineapple head who just came in from the school gate?”Musashi was still calm and composed.
"Huh?" Yui Harano heard this and glanced at the school gate. She saw a little kid with a pineapple head walking unhurriedly towards the school. She was a little confused. She didn't know what her young master meant.
"These pineapple heads are bad! She always came to class on time. She would always step into the classroom at the last second of class!”
Musashi paused and smiled confidently.""So, as long as I step into the classroom before him, I definitely won't be late.”
"Huh?" Yui Harano was a little surprised as she looked at the pineapple-haired imp that was approaching them.
The Nara Deer Man slowly walked around the strange woman and a little ghost with two intersecting knife marks on his chin.
As they passed by each other, Nara Deer Man couldn't help but mutter,""How troublesome."
"Ah?" Yui Harano was dumbfounded.
She had no idea that the man with the pineapple head was talking about her.
When Musashi saw Pineapple Head walking in front of him, he did not have time to waste on Yui Harano and directly chased after him.
Hmph, I can't stand you stinky pineapple heads.
Fortunately, he had already checked the information of class seven.
This pineapple head was also from Class Seven.
I'll follow you closely and pretend to accidentally step on the heel of your shoe. I'll piss you off.
Humph, humph, I'll enter the classroom before you when I'm almost at the door.
Musashi thought happily.
This was the first time that he was able to safely attend class on time, and the teacher was helpless.
A few minutes later.
At the entrance of the first grade's class seven.
"Nara Deer Man! Shimura Musashi! You two freshmen dare to be late on the first day! Stand at the door for the entire morning as punishment!”
On this day, the roar of the form teacher of the first grade's class seven, Mr. Mito, resounded throughout the entire campus…
"Can the mental calculations of the Nara Clan be wrong?”
Musashi's black eyes widened in disbelief as he was punished to stand together with the Nara Deer Man.
Nara Deer Man: " Baka, it's all your fault for stepping on my shoes several times while following me, causing my mental arithmetic to break down halfway…It's too troublesome to calculate the time difference halfway. After thinking about it, I decided to continue counting with the previous numbers.”
Musashi burst into tears. I shouldn't have accidentally…I stepped on the back of your shoe 108 times in a row…"
"So I was stepped on 108 times…" Nara Deer Man said in surprise. No wonder I remembered so many times. I just kept calculating in my head how many times you stepped on me. It's too troublesome…"
"Yes, it is indeed too troublesome…" The two of them sighed together.
In the end, Mito Mono did not let the young master of the Shimura clan stand for too long as a punishment and allowed the two of them into the classroom.
"Hello, everyone! My name is Musashi Shimura, and my dream is to become the most powerful second-generation heir in the entire ninja world.”
Musashi's words caused the entire class to burst into laughter.
Perhaps it was because he had inherited Tuan Zang's genes.
Musashi had the same short black hair as Tanzo, and his face was quite handsome.
The two crossed scars on his chin that could be faked slightly increased his recognition.
In his previous life, as a small peasant in a peaceful era, to be honest, Musashi was not used to the bloody level of the ninjas in this world.
His body was also affected by his soul to a certain extent. He did not have the terrifying battle instincts of those geniuses.
It was better to be a rich second-generation heir quietly!
With a wave of his hand, countless lackeys helped him deal with his opponents.
Although this kind of life was a little boring, it was more elegant, wasn't it?
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