"The so-called Three Basic Jutsu consist of..."
The morning sun bathed the classrooms of the Konoha Ninja Academy in golden light.
At the front of the elite class, their instructor, Hideichi Tanaka, was writing on the blackboard, diligently explaining the core techniques of ninjutsu.
But a loud, unmistakable sound of
echoed from the back of the classroom, making his eye twitch violently.
He turned sharply, his frustration boiling over.
The classroom fell into dead silence. Every student turned their heads toward the figure at the back—the one holding a sake bottle and lazily drinking away.
"Has... has the teacher lost his mind?"
"Did he just try to discipline Youyu?"
"Has he forgotten about our
instructor? That guy still has to go to therapy, y'know..."
"It's over. The teacher's about to get cut down, isn't he?"
The students whispered nervously, sweat forming on their brows as they stared at the undisputed
of their class.
Youyu blinked drowsily, hiccuping as he swayed slightly in his seat. His eyes, slightly glazed from alcohol, lazily focused on his teacher.
Tanaka's hands trembled slightly.
It was well-known throughout Konoha that Youyu was a full-blown alcoholic—even though he was just a kid.
Rumor had it that he'd been drinking since he was
years old.
And the scariest part? His strength was completely absurd.
Even Kakashi Hatake, the prodigy who graduated at six, had lost to him.
Tanaka still vividly remembered his first day taking over the elite class. Everyone had introduced themselves. Then, it was Youyu's turn.
"My name is
. My hobbies are drinking... and cutting people."
He had said it so nonchalantly.
That was also the day Tanaka learned why he was taking over this class in the first place—because the
teacher was still hospitalized.
Not just physically injured—
That teacher had once made the fatal mistake of
What happened next was simple:
One slash.
Just one.
The previous instructor, an
, was
.
And at the time, Youyu had only been
years old.
Now, at eight years old...
If he slipped up and got himself
, would the Hokage even care?!
"You want me to stop drinking? How is that even possible?"
Youyu grinned, raising the bottle to his lips.
Yes. Youyu was a
. And he was bound to the
—the more he drank, the stronger he became!
Though, oddly enough, most of his stat points kept getting allocated to
rather than anything else.
Not that he minded.
Just like in his introduction—his two greatest passions in life were
He quickly finished off another bottle.
"Eh? Already empty?"
He held it up, tilting it to check if there were any drops left.
His vision blurred slightly, the bottle in his hand swaying out of focus.