Not noticing Yuhi Kurenai's reaction, otherwise Uchiha Obito definitely wouldn't have continued the topic. Drawn in by the words "practice questions," he looked at Akira and asked doubtfully, "Practice questions? What does that mean?"
So the reason Akira and Yuhi Kurenai's grades were so outstanding… was because of "practice questions"?
He was interested.
He wanted to improve his grades too!
Akira answered honestly, "A must-have for students—three years of mock exams, five years of entrance exams… ah, I went off-topic. In short, it's something very good that can improve your grades!"
For Yuhi Kurenai, this little sister, Akira had really put in a lot of effort.
As the person who ranked first in written exams, how could he possibly have a little sister whose grades were only average?
No way!
Yuhi Kurenai had to keep up with his pace.
The Third Great Ninja War was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads—it could fall at any time. Don't be fooled by how Yuhi Kurenai survived all the way to the Boruto era in the original story.
Things were different now.
Because of his appearance, the butterfly's wings had already begun to flap. Who knew what would happen in the future? The stronger Yuhi Kurenai became, the safer she would be!
"..." Yuhi Kurenai, who had been listening quietly to their conversation, shuddered again after hearing Akira's words.
If she hadn't asked Akira back then how to improve her grades, she wouldn't have had to go through that hell-like suffering, right?
Now, every day after school, she had to do practice questions.
A lot. A lot of questions.
Her grades had indeed improved—but the hardship in between was something only she could understand…
Uchiha Obito was a warrior brave enough to step into hell!
She deeply admired him!!
"Um…" Uchiha Obito's eyes lit up. He scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed. "Akira, can you let me see this 'practice questions' thing too? I want to improve my grades…"
Akira deliberately showed a troubled expression. "Those questions were something I worked very hard on, writing them word by word…"
Uchiha Obito immediately understood and waved his hand boldly. "Don't worry. I'm not the type to take advantage of others. Even learning high-level ninjutsu costs money. Something that can improve grades should naturally cost money too. Just tell me—how much?"
"As expected of a member of the wealthy Uchiha clan—so generous!" Akira gave him a thumbs-up and praised him.
After pondering for a moment, he said, "It's not anything expensive. How about this—just the price of one C-rank ninjutsu scroll. After all, we're classmates. Friendship price!"
Even ordinary civilians had ways to learn ninjutsu—borrowing scrolls from the library or hiring private tutors. All of it cost money.
Of course, only C-rank and above ninjutsu required payment. E-rank and D-rank ninjutsu could be borrowed directly from the library.
Without money, nothing moves. Akira believed in making money from a young age!
Uchiha Obito thought for a moment and felt it wasn't expensive. "Alright!"
His parents had left him quite a bit of inheritance. Let alone the price of a C-rank ninjutsu scroll—even a B-rank scroll would be affordable.
Akira wouldn't scam him. After all, the grades were there to see.
They were the same age, with the same brain. He refused to believe he would lose to others. He just hadn't found the right method yet!
With business coming to his door, Akira smiled brightly. "I'll organize the questions and bring them tomorrow. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Uchiha Obito said gratefully, "Then I'll leave it to you!"
"Hmm…" Yuhi Kurenai rested her chin in her hands and looked at the grateful Uchiha Obito. Her eyes showed pity, admiration, and confusion.
There was actually someone willing to spend money to buy that kind of thing?
Are you disgusted because life is too good?
So strange!
Akira, Hatake Kakashi, Sarutobi Asuma… oh right, and Might Guy. Their behavior was always somewhat incomprehensible.
Now there was Uchiha Obito too.
Was she the one who couldn't keep up with the trend?
But… but… she still felt this wasn't something normal people would do…
At this moment, Sarutobi Asuma also walked over. He had overheard Akira and Uchiha Obito's conversation and couldn't help saying, "You have something like that and you didn't share it? No wonder your grades are so good—you've been hiding tricks!"
He was the Hokage's son.
Yet his written exam rank was only fourth. That wasn't scientific.
His family had hired quite a few private tutors, yet his grades still couldn't surpass Akira, Hatake Kakashi, and Yuhi Kurenai!
Didn't that make him look incompetent?
And how was he supposed to attract Yuhi Kurenai's attention?
"Asuma, do you want it too?" Akira's eyes lit up. This was the real rich kid—the Hokage's son.
Still smiling like a salesperson, he said, "You were already fourth place without practice questions. If you work hard and do practice questions, your grades might surpass mine and become first!"
"No, I'll rely on myself!" Sarutobi Asuma subconsciously glanced at Yuhi Kurenai. Seeing her looking at him—although… he didn't quite understand that look—he straightened his chest confidently. "Next written exam, I'll beat you and become first!"
"..." He really shouldn't have come over to join the fun.
Akira's expression changed instantly, calm and indifferent. "Then go study. I believe in you."
"Hmph!" Sarutobi Asuma's mouth twitched. Too realistic—his expression changed so fast it was faster than the Transformation Technique.
He snorted lightly, slightly displeased. "You may be first in written exams, but this afternoon's practical class won't necessarily be the same. I'll be first!"
For nearly a month, whenever he wanted to talk to Yuhi Kurenai, Akira would interrupt and glare at him with vigilant eyes.
That made him angry.
What angered him even more was Akira's popularity among the girls. Even he, the Hokage's son, didn't receive such treatment. So what if he was good-looking and first in exams?
He would reclaim his glory in the afternoon's practical class.
Written exams meant nothing. Being good-looking meant nothing. A ninja speaks with strength—he would make the other girls, and Yuhi Kurenai, understand that.
He, Sarutobi Asuma, was the strongest!!
Akira: "Oh."
"Just wait and see!" Sarutobi Asuma took a deep breath. His fists clenched tightly.
Too infuriating. He swore in his heart that in the afternoon's practical class, he would definitely surpass Akira's score.
He snorted and returned to his seat.
"Oh right, there's a practical class this afternoon…" At the mention of practical class, Uchiha Obito's confidence faded. He already knew the afternoon's practical class was ninja tool throwing. "Akira, are you confident?"
Akira sighed. "Not very. I'm not really the practical type. Especially ninja tool throwing—I often miss the target. It's too difficult…"
"Isn't everyone like that? Even when I practice at home, I miss a lot. It just takes long-term training…" Uchiha Obito said sympathetically.
But secretly, he felt a bit relieved. So Akira wasn't good at everything. He suddenly regained some confidence. This afternoon, he had to perform well and make Nohara Rin notice him!!
Akira kept sighing. "Yeah, yeah."
Uchiha Obito cheered himself up. "Just try your best this afternoon. I believe you won't be too bad!"
Akira nodded. "I will."
"..." Listening to their conversation, Yuhi Kurenai opened her mouth but didn't know what to say…
Akira's "miss the target" and Uchiha Obito's "miss the target" were completely different things.
Missing the bulls
eye counted as missing. Have you ever heard of that?
Akira was too much!!