"My name is Miyo Sakurai, I like small animals … Slurp, my dream is to become a gourmet."
"My name is Shigeki Ezaki, my hobby is …"
The self-introduction is finally back on track … Saint thought, then he saw a boy in the back row with a serious face stand up and say, "My name is Morino Ibiki, my hobby is interrogation, and my dream is to torture Kage from other villages one day!"
The corner of Awakening's mouth twitched slightly. Were all children nowadays so dangerous?
Finally, it was Garashi's turn to speak.
He was already the focus of the crowd, and after the previous incident, even his every move was being watched.
Garashi didn't seem to feel the slightest pressure, nor was he impatient at all, and he said with a gentle voice, "I am Shimizu Garashi, my hobby is to make many friends, as for my dream, I hope to become a medical ninja, and use medical ninjutsu to erase the pain of our world."
Many people were surprised, not because Garashi's self-introduction was so shocking, but on the contrary, his speech was too ordinary.
It was so ordinary that it was incomprehensible.
In the system of the major ninja villages, women generally serve as medical ninjas, not only because women pay more attention to details, but also because of the three major rules of medical ninja, medical ninjas must never be at the forefront of the battlefield.
And a man with a little shame would not allow himself to hide in the back.
If it were other people, they might be "mistaken" for deserters, but Garashi is different.
When you have a good impression of a person, you will subconsciously beautify the other person. Under this filter, not only did no one think that Garashi was a coward, but they also secretly sighed in their hearts, Garashi -san is really a gentle person!
"Down to earth … This kind of temperament can go further on the road of ninja!" Saint was now more and more satisfied with Garashi.
He actually didn't dislike those who shouted that they wanted to become Naruto, who didn't have a big goal when they were young? It's just that when they grow up, they gradually understand the gap between fantasy and reality.
It's precisely because of this that it highlights the preciousness of those excellent and humble people.
After Garashi, many people introduced themselves.
When it came to the last few seats, everyone's eyes once again gathered on a certain person.
It wasn't strange for him to receive this kind of attention because he was the son of Naruto, Asma.
Asma wasn't afraid at all when he saw everyone looking at him. He didn't stand up either. He just crossed his arms coolly and leaned back in his chair. "I am Asma. I have many hobbies. My goal is … to surpass Naruto!"
He didn't mention his dream, but his goal. His arrogance was obvious.
Unfortunately, the response was mediocre.
Children were never short of fantasies. It wasn't that they thought Asma couldn't achieve his "goal," but they simply thought, "Oh, this dream is just that."
Asma's body stiffened when he saw everyone's gaze fly to the back.
Hey, at least give me some reaction!
What was even more awkward was that everyone was looking at the person behind him. If he lowered his arm, he would appear to be timid. If he continued to hug her, he would feel that everyone was looking at him as a joke.
Uncomfortable!
Fortunately, there weren't many people behind him. After they finished their introductions, everyone's eyes returned to the podium. Asma quickly lowered his stiff arms.
Looking at Garashi's back, he couldn't understand why the other party's words of wanting to become a medical ninja caused such a big commotion, but his shocking statement of wanting to surpass Naruto didn't get everyone's attention.
Could it be that this was the world of adults?
Yes, everyone is already 5 years old, no longer as simple as before … Asma felt a little melancholy.
"Ahem." Saint coughed twice to attract everyone's attention. "Now that everyone has a basic understanding of each other, let's move on to the last item of this class. Election for the class monitor!"
Seeing that some of the students showed a puzzled expression, the Eight Gods Saint explained, "A qualified group must have its own leader, just as a country needs a Daimyo, and a ninja village needs a Kage, our class should also have its own class leader."
As soon as his voice fell, the class instantly became lively.
"Yagami sensei, can the class monitor have his own title? For example, Ban Kage? "
"Sensei, can the class monitor get extra points on the graduation exam?"
"Yagami sensei, if I become the class monitor, will my parents stop beating me?"
Saint looked at the little fatty Shinto with a twitching eye. Just how much did your parents hate you?
Taking a deep breath, Saint said in a deep voice. "The class monitor is not an official position, you can't have a title, you can't get extra points, and you can't stop your parents from beating you … Well, actually, there is still some hope for the last one. In short, the original intention of electing a class monitor is to serve everyone, not to make you do some messy things. "
Hearing Saint's words, everyone's surging emotions suddenly fell.
"Tsk, boring!"
"Well, I can't even take care of myself, so I don't want to serve everyone."
Seeing this situation, the eight gods felt a bit awkward. Did he go overboard?
Before he could say anything to remedy the situation, Garashi raised his right hand.
Saint's eyes lit up. "Garashi -san, speak."
"Yagami sensei, I want to participate in the class monitor election!"
The eyes of everyone in the class focused on him again.
"Huh? Are you talking about Garashi -san? "
"Although I don't want to be a class monitor, I don't like to be controlled by others, but if it's Garashi -san, it doesn't seem unacceptable."
"Well, I also support Garashi -san."
In the back corner, Asma awkwardly curled his lips. "In the world of Ninjas, strength is the foundation, it's stupid to spend time helping others …"
However, before he finished his words, he found that the girl he has been paying attention to showed an expression of admiration towards Shimizu Garashi.
"Well, as expected of Garashi -san!" Kurenai sat on the right side of Garashi, her eyes flashing a little bit of starlight.
Since Garashi sat in the middle of the classroom, the people who were attracted to him sat around him. Therefore, most of the people who didn't want to integrate into his "small" group sat in the corner.
Hearing Asma's whisper, Mizuki, who was sitting in front of him, nodded subconsciously. "That's right, knowing that it's a thankless task, this kind of person is either stupid or bad, hypocritical!"
Like Garashi, he is a victim of the Second Shinobi World War. Orphans like him are eager to be recognized by others.
Therefore, seeing that Garashi easily got what he dreamed of, a kind of emotion called jealousy grew in his young heart.
But he also knows that this kind of thing is not good, so he buried his feelings in his heart. At this moment, seeing that Asma, the son of Naruto, was the same as himself, he couldn't help but open his heart, hoping to stand on the same side as Asma, the son of Naruto.
"I, Asma, also want to run for class monitor!"
"I think he is doing this to please …"
Suddenly, the eyes of the two people solidified!
The ultimate meaning of backstabbing!
Mizuki was at a loss, he finally opened his heart, why did this "noble" son of Naruto betray the revolution so quickly?
Asma was also alert, bastard, this guy actually saw that he wanted to please the red-eyed girl!
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