TPMITWON Chapter 40: Makima

Even so, Souta did not give up. While continuing to search for information, Souta took advantage of his time in the library to study other things. He read about the culture of Sunagakure, the basics of Ninjutsu, and the history of Kazekage from generation to generation.

The more Souta learned, the more he realized that this world was far broader and more complex than he had ever imagined.

The Academy Library was indeed only meant for students who wanted to expand their knowledge. Aside from the teachers, no outsiders could access it.

For Souta, this place was a very valuable source of information—the only place where he could delve deeper into the world he now inhabited.

Outside of lessons and training, there was one significant change in Souta's life—his relationship with Pakura.

If previously Pakura was someone who was somewhat difficult to approach, now everything had changed. Souta saw Pakura smile more often, and that smile was not a formal or polite one. It was a genuine smile, full of warmth, as if Souta's presence truly brought a bit of happiness into Pakura's life.

Not only that, but Souta also began to get closer to some of his classmates. One of them was a girl with short reddish-brown hair who sat to his right.

Her name? Makima.

Souta almost choked when he first heard that name. How could there be someone named Makima in this world? Especially with the same hair color. For a moment, Souta's mind was filled with absurd theories about parallel worlds and crossovers.

However, after observing the girl for weeks, even up to a month, Souta could confirm one thing—this Makima was not the Makima who became rendang, uh, I mean, the food eaten by a certain main character.

This girl just happened to have the same name. Nothing more.

In the end, these two months had taught Souta many things. However, he knew this was just the beginning. This world had so many mysteries still hidden, and there was still much for Souta to learn.

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Somewhere in the Sunagakure Village, inside the Ninja Academy, right in one of the classrooms filled with the faint sounds of whispering children, a woman stood in front of them.

The room was quite spacious with slightly worn walls. A large window on the left side of the room let sunlight in, illuminating the long wooden tables arranged neatly. Some students looked bored, resting their chins on their hands, while others seemed serious, paying attention to the woman standing at the front of the class.

The woman had short light blue hair that looked neat, bright blue eyes that appeared full of determination, and wore a short-sleeved brown shirt with dark blue pants. She was Aomi-sensei, the Ninja Academy instructor known for her calm yet firm teaching style.

However, not all the students were focused on Aomi. One of them was lost in his own thoughts.

Souta.

The boy with short dark blue hair and deep black eyes sat in the middle row, but Souta's gaze was vacant, staring straight at the table in front of him as if his mind was drifting elsewhere. Occasionally, Souta moved his fingers across the surface of the table, as if trying to imagine something.

Souta was thinking about something far more important to him than the ongoing lesson—how to learn the Kugutsu technique.

It had been five months since Souta joined the Ninja Academy. During that time, Souta had learned many things. From basic theories about hand-to-hand combat to exhausting physical training. Every day after returning from the academy, Souta never missed his personal training. As a result, Souta was now able to walk on walls with both hands for a full hour.