TPMITWON Chapter 37: Tuesday

Where Souta never thought that Pakura, who always appeared calm and confident, also had such doubts.

After a moment, Souta smiled slightly.

"Don't worry," Souta said softly. "I believe you can do it. The Pakura I know is someone strong and confident. You will definitely succeed."

Pakura turned and looked at Souta with a flat expression before suddenly smiling slightly.

"That's silly," Pakura said with an amused tone. "Just because you believe I can, does that mean I will be able to become a ninja? What a strange thought."

Seeing Pakura's smile, Souta was a bit surprised.

However, in his heart, Souta felt relieved.

They continued walking side by side, stepping along the village streets that were beginning to be enveloped in the twilight.

Maybe... being a ninja isn't just about fighting, but also about walking together with others in difficult times.

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Time passed quickly. The sun had just risen on the eastern horizon, driving away the remnants of the night’s darkness with its golden light. The cold desert wind of the morning gently blew through the windows of the Sunagakure Ninja Academy, carrying the distinctive scent of sand.

Tuesday had arrived. Souta, along with other orphans, stood in a long line in front of the academy hall, waiting for their turn to receive the books and stationery provided by the academy.

Around them, some children appeared to be whispering with sparkling eyes, as if they had found a very precious treasure. Others held their books hesitantly, perhaps because they had never owned such items before.

Souta received his book and stationery with a flat expression. He did not share the same excitement as the other children. For Souta, this was just a regular routine.

After all, in Souta's previous life, he was already accustomed to reading and writing in Japanese. In fact, the calculations they would learn later would not be more difficult than the complex equations Souta had solved as a scientist and robotics researcher.

However, something that caught Souta's attention was the difference in treatment between children like him and those from wealthy families. Students from prominent families had already been informed since Monday to bring their own supplies.

They arrived with thicker books and seemingly higher-quality stationery. Some children even proudly showcased the pens and ink they brought, as if wanting to display their status difference.

Souta merely snorted softly. Social classification was indeed unavoidable, even in this world.

When the lessons began, the atmosphere in the classroom became more serious. The teachers started teaching the basics of reading, writing, and basic arithmetic.

Around Souta, some children furrowed their brows, gripping their pencils tightly while trying to write their first letters with trembling hands. Others even whispered to each other, confused by how to read the characters written on the board.

Souta, on the other hand, easily wrote the letters in his book, his fingers moving confidently as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

The teacher briefly noticed Souta's writing and nodded slightly before moving on to another student. Souta did not receive praise, but he was also not reprimanded—a sign that he was considered capable enough.

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The day passed quickly, and the next day, history lessons began.

Where Souta sat in his chair with his hands folded, he listened to his teacher's explanation with a flat gaze. Although Souta already knew most of Sunagakure's history from the anime he had watched in his previous life, hearing it directly from the inhabitants of this world gave Souta a different perspective.

"Once upon a time, Sunagakure was just a vast expanse of desert with small villages scattered at various points," the teacher's voice echoed in the classroom.