The Best Shinobi

Menma Izuno

"Hah! This is truly going to be troublesome."

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A young boy nearly at the age of seven looked around in the class and sighed. There was a bit of tiredness in his eyes and looking at the teacher who was teaching him some stuff like Ninja History, he was even more tired.

It wasn't because he didn't like studying. It was rather because of this class itself. After looking around and seeing the faces of the people, he was able to quickly find out the class he was sitting in.

It wasn't his own class. It was Ninja Academy's class.

Yes, he somehow got transmigrated into the world of Ninja and more importantly, into the person whom he has only seen once in the entire duration of Naruto.

This was a freaking ninja world where the life of humans is no different than the life of life stocks. It wouldn't be hard to say that nearly hundreds or even thousands of people die fighting each day.

That's why this thing was bothering him too much.

"Menma, do you have any problem with my class?" Seeing his student looking so tired in his own class, teacher Iruka Sensei couldn't help but shout.

Hearing his words, everyone turned their heads at him.

Menma Izuno! He was from Izuno Family. Not famous nor strong. His family was an average shinobi family with no Jonin.

"No, Iruka Sensei!" Menma who was afraid of getting attention immediately shook his head as he replied.

"If you are tired for some reason, you can go home. Remember, Shinobi must be at their hundred percent." Iruka couldn't help but feel a bit worried because of his tired expression.

"No, no, Sensei! I am fine." Menma didn't understand why he was getting more attention. He quickly regained the vitality in his face and only then did Iruka Sensei stop focusing on him.

"Hey, doesn't Menma looks a little different today?"

"Menma, is something wrong with you?"

Two of his bench mates asked with slightly worried expressions.

"Nothing is wrong with me! I am fine. We should on class." Menma shook his head and looked around the class. There were a lot of different major characters in this class.

In fact, the whole Konoha 12 was here. Everyone was around the same age. And, this made Menma quite amazed. Because normally, he didn't expect to see Shikamaru, Naruto, and Choji in the class.

They usually bunk the class. The class continued for a few hours and finally, the bell rang.

"Alright everyone, don't forget to train!" Iruka left as the class ended.

"Man, that was so boring." As soon as he left, a certain lazy boy spoke. He was none other than Shikamaru.

"Shikamaru, let's go and eat some meat." His closest friend Choji stood up and left the classroom and Shikamaru had no choice but to follow him.

At this moment, Naruto also left but he didn't join up with Shikamaru and Choji. Although their relationship was good, it wasn't that good.

'I guess I should also go home. Thankfully, I do remember my identity and everything that happened to this boy except for his death which still confuses me.'

'Why would a person in the class suddenly die? The same goes for me as well. I was also in my class. So, why did I die and get reincarnated here?'

Menma thought but he couldn't find the answer. He hurriedly left the class.

"Huh! Menma really seems weird today."

"Yeah, normally, we go home together. What's his big deal?" Two of his desk mates spoke to each other. Their name was Okinawa and Murasaki.

They were a good friend of his body but now, Menma had to collect his thoughts first.

He ran to his home. It was quite a normal house. There was a small fence covering the house and a gate. He entered the house and suddenly, three words came out of his mouth.

"I am home."

It surprised him because this wasn't his habit. Rather, it was his body's own reaction.

"Oh Menma, you are finally back. How was your class today?" A feminine voice rang from a certain room.

"It was alright. I am going to my room." Menma didn't stick around for long. He quickly went to his room while a lady holding a small plate walked out of the room.

"What's with him? He normally eats snacks before going to his room."

This house was fairly small but fit for three people. One room was for him and another room was for his parents. One room for a kitchen and one living/dining room. Oh! And, there was a small toilet/bathroom as well.

Menma didn't notice the abnormality in his actions and started collecting his thoughts. He did receive the memories but these were all jumbled around.

It took him half an hour to properly collect his thoughts. After half an hour, he finally opened his eyes and murmured.

"I made so many mistakes today. First, I always look refreshed in class. Second, I never leave without those two. Third, I always eat my snack before entering my room."

"Then, I also talk about my class with my mom. With these things in my mind, I should focus on establishing my identity as Menma Izuno. I am now the part of Izuno family."

"Hoooo!"

Menma released a deep breath and walked out of his room.

"Oh! You are finally out. What happened? Did you get bullied in the academy?" His mother who was sitting in the hall asked. She was quite a normal kunoichi. Her name was Yuki Izuno. She was the elder sister of Daruma Izuno.

Menma didn't recognize her at first but through his memories, he recognized two people Daruma Izuno and Amagi Izuno. This finally confirmed that he was born in Wasabi Izuno's family.

But since he didn't know that Daruma had an elder sister, who eight years ago married a civilian. Normally, it was uncommon for shinobi to marry a civilian but both of them loved each other.

So, they got married and got separated from her mother. Now, they live in their own house and his father was the owner of a restaurant. His mother was a chunin but she normally doesn't get involved in a lot of missions but rather took care of him.

Menma wasn't bothered by their conditions. They were living fairly happily. Although currently, Menma could feel his weakness. He was barely able to create chakra.

His Spiritual Energy and Physical Energy were quite low. So, he knew what he must do next but for now, he had to eat some snacks.

He quickly went to his mother and sat on the sofa.

"Mom, everything is alright. I just felt tired for some reason." Menma explained his reason and started telling her about his class. She quietly listened to his story and after five minutes, Menma waved his hand while leaving the house.

"Mom, I will go out for some time."

"He is acting a bit weird. Well, he is growing so it must be that." His mother still noticed his unusualness but decided to ignore it. After all, Menma was only seven and still a child.

Menma quickly reached the Konoha Library. He wanted to learn more about the Chakra and Jutsu. This was the only way to improve himself and live in this cruel world.

After all, he doesn't have any cheat at all.

The best cheat he has is his knowledge about this world. But, this knowledge alone doesn't provide him with ways to learn Jutsu. In the academy, they are given E-Rank jutsu like Body Replacement Jutsu.

But even to do that, he must learn how to molde his chakra. So, the first thing he did was to visit the library where he got access thanks to being a student of the Academy.

He picked up the book that recorded Chakra such as. After he picked up the giant book, he put it on the table and started reading it. Basically, he tried to focus and learn as much as possible.

Time passed like seconds and in less than four hours, it was already evening. So, he stopped it reading it and went to the librarian.

"Mr. Can I borrow this book from the library?"

The librarian shook his head and took out a scroll.

"That book holds all the information about Chakra and its history. So, you can't take it. But, you can take this scroll. It has all the things you need to know about Chakra."

Hearing his words, Menma revealed a big smile and said.

"Thank you, Mr"

He took the scroll and ran back to his room.

"Sigh! Kids these days do not know the value of knowledge. They spent every second sparing and training. Well then again, this is the world of Shinobi. Power is more important than Knowledge."

The librarian shook his head and put the book back on the shelve. There was no one else studying in the library which made him very helpless.

"I hope that boy comes again."