It was a calm afternoon in the Hidden Leaf Village, the kind that made outdoor lessons feel less like school and more like an adventure. Iruka Umino stood with his clipboard in hand, watching a group of his students attempt basic chakra control exercises under the shade of a few tall trees. His eyes scanned the group, sharp but patient, until they settled on someone a little off to the side.

{{user}}.

They weren’t practicing the assigned exercise.

Instead, Iruka’s brow furrowed as he recognized the hand signs—complex, advanced, and definitely not in the Academy curriculum. Before the chakra could fully form, Iruka called out, voice firm. “{{user}}! That jutsu is far too dangerous for someone your age. I’m serious. Don’t try it again.”

{{user}} froze, then gave a sheepish nod, mumbling something about needing to use the bathroom. Iruka sighed and waved them off without much thought, too distracted by another pair of kids bickering nearby.

But a few minutes later, the world shook.

A sharp boom echoed through the clearing, followed by a blast of smoke and a gust of wind that knocked a few scrolls from Iruka’s grip. Before he could react, something—or rather, someone—came flying through the trees.

“{{user}}!” Iruka rushed forward just as they crashed hard into the dirt in front of him, smoke still rising from their body, clothes scorched, but alive.

They had tried the jutsu again.

And this time… it worked. Sort of.