C19 Mr Gekka You Are too Arrogant!

The others were all exceptionally gifted prodigies as well.

The Ninja Blood Plate wasn't something just anyone could be a part of.

Only the cream of the crop, the geniuses among geniuses, were selected.

Guan Shang, Jin Cou, and their peers stood out like a grain of sand in a riverbed at the orphanage, but here, they barely made a ripple.

Then, after the academic lessons, it was time for practical combat training!

Hino Le rallied the group and led them to the training ground for some sparring.

After all, no amount of theory could match the exhilarating clarity of a real fight.

The students squared off against each other.

Yang Ming, however, flatly refused to participate, ignoring Hino Le's look of utter astonishment. He was, after all, the first student bold enough to defy a teacher!

Instead, Yang Ming took his textbook and settled under a tree, diligently studying.

He had no time to squander—he needed to absorb the basics of being a Ninja and fulfill his system mission.

"Mr. Gekka, this is a group activity, and as the newcomer, don't you think your refusal is somewhat improper?" Fujishima Zyun approached Yang Ming with a concerned frown.

"I came here to learn, not to fritter away time. You all can keep to your 'playtime.'"

Yang Ming's response was cool and detached.

"Our 'playtime'? You think this is a game?"

Yang Ming's words reached the ears of a few with keen hearing, who quickly approached, visibly irate.

"What seems to be the problem?"

The commotion drew the attention of the rest, who converged on the scene with curious glances.

"He claims our combat training is trivial, just child's play, not worth a second glance—even you, Katsura Atsuhiro, are included in that," Fujishima Zyun said with a mocking laugh.

"Just child's play? The nerve of the new guy!" Oka Seita's face darkened with anger, and although Katsura Atsuhiro remained silent, his displeasure was evident.

Clearly, the remark had struck a nerve.

"Mr. Gekka, as the new student, we should be welcoming you. But since you've chosen to belittle us, how about we settle this with a match? Let's skip the talk and let our skills do the arguing!"

Oka Seita's voice was icy as he eyed Yang Ming, his hands rubbing together in anticipation of a challenge.

"This is pointless. You're wasting my time!"

Yang Ming's irritation grew as the crowd around them swelled. Not wanting to squander any more time, he turned on his heel and walked away.

"Shh..."

The crowd jeered when Yang Ming walked away from Oka Seita's challenge, their faces twisted with scorn.

They made no move to stop him, attributing his behavior to the unfamiliarity of a new classmate on the first day.

Yet, in that moment, they had already formed a negative opinion of him, branding him as conceited, haughty, and aloof.

"The history and geography of the Grass Ninja are quite remarkable, situated right here. Considering the Grass Ninja's origins and abilities, along with the advantageous environment and terrain, it's no surprise Uchiha Madara chose this place and that it spawned a being like White Zetsu!"

Yang Ming, however, was unfazed by their judgment. Holding the same rank as the Grass Kage, he saw no reason to concern himself with the opinions of some children.

He had finished reading the book on the history of the Grass Ninja, closing the chapter on that knowledge.

At that moment, his system mission completion ticked up to 2%.

"It looks like my knowledge of the Ninja World, based solely on past life storylines, is far too scant," he mused.

With a sigh, Yang Ming closed the book and glanced at the time. It was time to head to the construction site and get to work moving bricks for the day.