[Naruto] Can one still die without the Sharingan?

Calligraphy? What class is this?

In fact, most of the courses in the ninja school, except for the ninja courses that are required to be tested at the end, are not taken seriously, not to mention marginal subjects such as calligraphy, which are taught purely to make up for the numbers.

Think about it, what's the use of writing better than calligraphers? Can writing on the battlefield help life?

Therefore, calligraphy classes are currently only offered to children in first and second grade.

For example, Uchiha Sasuke's age.

"Hello, classmates, I am your calligraphy teacher, the new one is here, my name is Uchiha Shizu."

"Sister Jing?" Sasuke took a breath, and the other classmates also looked at each other.

"Is Uchiha-sensei Sasuke-kun's sister?" someone asked.

"Well, I count you as clan sister." Jing originally leaned a little loosely on the table to support her head, but now she sat upright and smiled, "So little Sasuke, please call me Teacher Jing now."

"Oh, Teacher Jing." Sasuke tilted his head coldly.

"So good." Ignoring Sasuke's stinky face, he looked at the other classmates with a smile, and finally his eyes rested on an empty spot, "Which little naughty kid is this, and he hasn't come back yet?"

The students who were noisy just now suddenly became quiet.

Jing immediately understood, but she still called her name. She had seen the roster for this class, but currently there was only one Sasuke who could match the number.

"Sasuke, tell me."

"It's Naruto, Uzumaki Naruto."

Shizuka was just a few years old when Minato Namikaze died. Naturally, she wouldn't have much impression of a person she had only met a few times in the crowd, but Shizuka had heard a lot of legends about him.

Not to mention Instructor Ping, there is also Kakashi, the captain of Team 6. This is his only disciple who is still alive. Shizuma has been asking a lot about him.

He was a person who usually seemed very gentle, sunny and smiling, wise and responsible, and powerful. He saved the Leaf Village from the Nine-Tails Rebellion.

But his son was not treated well. Instead, he was looked down upon by the villagers because of his identity as a Jinchuuriki.

But... that was still a radiant child.

"Naruto Uzumaki has arrived!"

Just a second before the school bell rang, the classroom door was kicked open, and a child with blond hair, blue eyes, and a beard-like birthmark on his face jumped in. As soon as he entered, he looked around and yelled.

"Didn't you say that there is a new teacher for the new class? Where is he?"

"Hello Naruto-kun, I am the new teacher." Jing sat behind the podium and waved.

"what?"

A small enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of Jing's eyes, and Naruto squinted his eyes with confusion on his face.

"But you look too young!"

Jing smiled, "What's the point? Don't say I'm still older than you. Even if others are younger than you, as long as you are strong enough, you can still become a teacher."

"..."

"But what Naruto said is right. I am indeed not old. I am twelve years old this year." Jing stood up and motioned Naruto to return to his seat. "Some of my classmates in the ninja school have not yet graduated. Woolen cloth."

Sensible children cannot be spoiled, but the children in front of them are still young and have unstable temperaments. They can be gentle, but they still need to establish their authority.

What's more, there are thorns in these little brats now, and they are natural thorns that are more difficult to deal with than those who deliberately stir up trouble.

"Hey, then why did you come to teach calligraphy?" Naruto asked.

"Good question."

Naruto was very short and his seat was in the first row of the class. Jing walked down the podium and came to Naruto's desk. She picked up a pen at random and wrote a big Jing on the paper.

"That's why I come to teach calligraphy."

I don’t know who I’ve heard say that well-written words will shine.

In the past, no one believed it, but today, they believe it.

The classmates all had the same attitude towards this calligraphy class, nothing more than mediocrity, but at this moment they couldn't help but take a breath. Even Sasuke, who always knew that Shizu's calligraphy was excellent, was so surprised that he said Speechless.

Jing had written copybooks for him, and he still kept those copybooks, but most of those copybooks were broken down into strokes and various pseudonyms. There were very few complete Chinese characters like this. When he saw this character today, he realized what exactly Jing's characters were. How beautiful.

"It looks good..." A little girl muttered.

"Humph." Jing put the pen back in front of Naruto, threw the words she just wrote on the podium, and walked to the center of the classroom.

"I know that almost all of you will think that my course is useless and that you came here with a relaxed attitude. I will also tell you directly now that my course is indeed not very useful. After all, ninjas have to exert themselves in battle. A good word cannot save your life."

"But in the future, one of you may become a chuunin or a jounin, have access to confidential documents, enter the upper echelons of the village, or even become a Hokage. You will have countless opportunities to come into contact with paper and pen, and come into contact with words, so in the next semester, you will be able to get along with each other. , I want everyone to remember one thing.”

"I don't expect any of you to work hard on calligraphy in your spare time, nor do I expect that one class a week or one semester will turn you into a literary giant. I have only one request from beginning to end, and it's very simple."

"Write it down, your own names."

This teacher seems different.

Naruto Uzumaki was holding a pen and drawing circles on the paper. He raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Jing walking this way, and quickly started writing.

He didn't know why everyone didn't like him.

From the bosses on the street, the aunts in the cafeteria, classmates at school, and teachers, it seemed that no one in the entire village would give him a smile except the Hokage and the owner of Ichiraku Ramen.

Teacher Mizuki probably especially dislikes him. No matter what he does, he will never praise him. Even if he tries hard to do something well, he will get cynicism from him or directly question whether it was him who did it. He obviously doesn’t care about other people. People are very gentle, but they are only like this to him. He also said that it is for his own good.

Naruto once wondered if he really did something wrong, but no matter how much he thought about it, he never felt that he was wrong. So he worked harder. He wanted to be recognized by his teachers and classmates, he wanted to be recognized by the villagers, and he wanted to become Hokage.

Naruto heard Shizu's voice getting closer.

"good."

"You don't seem to be used to using soft pens? Pencil or pen, use whatever you are used to."

"My arm strength is a bit lacking, but that's not bad."

"good."

"can."

"Oh, Sasuke is a great word! I can write a picture later and let your dad hang it on the wall."

The quiet voice finally reached behind Naruto and then stopped.

"...Naruto, your word is too ugly."

Naruto's heart seemed to be suddenly poured with cold water.

So, is she the same?

"Hmph! I will definitely write something good!" Naruto cheered up, "Not only do I want to write something good, I also want to become Hokage!"

Jing stood behind him and watched for a while, then stepped behind him and wrapped a slightly larger hand around Naruto's palm and wrist.

"?" Naruto turned around strangely.

"You write your own." Jing only raised her head to indicate.

"What are you doing?"

Naruto muttered, and then began to write according to his habit, but just when he finished writing the first stroke and was about to raise his hand, he felt a force coming from his wrist, which pressed his hand to prevent him from lifting it. , leading it to draw a soft front.

This sharp edge suddenly saved Naruto from being such a bad guy.

"continue."

Naruto heard the person behind him speak again, so he made a second stroke. This time, he didn't feel the pressure right away. Instead, there was a force that lifted his wrist while he was still writing and ended his stroke in advance. Then there was that force again, leading him to modify the stroke. Looks good.

Every stroke, every stroke is like this, there is always a force that will pull him back when his pen is about to go astray, helping him to write this stroke beautifully, even if he writes Feidun on purpose, that force will The power will come out to pull him back, anytime and anywhere.

She's always there.

"No, isn't this much better?" Jing's voice appeared again. Naruto looked at the handwriting that was too beautiful to be written by himself, and sighed in confusion.

"Come on, continue."

"what?"

"Keep writing."

Naruto once again picked up the pen and wrote in a daze, but his mind drifted to the sky, until Jing's voice sounded again.

"I hope everyone will remember one thing." Jingzheng said casually, "Remember, criticizing you is not for your own good."

The students were a little confused, and there were even whispers. They waited quietly for a while before continuing.

"Criticizing you is not for your own good. After criticizing you, I am willing to tell you how to do it right and how to do it better. That is for your own good."

"They don't tell you what to do, but just criticize you. Such people are either mean-mouthed or have ulterior motives. No matter what they are, they are not for your own good."

"I remember everything."

"But what should I do if I meet someone like that?" Sasuke asked.

He asked for Naruto. He was the first and only person in this class to see the truth clearly. After he saw it, he kept thinking of ways to help Naruto, but both Jing and Itachi warned him not to He acted rashly, so he had been patient until today, when Jing appeared in front of her.

Sasuke could guess it with his toenails, but with Naruto's weak head, he would definitely not be able to react to what Jing said, so he asked for help.

"how?"

Jing was talking, and his efforts were not wasted. One after another neat and beautiful Uzumaki Naruto appeared on the paper.

"Then just ask him directly what to do."