"Naruto Uzumaki..." Hinata, who sat at the back and recognized Naruto, suddenly realized.

On the first day of school, this location is casual.

It will take a while to find out everyone’s relationships and expertise before you can separate seats.

Naruto glanced casually and sat near the door not far away.

"It's so uncomfortable." Naruto said in his mind.

Without wood carvings distracting, thinking has always been in the pain of the heart, liver, kidney, and these three parts.

Is there anything to distract from?

"Everyone, there are paper, pen, scrolls, textbooks in the drawer. First of all, open the scrolls. This is the first lesson you have entered."

The teacher said, writing three words on the blackboard.

Chakra.

Children from civilian origin account for the majority.

Without the resources of a large family, parents dare not let their children refine chakra too early, for fear of something going on.

People from family backgrounds like Sasuke, Hinata, Ya, Shikamaru, Ino had mastered chakra long before entering school.

Some have even started to get in touch with ninjutsu and secret techniques.

Like Sakura and other civilian ninjas, this is the first time they have seen each other, and they really lose at the starting line.

Naruto reached into the drawer and took out the scroll, hoping that there would be something else in it except the Chakra refining method.

Unfortunately, no.

Then there is nothing good to look at. Put it back, take out the paper and pen, take off the pen cap, and put the graffiti on the cover of this draft.

As he applied, Naruto had an idea.

You can’t do wood carvings in school, so you can cultivate other hobbies.

The painting is very good, just like wood carving, it is all art.

Do it when you think of it, Naruto starts painting.

With the basic skills of wood carving, the description of this character is not difficult for him. Soon, a Naruto sketched in a pencil was printed on paper.

My hands are very stable, I don’t tremble, I don’t hesitate, and I do it in one go.

The most difficult faces and eyes are also because of the foundation of wood carving, so it is not difficult.

"So monotonous." Naruto was not satisfied.

Unlike the three-dimensional feeling of wood carving, the self on this paper belongs to the plane.

How can I make myself in the painting feel three-dimensional?

How can I let this move on my own?

Naruto pondered.

My brain power has been improved and strengthened, and my thinking ability is extremely fast. Not long after, a thought arose.

Naruto did not hesitate, turned to the second page and began to draw the second self. Compared with the first one, this second one was slightly different.

Clear memory allows Naruto to remember every detail clearly and not forget it.

Then there is the third and the fourth.

Amazing hand speed.

Sketching doesn’t require other pigments to consider, it’s worry-free.

The painting feels more and more mature. After one class, Naruto also drew twenty-two pictures, one every two minutes on average.

When you focus on your attention, your physical discomfort will gradually decrease.

Hearing the ringtone of the get out of class and the words of the people around him, Naruto ignored it and was still drawing his own.

By the beginning and end of the second class, fifty copies were completed.

There are only fifty books in total for this draft.

Naruto reached into the drawer and took out the textbook without any blank space.

Is that the end? Forget it, fifty pictures are almost the same, try the effect.

"For you." A hand stretched out from behind, holding the draft in this hand was brand new and had never been used.

Naruto thanked him, took the draft, tore off his last page and the home page, and connected the two books together and continued to draw.

By noon, I finally finished drawing a hundred pictures.

Naruto breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed one side of the two drafts with his left hand, and pinched the other side with his right hand, and began to flip.

From beginning to end, in a few seconds, the end was announced.

"What is this? Awesome!"

"Haha, because it is a moving painting, it is called an animation. For the time being, it can only be done like this, and it will get better and better." Naruto smiled and said, "I'm going to say thank you for your draft, otherwise you'll have to be half missing."

"It's nothing. You don't listen to the teacher in class, you've been drawing, and you're painting the same person, and there are a little differences in the details. I guessed it vaguely, but I didn't expect the effect to be so good."

"I am Naruto Uzumaki, are you?"

"Haruno Sakura."

Pick.

The draft in his hand fell onto the table.

Naruto turned his head and looked back. Sure enough, it was Sakura who sat behind him.

By the way, when I was a child, Sakura had such a wide forehead and felt shining. Is it an illusion?

Noticed that Naruto's gaze was looking up, Sakura hurriedly covered her forehead and lowered her head to the table.

Naruto coughed dryly, his eyes retracted and sat back: "Why did you sit behind me? I remember that in the first class, you were sitting by the window."

Sakura said softly: "You also said it was the first class. After class, I went out and came back before the second class. Someone occupied that position and had no place to sit, so I could only sit here."

Naruto didn't say anything anymore.

I have seen Naruto. Although he is not Sakura, his impression of Sakura is not much better and I don’t want to get in touch with it.

Looking down at the finished page-turning animation.

One hundred pictures, the content is very simple, Naruto himself made a fist, and the movements were very smooth. If it could be longer, it would be more comfortable to watch.

There is nothing to do, the pain and discomfort of the heart, liver, and kidneys are once again filled with thoughts.

Naruto stood up and left, took the bento, found a corner where no one was, and ate it voraciously.

With a light punch, he smashed a tree, then stepped on it, stepped on it into several sections, picked up one of them, and sat in a cool place that was not sun-dense.

Holding a pillar knife in hand, focusing on carving.

He didn't move when he heard the bells for class in the afternoon. The third generation gave him great privileges to rest and get off school at any time.

Besides, he had learned the chakra refinement at the beginning, so there was no need to listen specifically to it.

In fact, the main reason is that the classroom is too noisy, so he can't concentrate on it.

In the afternoon, school is approaching.

Naruto came to his senses and looked at the wood carved sunflower in his hand, feeling unsatisfied.

I was not very satisfied with the base, so I renovated it and it was delayed and it took a little longer.

Except for the students who stayed on duty, the others basically left cleanly.

I planned to go home directly, but I thought of the page-turning animation that I spent all morning to complete today.

Since you want to regard painting as your second hobby, you have to pay attention to it.

As a first work, take it back and study it carefully to see what is bad and needs improvement.

Thinking of this, Naruto slowly climbed the stairs, opened the classroom door, and saw the page-turning animation that was torn and put together again on the table.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Sakura stood up from her seat, her little hands tightly clenched, lowered her head, and bent down to apologize.

Naruto picked up the page-turning animation, and the torn part remained on the table.

I noticed that there was a bandaid on Sakura's elbow and a trace of blood scent that lingered around the tip of her nose.

Guess what's the reason.

I didn't ask, or I didn't care.

As a child, you will lose if you are serious.

"I'm starving to death, go home for dinner." Naruto took his textbook.

The torn page-turning animation was no longer concerned and turned around and left.

Good hearing, I heard Sakura sitting down and crying with sobs.

"Are you bullied?" Naruto said in his mind.
Chapter completed!