Chapter 25: Who's Really at Fault for the State of This Class? - The White Eyed Princess of Konoha

### Chapter 25: Who's Really at Fault for the State of This Class? Climbing trees and walking on water are just the basic exercises for chakra control. Once a student graduates from the ninja academy, their assigned mentor would typically guide them through these techniques. After mastering those exercises, what remains is the water-grinding work—diligent practice day after day. The Hyuga clan boasts a millennium of ninja tradition, rich in both heritage and resources. All Hinata needs to do is follow the prescribed path of training. Sometimes, she even wonders if there are stronger secret techniques of the Gentle Fist within the clan, techniques that nobody can practice due to a lack of aptitude. Perhaps ancient texts passed down through millennia in the clan contain stories of the Sage of Six Paths. After all, even the Uchiha clan has a stone tablet. The Hyuga clan shouldn't have nothing at all. Then again, it's not certain. When Hamura Otsutsuki went to the moon, he might have deleted much information. Listening to Hinata recount her daily training routine, Hiashi Hyuga couldn't help but marvel at her talent! Yet, isn't she being too lazy? Though Hinata considers herself diligent, compared to those who truly work hard, her training seems almost like a game. Even her younger sister, Hanabi, who is five years younger, can't compare! Such talent is utterly wasted on Hinata. What a waste! Hiashi sometimes pondered whether peace was truly a blessing or a curse. He remembers his own childhood vividly, back when the Second Shinobi World War had just begun. Despite being the heir of the clan, without hard training, he too would have perished on the battlefield. But now, with no survival pressures, Hinata indulges in playing ninja games with her school friends. "Hanabi, it's time for your morning training!" "Yes, Father!" Hiashi took Hanabi away, but not without a reminder to Hinata: "Don't be late for school!" School!!! Hinata panicked and ran back to check the time. It was already 7:45 AM. It's over. Only fifteen minutes until class starts! She went to bed close to midnight, and naturally woke up late today. After waking up, she messed around with Hanabi on the bed, demonstrated a self-created technique from last night, and chatted with Hiashi for quite a while. "But I haven't had breakfast yet!" Clutching her empty stomach, Hinata thought to herself, "I'm going to be late for school anyway. It makes no difference whether I'm late by five minutes or an hour!" After a leisurely breakfast, she wandered around her little garden to digest, then finally grabbed her backpack to head to school. Before leaving, she reminded Tokuma Hyuga to find someone to fix her garden today. ... "Hinata!!!" "Look at the time! Look at it—it's already so late!" Hinata glanced weakly at the clock on the wall, "Teacher, it's just past eight!" "Just past eight? It's already 8:57! Almost nine o'clock!" Attempting to look cute and bewildered, Hinata asked, "Teacher, is there really a difference between eight-something and almost nine?" The teacher was almost infuriated by Hinata's antics. Not only was she late, but instead of admitting fault, she's acting cute! The most frustrating part? The classmates. "Teacher, it's just a few minutes late! Hinata always has great grades, what's the big deal?" "Yeah, and Hinata already knows she's wrong. You should forgive her, teacher." "She's usually so well-behaved in class, she must have been delayed by something at home. Why are you giving her such a hard time?" "You're too much, teacher, bullying Hinata like that!" The teacher was on the verge of despair—whose fault is this really? Is there no justice? No rule of law? No village standards? Truly a pitiable teacher. Hinata sneaked a glance at the bewildered teacher. Don't you know this is the world of Naruto? In this world, anyone can be absolved with high charisma. I was only a few minutes late, not even a big issue. If you don't forgive me, it will cause outrage. After all, with high looks and popularity, you can afford to be willful! And you... cannot! (wags finger) Recognizing the tide had turned, the teacher decided to overlook it for the students' sake. But as the class teacher, to save face, he needed an excuse. Thinking it over, he smiled kindly and asked, "Hinata, did something happen at home that made you late?" See? That's tactful—avoiding the word 'late,' just saying she was slightly delayed. Hinata couldn't mention her independent creation of a new technique, so she thought quickly and replied, "I had a dream last night, where you were teaching, so I didn't want to wake up. That's why I overslept." In other words, just slept in! The teacher's lips twitched a few times, retorting, "Hinata is truly passionate about learning, dreaming of class even in sleep. Well then, settle in and pay attention." "Thank you, teacher!" Looking over the blackboard notes, the teacher was reviewing yesterday's content, and Hinata had already mastered it. She dashed to sit beside Choji in the back row, using her backpack to block the teacher's view, and whispered to Choji, "I brought some new snacks today!" Choji's eyes lit up, reaching into his bag for potato chips, "Hinata, let's trade snacks!" Hinata nodded with satisfaction. Eating alone gets old quickly, but sharing makes it more delicious. Choji was probably her only friend with a hearty appetite. 'Crunch! Crunch!' "......" While others snacked, napped, played around, or stared at handsome boys, not one student listened to the lecture. The teacher felt managing this class was becoming impossible. The students were mostly heir to different clans or their friends. Talking to them was fine, but physical punishment was out of the question. If they were sent out to stand as punishment, they would likely sneak off to play. I endure! Understanding the essence of endurance, the teacher ignored the chaos, continuing his lecture while students pursued their distractions, creating two worlds within the classroom. Hinata found the disorder annoying, interrupting her from reading. With discontent, she glanced at the teacher and whispered to Shikamaru, "Shikamaru, this teacher is really irresponsible. The class discipline is a mess, and he's not doing anything!" Shikamaru and the teacher: "..." Shikamaru rolled his eyes. Whose fault is it that the class ended up like this? Unwilling to deal with Hinata, Shikamaru turned away and continued his nap. Who's really at fault for the chaos in this class?