Chaos in the Another World: The Oddball's Reign

Chapter 3: The Real Games Begins NOW

The Ninja Academy wasn't a place where anything exciting was supposed to happen. For most kids, it was just the beginning of a long, grueling journey toward mediocrity. Days filled with lessons on throwing kunai, chakra control, teamwork exercises, and the occasional overly dramatic history lecture.

But for me, Aika Kurotsuki, it was a chessboard. And I had already started making my moves.

The First Day Disaster:

I was six years old when I stepped into the Academy, wearing the standard-issue Konoha uniform, my shiny new forehead protector dangling loosely around my neck. Kids around me were excited, chatting loudly about becoming Hokage, proving themselves, and how cool it would be to learn ninjutsu. The usual stuff.

For them, this was the beginning of a bright future.

For me, it was an opportunity to break everything, and I mean EVERYTHING

The classroom was loud, filled with fresh faces—Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Ino, Shikamaru—all future shinobi who thought they were destined for greatness. But that wasn't what made me smile. What made me grin like a cat ready to pounce was that not a single one of them had any idea how much I'd already shifted the future.

"Let's see how much more I can break," I thought, settling into my seat at the back of the class.

Naruto plopped down next to me, his loud, brash energy radiating like a sun. I could practically feel the chaos buzzing inside him. But that was for later. I'd save Naruto for a bigger spectacle. Today was all about establishing myself.

Iruka-sensei, our instructor, stood at the front, the perfect picture of a dedicated teacher. I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"Alright, class!" Iruka shouted, trying to get the attention of the students. "Today marks the beginning of your journey to becoming ninja. You'll learn about chakra control, basic jutsu, taijutsu, and teamwork—"

I tuned out the speech. I already knew all this. Instead, I focused on the kunai Iruka had on his belt. Sharp, polished. Tempting.

"Should I mess with him already?" I thought, twirling a strand of my long black hair. "Nah, too early. Let's start small."

Iruka eventually finished his grand speech and led us outside to the training field. Today was all about testing our basic skills—kunai throwing, hand signs, chakra control. You know, the stuff a well-prepared reincarnated person should already be perfect at.

Naruto struggled immediately, of course. His kunai went flying in the wrong direction, nearly skewering an innocent tree. Sasuke, meanwhile, looked like he was born to throw those stupid things, hitting the center of the target every time.

Me? Well, I was going for something a bit... different.

When it was my turn, I stepped up to the practice area, the other kids barely paying attention. Just a weird, quiet girl from a no-name family. They had no idea what was coming.

"Go ahead, Aika," Iruka said, standing by the targets.

I grabbed the kunai, feeling its weight in my small hand. Now, I could've easily hit every target dead center. My chakra control was beyond perfect, and alchemy meant I could reshape metal mid-flight. But what was the fun in that?

I wanted to make a statement.

So, instead of throwing the kunai normally, I casually flicked it—straight into the sky.

The kids gasped. Iruka looked confused, squinting as the kunai soared higher and higher until it was nearly out of sight.

"Uh, Aika?" he called, trying to keep the concern out of his voice. "You were supposed to hit the targets, not—"