Reincarnated as a Red Dragon, Discipline Makes Me Stronger! - Chapter 10

Kitazawa’s grades at the Ninja Academy had always been mediocre.Uchiha Itachi graduated at seven; he barely scraped through at thirteen.Uzumaki Naruto became the savior of the ninja world at seventeen; at that same age, Kitazawa was still struggling to make Chunin.In this harsh world of shinobi, Kitazawa was what people called a fodder ninja: no talent, no bloodline, and no backing.To stay alive until the story’s grand finale, he’d chosen the safest path—teaching at the Ninja Academy, a job he’d held for five years.“Another peaceful day in Konoha.”Kitazawa rose from his seat and walked to the window.It was enrollment day again, and the training grounds were buzzing with life.He glanced down at the stack of new student files in his hands. Names leapt out at him, all too familiar:Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Hyuga Hinata, Ino Yamanaka, Sakura Haruno, Akimichi Choji, Nara Shikamaru, Inuzuka Kiba… and more.'DING''Host has reached age six and successfully enrolled in the Ninja Academy.''Activating the Strongest Shinobi System.'

“Why is it that everyone has hated you since you were little?”“Why do you always manage to explode with power when you’re in dire straits?”“Why, despite having no weak chakra control, can’t you even walk on water?”Kurama (Nine-Tails) looked up and laughed heartily: “There’s only one answer—”“You are! The one who nearly destroyed Konoha and killed the Fourth Hokage twelve years ago! The Jinchuriki of the strongest tailed beast, the Nine-Tails Kurama! Hahahahahaha!”

He transmigrated into the dangerous world of Naruto and became a member of the Uchiha clan in Konoha.Fortunately, the night of the clan’s massacre is still years away—and he possesses an extraordinary talent, unrivaled in the village!

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...