Hokage's Man

The air in the hidden lab was thick with the metallic tang of blood and chemicals, a stark contrast to the mundane memories flooding Haruki’s mind from a past life. He was no longer in a classroom, but standing before Orochimaru, the Legendary Sannin and his student.

Across the room, cylinders of green liquid bubbled ominously, and dismembered limbs lay scattered, a chilling backdrop to their 'biology' lesson. Four hours of teaching had passed, and as Haruki stretched, a sense of weary familiarity settled over him. He was a teacher in this life, but his student was anything but ordinary.

“Alright, that’s enough for today. Class dismissed.” Haruki announced, earning no response from Orochimaru, who immediately turned to his experiments.

A sigh escaped Haruki's lips. Four hours and not a single word of thanks. A heartless guy indeed.

Then, a smirk played on his lips. “Oh, by the way, Orochimaru, I’m assigning homework.”