I Can Become Stronger Just By Teaching

  At noon on Thursday, Tanaka approached Makoto.

  "Ms. Hosakawa, the students in Class 1 are so shameless. They are so disturbing that I can't teach them normally." Tanaka complained.

  He admitted that he underestimated the mischievousness of students in this class when he said that he didn't care before.

  In order to prevent the tragic experience on Wednesday afternoon from happening again on Friday, Tanaka found Makoto in advance, hoping to use Makoto's influence among students to help him.

  "Oh, these children have obviously promised me." Makoto sighed, defending Tanaka.

  "Don't worry, Teacher Tanaka. I will definitely talk to them this afternoon and tell them not to go against you."

  Hearing Makoto's words, Tanaka was slightly relieved, but he was still a little worried and said:

  "Teacher Hosakawa, can you be present in class on Friday, I'm afraid they won't listen to me."

  If the class is as torturous as the last time for the next whole year, he doesn't know if he can persist until the end without going insane.

  If he is denied and criticized by one or two students, he can pretend to not know or hear anything. But it is really a bit unbearable when the whole class is on his a**.

  "No problem," Makoto replied, his voice carrying a tone of understanding.

  "With your guarantee, Mr. Hosakawa, I can rest assured," Tanaka said with a grateful smile.

  After finishing the matter, Tanaka turned around and returned to his office.

  Makoto looked at Tanaka's leaving figure with a calm face and thought that Tanaka had been teaching for nothing in the past three years. He really couldn't grasp the students' psychology at all.

  If he goes to Makoto to forcefully suppress the students like this, the students will not hate Makoto, but will only hate Tanaka even more.

  From the student's perspective, Makoto is helping a novice colleague, there is no problem and he can even be said to be very kind.

  Tanaka, on the other hand, was ignorant and had no self-awareness at all, and he tried to use the class teacher to suppress them.

  Makoto thought about it carefully and realized that he might have wrongly blamed Tanaka.

  Because this is a ninja school, the situation is different from his previous life. If it weren't for the excellent results in Class 1, Tanaka would not have been in this situation.

  Shaking his head, Makoto stopped thinking about these irrelevant things and walked towards his office.

  Given that it was requested by Tanaka, Makoto 'had no choice' but to acquiesce. Refusing would only invite accusations of stinginess, and he couldn't afford to tarnish his image as the impeccably polite and competent Hosakawa Makoto.

  Makoto returned to his office and seamlessly continued his practice of calligraphy, all the while concealing his true thoughts behind an enigmatic smile.

  "Hey, Teacher Makoto, you changed the pen." Aya Ueda noticed that the pen Makoto was holding was not the same pen as before.

  "Yes, it was given by a student," Makoto replied with a peaceful smile and a nod.

  "That's great. I have been teaching for several years and I have never received a gift from a student." Aya Ueda said enviously.

  When Isamu heard what Aya Ueda said, he finally found an opportunity to attack. He said,

  "Ueda, you might not want to compare yourself to Teacher Makoto here. He's practically a legend among students. Trust me; I've accepted it."

  Aya Ueda was momentarily left speechless. After all, as they say, lies may not hurt, but the truth can be the sharpest weapon.

  Observing Aya Ueda's dejected expression, Isamu couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure wash over him.

  "It should be that Ms. Ueda's students are more introverted. They want to send gifts but dare not." Makoto said.

  "Teacher Makoto, you still know how to speak." Aya Ueda smiled. Although she knew they were words of comfort, who doesn't like good words.

  Kimura Sugitu looked at this scene and felt that it was not unreasonable for Ikeya Isamu to remain single.

  When it was almost time for class, Makoto left the office and arrived at the classroom.

  He did not rush to class, but settled the matters assigned by Tanaka first.

  "Didn't I tell you not to speak ill of Teacher Tanaka in person, let alone disrupt Teacher Tanaka's class?" Makoto said, his voice carrying a sense of faux concern.

  "Teacher Makoto, did the Taijutsu teacher come to complain to you?" Kotetsu was left flabbergasted. This was the first instance he'd heard of a teacher reporting a student, and Makoto's involvement only added an extra layer of complexity.

  "We didn't intend to disrupt his class. We merely engaged him in a thought-provoking discussion," Kamizuki Izumo replied, implying a sense of injustice in their actions.

  They did not interfere with the class. Although the teaching was indeed not good, no one criticized Tanaka Tanigawa when he was teaching. They were all watching and studying seriously, and the training was completed very seriously.

  Everyone wants to get good grades in the final combat examination, so they will definitely not resist training.

  Makoto continued, "It's essential that you avoid interfering with Teacher Tanaka's class and refrain from speaking negatively about him." He chose not to confirm whether it was Tanaka who had raised the issue, leaving that piece of information to linger ambiguously.

  "Understood," the students replied, sensing that there was more to the situation than met the eye.

  Makoto nodded, his smile carrying a sense of peaceful assurance and subtle satisfaction, and then proceeded to commence his lecture, leaving a tranquil but somewhat mysterious atmosphere in the minds of those around him.

  [Lecture completed]

  [Evaluation: A]

  [Reward: Earth Release·Earth Dragon Bullet]

  After school, Makoto trained his disciples daily and returned to his home in the main city in the evening.

  This time, it was his turn to visit Minato's house and savor their cooking.

  "We've had so many meals at your place; I'm sorry about that. Today, Makoto, you can take a break and experience our cooking," Minato said before leading Makoto to his house.

  Minato and Kushina teamed up in the kitchen, each preparing two dishes.

  They watched Makoto's every reaction as he tasted each dish. Although Makoto had considered suggesting that they all dine together, he noticed the anticipation in their eyes and decided to play along.

  Makoto's first bite was of the grilled fish prepared by Kushina.

  "It retains the original flavor of the fish excellently; it's quite enjoyable," Makoto commented, masking any deeper analysis he might have been making.

  However, Makoto didn't stop at compliments; he also offered some constructive feedback, like suggesting improvements in the grilling time.

  Makoto's evaluations of the following four dishes were similar, with some receiving more praise than others.

  "Hehe, it seems our cooking skills aren't too shabby after all," Kushina said, delighted by Makoto's compliments.

  Kushina was ecstatic that a culinary expert like Makoto appreciated the dishes she had prepared herself.

  "Minato and I have been working on perfecting our braised pork recipe. When the time is right, Makoto, we hope you'll be willing to taste it," Kushina said with a smile.

  Makoto smiled and nodded, indicating that he would be glad to try it whenever the opportunity arose.

  They continued to enjoy their meal and engage in lively conversation.

Minato also told Makoto that he had recently heard discussions among other jounin. Their children had complained that their teaching was not as good as that of a particular chuunin teacher in school.

  Kushina interjected, voicing her confidence in Makoto's teaching abilities. She hadn't observed Makoto in action at the academy, but she had witnessed his culinary explanations.

  In this pleasant atmosphere, Makoto neither downplayed nor exaggerated his skills but offered balanced praise to Minato and Kushina.

  A subtle aura of charm and influence lingered around Makoto as they enjoyed their delightful dinner,