Not the Fifth Hokage! I'm an Outstanding Graduate of Madara's Tutoring Program!

[Sitting Up in Shock on My Deathbed, the Fifth Hokage Is Actually Me. The Story of How Jing Zhiyou Keeps Getting Mistaken for the Fifth Hokage] On September 1, Jing Zhiyou was playing the cello at Toyosato Elementary School. On October 1, Jing Zhiyou transferred to Konoha Ninja Academy. My job is [Transfer Student]. Like Martin's Morning, on the first of every month I open the door, and the butler takes me to a different school. After transferring to Konoha Ninja Academy, I signed up for one-on-one tutoring with a renowned ninja instructor at a senior's suggestion, hoping to prepare for the graduation exams at the end of the month. Teacher Madara truly deserved his reputation as a renowned ninja instructor who could turn dead-last students into excellent prospects. I improved quickly, passed the exam with flying colors, and became a proud Konoha genin. At the graduation ceremony, the Third Hokage held my hand, his eyes brimming with tears, and placed great hopes and expectations on me. I graduated, then transferred to Toyosato Elementary School to enjoy music and youth. A few months later, after praying fervently for Tomoeda, Seiya, or, failing that, Teitan, I was sent to Konoha once again. Me: ? You don't have middle schools in Konoha, do you? I've already graduated, so how can I still be a transfer student? In a daze, I sat down in the Anbu Special Training Class. That night, I had no choice but to go ask the renowned ninja instructor for help again. Teacher Madara was indeed kind and beautiful. Even though he already had a Uchiha student, he made an exception and let me join his class. One-on-one had suddenly become one-on-two. I'd hate a nepotism hire too, so I took young Obito's cold shoulder in stride. The teacher in the Anbu Special Training Class was a creepy old man wrapped in bandages who seemed to have it in for me no matter what he said. As it happened, I hated him too. But the students here were quiet, friendly, and pleasant to talk to. It was heaven for introverts. One day during free period, I went into town to buy three-color dango. A little kid with tear troughs despite his young age suddenly grabbed my wrist. How strange. After graduating from the beginner training class, I still couldn't dodge him. "Fifth Hokage, so you really do exist." Me: Huh??? From that day on, I noticed more and more people secretly paying attention to me. It took some special methods to find out that a lot of people had simply decided I was the future Fifth Hokage, destined to bring peace to the ninja world. Ummm, what kind of ridiculous fanfic are you people reading? The Fifth Hokage should obviously be Tsunade. How could a nobody without even permanent residency possibly become Hokage? Oh, God of Miracles, next month I want to go to Teiko Middle School and watch basketball. I pray with all my heart. Amen. - The miracle called Jing Zhiyou: an undocumented person with an unknown father, born in the Borderlands and unable to register for a household account. Working hard to build up my reputation as a transfer student~ [Important, please note!!]: In the later chapters, the ghostly Obito steals the pen and successfully takes over the story. The author fought with all their might and couldn't beat him, so I can only let the kid do what he wants. [Coming Soon] Become the Ninja World's Public Enemy, Then Conquer the World Carallista of the demon school Babyls received her third notice of delayed graduation from the council. If she couldn't pass the familiar studies exam, then even reaching rank six wouldn't let her attend the graduation ceremony. Carallista, who had just been successfully charmed by her little brother's hopeful gaze: Damn it! Was it her fault that summoning a familiar had failed? Of course not! Who could have known that a full-dive game she'd played as a child would use up her only familiar contract slot? Remembering how her sweet, soft Az leaned against her in her arms and asked hesitantly, "Big sis, can I be the little demon who presents flowers at your graduation ceremony?" Carallista gritted her teeth and dug out the game headset that had originally dragged her into another world. So what if it was New Game Plus? For her little brother's smile, she'd give it everything she had! [Become the one and only ruler, and make the world grovel at your feet] [Completion Reward: Familiar Contract Cancellation Ticket] Such an obvious trap! There really was something wrong with this game. Who would jump into a pit like that? No problem. I know how to spoil people! Carallista calmly leaped into the trap. At least she had to make sure she landed with style. Aaaah, there is a huge problem! Why does everyone remember her first playthrough!!! Just think: when she played the game, she went for the conquest route, used the family tree to pick targets, and wiped out entire clans as a matter of course. Underhanded, dishonorable war tactics were second nature to her. Players in their first playthrough didn't care about any of that, which made the difficulty of the second playthrough shoot straight up to nightmare level. Bad news: Everyone in power knows about all the despicable things she did. Good news: The strongest and most resilient among them has decided to follow her. Bad news: She transmigrated into her own body for the second playthrough. Good news: Carallista herself is a powerful demon with quite a pedigree. Okay, fine. First, she should summon that haughty S-rank familiar who had stopped responding to her after she quit the game. Since things have come to this, she might as well clean house and clear her head. [Favoritism and Exceptions]: Once a living being feels affection or love for her, that affection or love becomes extremely difficult to dispel. Hatred and loathing, on the other hand, are easily forgotten. [The Price]: She is cursed to never exist in another person's memory, unless the most profound love breaks the curse. If seeing her is the only way you can remember the bloody rule of your previous life, then the moment you lower your head and draw your blade, the strength drains from your clenched fist of revenge. You forget who you wanted to kill. You only remember that you must kill them. But who are they? Where are they? What do they look like? Only seeing them can give the memory a source. Uchiha Madara: As it happens, I have the best eyes in the whole world. :) :) Theme: Shine brightly, and never stop moving forward