I, Konoha's Sage of Life

The scent of chalk dust and youthful exuberance hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the recent metallic tang of blood from the battlefield. Kanda Kyoichi, a newly minted Chūnin teacher, slumped in his office chair, his gaze drifting towards the boisterous shouts of children outside.

"Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that one day I’d transmigrate to Konoha. And… seriously, I ended up as an intern teacher?"

He sighed, a weary sound. Just yesterday, the trivial complaints of parents and the fear of unemployment plagued him. Now, the roar of young ninjas-in-training felt less like a nuisance and more like a cruel reminder of the perilous world he was now forced to inhabit. The Ninja Academy, a supposed haven, felt more like a holding pen for future cannon fodder. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He was injured, healing from the Battle of Kikyo Pass, a conflict that had felt all too real, all too deadly. He wasn't a warrior, not truly. He was a man out of time, armed only with knowledge of a future he desperately wanted to change, yet felt powerless to avert.