Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
The Day After
(i) No More Kick
"Is that all you can do, boy, fight?" The bald, heavy man took off his glasses and wiped them absent-mindedly with a corner of his shirt. Replacing them, he fixed a pair of weary eyes on the shinobi's thick, dark eyebrows.
"Very well," The boy replied, nodding earnestly, "You should see my..."
"Son, you're applying as a school teacher."
"I'm also... very good with children," he quipped quickly.
"Well why didn't you say so?!"
"I'm better at fighting," the shinobi insisted. He looked around the room. It was a cheerful, messy space; a stack of unmarked worksheets in a corner weighed down by a clutter of random items - wilting flowers, coffee cups, aromatic candles. Probably gifts, he thought.
"Well, i'll just ignore that," the man said, exasperated, "Here!" He tore a slip of paper from a thick folder, "We're short of staff anyway. This is your timetable. Report for work at seven tomorrow! You may leave."
"Odo-san?"
"Yes, yes, what is it Lee?"
"Is there physical edu..."
"Out! Out!"
And that was that.