Konoha was a lovely place in the spring. Everywhere children ran about with their friends they've known since birth. Passers-by often had the chance of being struck in the ankles with a stray ball or bumped into by hordes of children attempting to break traffic in in the dirt roads to get across. However, that was spring for normal children.
Children in training to be Shinobi was an entirely different story.
Academy hours were long and taxing, students either forced to sit through lectures on chakara systems or throw shuriken at logs in the heat. In the end for them, thoug, it was worth it. After years of training you would recieve your Shinobi forehead protector and be enlisted in the registry. You would be assigned a team and from then on it was your duty to protect your village. To help the helpless. To provide for your family and for those around you. Shinobi make up the entirety of a villages army and stand as their only real protection from invasion.
Thats why they were treated with such respect.
However, today was a great day for Academy students; for today was their final graduation test. The task was simple: Create a viable clone of yourself that can mimick regular human movement, speech and appearance. Your secondary task is to transform your appearance into someone to the point where you look identical.
The classrooms were abuzz with chatter. Nervous friends confiding in one another; confident and outgoing people challenging one another to help practice. Some found peace sitting quietly in the corner. However, a common theme for classroom 3B was a blonde outcast by the name of Naruto Uzumaki. Having continuously failed every test in cloning and transformation it was a surprise that the boy had even made it this far. As he sat at his desk people openly sneered at him, denied him the attention and fellowship he craved. He was alone in this classroom of children.
Yet when the door opened and Iruka entered the chatter died down. They would not admit to an adult their unruly behavior. Even if they all felt that everyone despised the blonde boy as they did. Iruka clears his throat as students take their seats.
"Everyone, your assessments will begin momentarily. I hope you are all prepared." He glances around the room, taking note of every nervous face and every empty stare. His eyes rest on Naruto for a fleeting moment, watching as the boy stares uncaringly at him with his head cradled in his hand. Light from the windows bounces off of the green goggles on his head and onto Iruka's flack jacket reminding him of the night before when Naruto had asked him if he could wear his forehead protector. 'Just for a moment' he'd said, hands clasped in front of him. Exhaling to clear away the memory, he turns back to the rest of the class. "There will be someone else joining you all today for your tests. She's been homeschooled until today so please, try not to give her a hard time." Turning to the door, he beckons the outline of the girl through the door inward.
In walks someone new, an anomaly to the other students. In walks a possible threat to their social standing, a possible obstacle for their graduation.
In walks Kanami.
Hair dark as shadow. Eyes that reflect the night sky. Skin with the likeness of paper. She was pleasing to look at. Thus, as people eyed her up and down, they noticed the dark circles under her eyes and her pressed lips. She stands uncaringly in the front of the room, only moving to bow to them all and murmur a greeting that only Iruka managed to hear. The similarities were uncanny. Slowly, eyes flicker to the boy sitting by the leftmost wall of the room. His head rests on his thumbs, his fingers linked together over his mouth revealing only his dark eyes that glimmer with a hidden passion. He shows no signs of shock; nor does he seem to care in the slightest. Though, if you looked closely enough you could spot the subtle furrow of his eyebrows. "Everyone, this is Kanami Uchiha. Please don't crowd her as you all tend to do." His words keep the students glued to their seats. He directs her to an open chair in the back by a window and as she quietly ascends the steps to that seat Kanami notes the way the people in the room look at her.
In the back, two girls eye her over with confusion in their eyes. She notes their pastel hair colors. To the right, a goggle-donning boy stares at her. No doubt they all were because of her heritage. She Sasuke to her left. His eyes flicker to hers for only a moment and he gives her the slightest of nods. She stares ahead of her as she reaches the top step. Sliding past a row of students, she takes the empty seat as Iruka exits the room.
Taking a deep breath, she prepares herself for the bombardment.