"Alright class, today we have a new student transferring up from the first year's level," Umino Iruka began, settling the classroom down "Everyone please be courteous as he makes the transition to harder subjects." As he finished a deft knock was heard at the door. "Come in."
As the door opened a small boy with deep golden hair held in a ponytail going down his back stepped in. He had dark blue almost purple eyes that seemed to be a shifting miasma of those colors. The most shocking aspect of his appearance however was his face. It wasn't just and emotionless mask, it seemed formed of marble and unmoving. The impassive youth all but glided to the front of Iruka's desk to a peculiar sight. The normally chipper smile and expressive eyes were tightened and almost forced in confusion at the boy in front of him. Regardless he was a Chuunin and recovered well enough as the young boy bowed deeply towards him.
"That little pipsqueak won't last a week." A child towards the back, with the telltale markings of the Inuzuka clan on his cheeks, whispered lips turned up in a smirk.
Ignoring the obvious skepticism surrounding one so young entering the classroom Iruka continued, "Hello there, welcome to the senior academy class level. I'm sure if you apply yourself this transition shouldn't be too difficult. Your name didn't come on the transfer memo though," at this Iruka double checked the paperwork, it was quite odd "Would you mind going ahead an introducing yourself to your new peers?" With that Iruka wave his arms out towards the rest of the class in a decidedly urging manner. The class looked on in disdain, most doubting the youth had much more than book smarts to stand on.
The young boy turned smoothly to the classroom and spoke in an even tone that grabbed all attention making him seem even older than they "Good morning, my name is Namikaze Naruto and I am nine years old." He performed a smaller bow this time and turned back to Iruka who urged him to sit wherever he liked. The classroom and Iruka however could only think one thing.
YONDAIME-SAMA'S SON!?
Iruka's eyes were wide open in shock. The Hokage had enrolled his son in the academy and recommended him for placement in the senior class, which was due to take the final in less than a month, at only 9! The rest of the classroom broke out in hushed whispers. Not a soul in the village had laid eyes on Yondaime-sama's son since he was very young. There was a rumor he had been sent to the capitol for protection purposes.
On his way to the open seat next to none other than Uchiha Sasuke, Sasuke glanced at him for the second time since he entered the class. He seemed to try and ascertain whether or not this newcomer deserved his attention. The two clan heir locked eyes and Sasuke dismissed him. The kid was too young, a runt, and his clan couldn't back him up on the battlefield. He went back to looking out the window as Naruto sat down.
In Naruto's mind he couldn't help but wonder what his father's goal in putting him here was. He knew all of this academy level stuff and more. At least there was only a few weeks left until the final exams, then he'd get back to training ASAP! A he was thinking two pairs of eyes kept falling on his back. One was Nara Shikamaru. The young genius was also wondering why a shinobi of such renown would suddenly expose his only son, with the majority of his enemies still alive. Especially after keeping him hidden for so long unless- that was it. He became bone white. Naruto must be strong enough to protect himself from such high level shinobi. He almost got dizzy thinking about how far above himself and his peers that put the youth at. He wondered if this was the feeling of being around the like of Uchiha Itachi when he was in the academy. Feeling more thinking was simply too troublesome he laid his head back down to give his gears a rest.
The other pair of inquisitive eyes belonged to none other than the 12 year old Hyuga clan heiress, Hinata. She had to get back to her father with this information. He hated being the last to find out about important events.
Class continued on as normal with the Inuzuka heir, Kiba getting yelled at for pushing another student out of his chair. Quickly reprimanded the day digressed into learning Ninja Geometry.
Soon time for dismissal came and "Class dismissed, get home safely! Don't forget there's going to be a review on torture do's and do not's in the morning. Do the readings." As Iruka finished he noticed the telltale signs of a shushin about to go off. He wondered who in the hell would shushin into the classroom at dismissal when Naruto's body burst into electricity and dispersed crackling leaving no damage behind, just an empty seat. Uchiha Sasuke was in shock and openly surprised, his open mouth and wide eyes doing little to hide the fact. He hadn't even seen the boy make hand seals. Maybe he would have to do some recon on this unknown factor.
The rest of the class was flabbergasted, most didn't even really know about elemental manipulation or what the technique even really was but it was loud, flashy and cool.
"Settle down, nothing to worry about just exit the classroom." Iruka said lamely. "Kami-sama a nine year old doing elemental shushins, what did Yondaime-sama create?" he finished muttering under his breath gazing outwards to the classroom. Unable to grasp what he was feeling at the time. Almost as if his life would never be the same again. Looking back to the door to make sure all his students had gone he was surprised to see the dead last antisocial pessimist of his class, Mitaraishi Anko. She had a look of childlike wonderment on her face, although it was hard to gauge her emotions at times. The great but evil sannin Orochimaru had left scars deep in her psyche and body that many had observed and fewer healed. Yes, Iruka thought to himself, things were going to be different.