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Naruto does not belong to me.

#9. Flour

He burst out laughing as Iruka-sensei walked through the door, triggering his carefully laid trap.

"Hahaha, Iruka-sensei! You fell for it!"

Fuming, Iruka slowly sat down at his desk, wiping the sticky rice flour from his face.

All but two of Naruto's classmates groaned, being used to his disruptive antics. One threw a calligraphy pen at him.

It was the only time they paid attention to him at all.

The other classmate, who had not groaned and not thrown the calligraphy pen, giggled softly behind her hand.