Author's Note: YES! The Sensei's!! I'll start it off with the Third Hokage. Though he's not a sensei, he was. Okay, okay, fine, I just wrote his piece and I didn't know where to put him. ^^; I like Kakashi's piece (I know—stupid, liking your own stuff); it came so naturally to me that I wrote it in less time than the others. On the other hand, Asuma's piece trapped me in a writer's block for two weeks and I'm still not satisfied with it.
"The 3rd Hokage Sarutobi"
I have watched this village for all of my life
Years too many to count or remember
An image of strength and intellect
A general of an army and a college professor
Chosen to carry on the will of the pillar
The founding fathers of this village
A beautiful place overgrown with curled green leaves
People—not soldiers—striving to live a life of peace
I don't fight for anything else but to protect this peace
I don't die for anything else but for my love
Of the people who lived here, of everyone
Call me sentimental old man
But this was my true calling from the start
Because I wasn't given this name to be the strongest
I loved this village the most, and that was my greatest power
"Sarutobi Asuma"
A man like me can't go without his smoke
It gives me the image of self-assurance
I hate using those unwieldy things like swords
So I go the manly way with metal fists
Though my power doesn't reach as far as to match the scarecrow
My talent is respected in the village as one of the elite
I lead my own team of brats
And I can't deny my pride of their feats
I've got a lazy-ass whose intellect exceeds all expectations
A hot-tempered girl with exceptional talents and skills
A chubby eater who wouldn't fail to cooperate in serious situations
They can hold out on their own very well (if they'd wanted to)
Failing is an impossible option for them (though escaping is not)
But I guess I'm just a man with a soft heart
Always appearing in the nick of time to save them from danger
"Yuuhi Kurenai"
Illusions surround you in a cold embrace
Invisible strings wound around nimble fingers
Slipping through the shadows like water in a stream
Icy cold, fluid, and unattainable
Warm, profound, and encompassing
Deadly as the dagger in the dark
This is the way of the shadow mistress
I am the contradiction to all presumptions
Uncompromising and unwavering in my goals
Do not take me lightly like the other females
I am the strictest teacher and the most compassionate
Especially when I see one of my kind
Struggling to free herself from the cage of hesitation
Her wings a different color from the rest, imperfect
But they are still wings—and they can still fly
"Maito Gai"
O how I love the youth!
A springtime in life where dreams were vivid
Blooming, alive, and never doubted
I cherish these three beautiful leaves
Guiding them with a warm and loving hand
One of them a son I never had the chance to have
Looking at me with his admirable and admiring gaze
Believing in my words earnestly and strongly
"Hard work can match and even surpass a natural genius."
He never failed exceeding my expectations
Earning a respect far greater and deeper than any other
Reminding me of the olden days, the "eternal rivalry"
How I sought to match the power of his prodigious talents
And succeeded to become an accepted equal
But this boy will surpass all geniuses—and me—one day
"Umino Iruka"
A teacher who aims to transcend
The boundaries between student and mentor
To make a difference in their lives
Mind them when they're no longer yours to care
And become a father they never had
Long gone was the pity I had for the boy
The jokester, the orphan, the loner
I love him as well as if he was my own son
Though I could be over protective like any parent
Letting him go and grow is the way of life
Acknowledging him to be an exceptional student
Knowing that he will become an exceptional man
My pride of him will never fall or hide
Doesn't matter if he surpasses me one day
Because he already had in my own eyes
"Hatake Kakashi"
You know me so well
Yet do you really know me?
A face hidden behind a mask
Is a face hiding many secrets
I am more than a mentor
I am a brother, father, comrade
Captain of the military team
A guide of three sprouting leaves
A man of insufferable composure
And tardiness, my team would add
I don't take my words back
I don't run from the truth
What the truth is— you figure it out
Twenty-six years aren't enough to stop walking the path
What awaits me there—well, that's for me to figure out
