Hello, again. Sorry this took so long, but I've been in a grade crisis at the moment (try the past four months) Damn World History!! If the world could just get along, then there would be less for me to memorize!!

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Disclaimer(s): Naruto is not mine. Sue me and you will get NOTHING!!; Naruto is not mine. Do I really have to write this EVERY chapter? Oh, well.; No disclaimer in Chap. 3, oops!!; I don't own Naruto, I never will… you know the drill.; THIS ISN'T EVEN NARUTO!! JUST A COUPLE OF THINGS FROM IT!! WHY DO I HAVE TO WRITE DISCLAIMERS EVERY TIME??

And by the way, I am still alive.

No further ado.

You Fail! Or… Maybe Not.

"You bakas are nothing but a bunch of whining kids, just like the rest of them. I've only ever found one team to ever come up to my satisfaction, so I'm not even really sure why I thought you would be different," Sensei told team two.

"Who was the team you passed?"

"A team a while back, Cell 18. In it was one of the best students I could've ever asked for. His name was Hatake Kakashi, but he's a jounin now."

The team heard the iciness in his voice, so they waited for Sensei to say more. It took him several minutes to say anything more, however; a few minutes of Kirimaru's boredom, Aoi's sulking, Akane's fretting, and Kitara's… well, uncaring. She, out of the four, was the only one who didn't look like she gave a damn as to whether or not they passed or failed. She sat up against one of the four stumps, sitting like she did the day before when Sensei had first met them.

Sensei wiped some of the brown hair from in front of his eyes and said, "I'll give you one more chance." At this team two brightened up considerably.

"Don't feed Kirimaru any lunch, and after lunch there will be another test. If any of you feed him anything, however, all of you will fail. This exercise is as simple as that. Do you think you can do it?"

After getting the yes' from the team, Sensei disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving the team to lunch. As soon as he was gone, however, Kitara took her untouched lunch and a kunai knife, walked over to the stump, and freed Kirimaru.

"Eat. I'm in training, so I'm not going to eat. If you don't, then it will be a wasted lunch."

"Suchi," Akane protested, "Sensei said—"

"I don't give a damn what Sensei said, Kirimaru will eat, rest up, and then we'll stand a better chance of beating this stupid test."

Sensei, who had been listening from behind a tree and was a little irritated at being so freely insulted like that, appeared out of nowhere in a billowing puff of smoke.

"YOU GUYS...!!"

Kirimaru yelped.

Akane screamed.

"... Pass."

Sensei chuckled at the student's confusion.

"Huh?" Akane stared, unblinking in confusion.

"Uh..." Kirimaru stuttered.

Aoi's glaring eyes glazed with uncertainty.

Kitara still looked uncaring.

"Pass?" Akane asked. "But why?"

"You guys are the second," Sensei continued.

"Huh?" Even with her advanced mind, Akane didn't get it.

"?" Neither did Kirimaru, but Sensei had expected that.

"Everyone else would just do whatever I told them. They were all just bakemonos," he explained to his bewildered audience, "A ninja must see underneath the underneath. Those who break the rules and codes of the ninja world are called trash. But you know what?"

Kitara finished for him, an image of her dead friend fresh in her mind, "Those who don't take care of their comrades are lower than trash."