Chapter 2:
My first year Teacher is a Witch! Mage?
The sound of hurried children was loud throughout the hidden leaf. Hundreds of feet rushing through the streets, with our little heroine Sarah bringing up the rear of this herd of children. Many were so excited they'd rushed out early, but most were all late risers like Sarah as they rushed to get in on time. They were met by the smiling face of the school's current head Teacher, Konohamaru Sarutobi.
"Welcome! Now now everyone calm down!" He shouted, the children still clammering excitedly. "I said!" while raising his hand, a sphere of beautifully spinning blue chakra quickly forming, before slamming it agains the School's nearby bell, causing it to shake and ring so loud even people a block down would be stunned. "Chill!" as quickly the loud and very sudden ringing made the mob of children quiet down, some in awe at their first sight of the legendary Rasengan, some in genuine respect for the teacher, but most due to the now very loud ringing in their ears disorienting them.
A soft chuckle coming from behind him, as one of the new teachers, Medea, walked up beside him. "Now now Konohamaru, was that entirely necessary?" She smiled. The woman had long straight blue hair that was partially hidden by the black cloak she wore over her purple dress, though those eyes alone would make her stand out in any crowd. Bright Sapphires that glowed with a deep almost mystic glow, highlighting her gorgeous features.
"I guess not," He chuckled out, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, everyone! We are going to call out your names, and when we do, we will assign u to one of our teachers as your new homeroom teacher. They will be your friend, guide, and teacher for the next 6 years as you learn the ways of being a Shinobi!" He said with a grin, followed by the excited cheers of children eager to find out what cool jonin or chunin they'll get as their teacher.
The teachers all moved behind him, awaiting their new students as the first hour was spent slowly thinning the herd, until only 9 children were left, and a single teacher. Sarah looked passed a few of the other kids, meeting the eyes of that teacher who'd first started spoken with Konohamaru. The look in that woman's eyes, it made Sarah shudder.
It reminded her of how her mother Haley got whenever her mom Hina went on a dangerous mission. A look of pure sadism, as if anything that so much as sneezed in the direction of something she cared for would be turned into the next soil pot for her store with the Yamanaka's. This woman's though, it was more like that sadism was always on. Like the mere sight of anything gave her ideas, and it sent chills through Sarah. Not chills of fear though, chills of excitement. For Sarah had a secret talent, and she was very eager to practice once she began schooling.
Her new teacher however seemed to notice that excitement, as she slowly gained a wide grin.
"Sarah Evaresia, Hana Hyuga, Kimisa Lilium, Momosa Lilium, Aureum Claudius, Takata, Myssy Pendragon, Rebellia Voidure, and Jamie Kahn. Please step forward." he called out, a smile as this class was almost entirely made of the new citizen's children. Even the Hyuga, Hana, was the child of Hanabi and a new member by the name of Layeh Evaresia, the twin sister of Sarah's mother Haley.
Each child smiled, even the otherwise reclusive Sarah. Konohamaru had only met her once, during her entrance exam, but he knew she was a prodigy. Especially given he was one of the few who knew the secret of her parentage, she was going to be something great.
Hana was an adorable fluffball as she jogged up. Wearing a thick pink jacket of fluff overtop of a close fitting blue and pink tank top and matching shorts with a bunny headband, and a matching symbol on the chest of her shirt, she kept her tools in a pouch on her lower back. She was tiny, even for her age, but the energy she carried in that big grin and speedy step told him she was gonna be the smile in whatever team she'd be in.
Kimisa was a quiet one, most of the time going by Kimi, and wore clothing that hid most of her features. a large purple and black hoodie with small horns on the hood, overtop of a black shirt that was probabvly a size too big, and a knee length skirt overtop of black leggings. Her hood also hid her short lavender hair, and glasses that barely hid her purple eyes, The girl seemed like she'd fit right in with either the Nara or Aburame clan, but the nara clan was a better fit given her talent.
Momosa was her older sister, though only by a year. She had waited for her sister to be old enough to enroll, before doing so herself. She was very different than her sister. Her massively curly brown hair was out in the open as was her very brilliant smile. Her almost blood red eyes complimented her gentle complexion fairly well, and her tight white dress left little to the imagination, especially for one as young as she was, but was made up for at least a bit by the red leggings she wore, and the fact she seemed to, at least for the moment, tone back her otherwise flamboyantly flirty nature. A belt around her dress gave it a bit of a nicer look, though the leathery belt resembled a cord more than a belt, and she wore a pair of specs that always needed adjusting.
Aureum was, in a word, her name. Gold. Her hair shined like actual gold, and she resembled her mother in child form almost perfectly. The only noticeable difference between Aureum and her mother Nero would be the eyes, and the body markings. Her eyes were bright pink, and all over her arms and legs were markings almost akin to vines. Aside from that however, she was basically her mother 2.0, complete with bright red rose day dress, and matching heels. He'd question her ability for stealth, but remembered her specialty so far had been much more along the lines of destructive force, and quickly assumed her flamboyant nature and talents would lead her to be her team's firepower, rather than their intel.
Takata was something very different. A quiet child, with an air that spoke of great pestige. Being a child of one of, if not The wealthiest man in Konoha might do that, but she did not bare a hint of arrogance. Her father had once, but his wife had quickly knocked that out of him. At least, that's what he'd heard when he'd met them together. She had black hair that was tied in a long tail, decorated in mesopatamian style jewelry, clothing that was clearly made of hand tailored leathers and sewn into decorative patterns of ancient symbols by hand. Her eyes were bright red, but closer to that of soft rubies than the bloody red of Momosa's, and her expression was reserved to put it simply. She seemed excited though, if the small tapping of her finger on her folded hands, and the hint of a smile on those flat lined lips seemed to be any indication.
Myssy, or as she constantly insisted on being called, Mhx, was definitely an oddball. She wore the uniform of some other culture's sport, which he heard her mention a few times to be baseball, with a matching hat along with it that hid her blonde hair, save for a single strand that stuck out, somehow, though the hat now had the konoha symbol on the front rather than what it had had before. Her eyes sparkled bright blue, as if shimmering with hope itself. She always carried a wrapped item along her back that seemed way too big for her to carry, but she insisted, saying it was a gift from her parents. She was definitely a fast one though, from her entrance exams, and she had a luck to her that was certainly unique.
Rebellia, or Rebel as she was called, was similar in appearance, but with paler skin, and yellow eyes instead of Mhx's blue, and wore a scarf that hid her lips most of the time over a thick hoodie and nerdy clothing underneath, with a short skirt that seemed oddly revealing given the rest of her clothing, and stockings. She was a very quiet girl, often he saw her eating at the same barbecue hut and ramen spots that Choji-sensai and Boss did, gorging herself, yet she never gained an ounce of weight. She also was a lot stronger than she looked, if seeing her lift an entire restaurant bar to try and grab a piece of candy she dropped under it was any indication.
The last was Jamie. She was very close to Momosa's sister Kimi, protectively so, and he could see the blossoming of young love between them. She was a blonde with a freckled face, and a resting bitch face that scared most boys and girls in an instant. She was athletic for her age, and wore jogging clothing almost 24/7, even now, with an arm wrapped around Kimi protectively. It was almost too cute to see such a love so young, and so clear. It reminded him of how oblivious he had been in his youth.
Medea grinned, analyzing each child, her lips moving so fast only Konohamaru even noticed they were. He shot her a glance, as she grinned and stopped. "What? Oh calm yourself, I wasn't doing anything reckless," She replied with a coy grin.
"Uh huh. Last time you told me that, I found a bully henged into a frog on a thursday," he said deadpanned. She giggled innocently.
"I've no idea what you are implying Kono-kun," winking at him, turning the Honorable grandson blush bright red. "Now class, follow me. I am Medea Circete, and I will be your teacher for the next several years," She said, turning and floating toward the academy, her feet visibly lifting off the ground as if to show the students just how far they had to go.
All of them hurriedly followed suit, in their own ways at least, as she lead them to each section of the school to help them learn where everything is, before leading them to their new classroom. A large wooden room, with a few rows of seats to let the children group up as they like, as well as a main desk for the Teacher. However, she had clearly made a few strange additions. A set of clear crystal flasks on her desk, as well as large cabinets decorating each corner of the room, and a large greyish skeleton that didn't look quite human resting against one wall, a matching colored and textured sword that looked about the size of a door resting beside it.
"Uhh, this looks a bit, weird doesn't it?" Sarah whispered to Hana as they all sat down. Most were already friends and quite close, so their seats all quickly got close to each other.
Hana giggled. "She just eccentric! Mama say no good judge others," she responded. It was pretty clear that this wasn't her first language still, but all of them had never minded as they'd known each other for at least several years now.
"Yeah, she is right," Kimi responded with that quiet monotone of hers, as her and Jamie sat hands held under the desk.
"I still feel we should keep an eye out, just in case," Takata responded, a calm yet suspicious twinge to her voice.
"Maybe she's a witch! Ohhhh I hope she teaches us magic!" was Momo's energized response, smiling brightly as she held her current book close, a full history of water jutsu.
"Oh please, she's just some crazy old chick like Anko-Sama. She probably just put this stuff here to scare us," Mhx answered, yawning a bit as she put up her feet.
Rebel began laying out snacks, offering everyone one of their choosing. "Perhaps she is, or maybe she knows we will think that and is letting her things be out. Plain view can sometimes be the greatest hiding spot," she said quietly. Many quietly began contemplating that, as Rebel had always been the wisest among them. Momo might of been the smartest, but she also was the most eccentric and second most energetic, so that brilliance often came to their detriment.
"Whatever she is, it will be a fun year Uzu!" Declared Aureum, grinning ear to ear as their teacher rejoined them.
"Apologies class, i had to get my lesson plan from the principle," She explained before promptly snapping her fingers and tossing the stack of papers she carried into the trash, which then procedded to catch fire, leaving her class sweatdropping. "Much Better," She said with a widening grin.
Suddenly the entire class seemed much colder, despite the crackling flame. Many silently watched, mixed between excited, intrigued, and terrified of what they'd just signed up for.
"Now, any questions?" She asked with a smile as she grabbed some chalk.
"Are you a witch?" Asked Momo right off the bat. A very dark air suddenly filled the room, causing all the children to audibly gulp at the sound of the chalk breaking. Slowly, their teacher turned to face them, eyes closed and smiling, but her aura was anything but pleasant.
"I prefer to be called a Mage. Please refrain from using that word again, if of course, you enjoy having thumbs," was her only response, before returning to the board, fresh chalk in hand as she began our first lecture with a kindly grin.
Not a one of us dared ever say that word again for our entire time under her tutelage. After all, thumbs were important, right?