(A/N):…Hmmmm….the beginning is a bit boring for the easily distracted…ah, suck it up. :-P
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Night Rain
II: Annoyance
…A second time around…
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"…Oh, for kami's sake Amaya-sama..please do not run off like that!…" The middle-aged woman sighed, worry wrinkles appearing and continued. Same old. Same old. The girl swayed drowsily in the chair, it wouldn't be the first time she fell off and thumped onto the floor.
"…Hai…" She mechanically inputted, rubbing an eye, stifling a yawn.
"…Especially since Keiji-sama has been looking for Amaya-sama."
'..!..' Eh? Well, this was new.
"Onii-chan? Where? Where?" She perked up immediately, a fervent light shining in her eyes.
"Keiji-sama is—" The nurse stopped, realizing she was speaking to an empty chair, slightly shaking from previous movement.
Typical.
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Onii-chan had been gone longer this time. But he was finally back! Back! The tot could hardly keep from bursting in joy and leaping all around.
"Hai, otou-sama. I try my best."
Hearing the familiar voice, the girl's bare feet lightly screeched on the wood floor, coming to a stop to peer around the corner. For a moment, she simply stared in surprise and wonder at the two figures sitting elegantly on the floor cushions. How uncomfortable those many layers of clothing must be!
In those very few, rare occasions, she had encountered the elderly but prestigious man whom she called otou-sama. The words felt strange and unfamiliar in her mouth. Amaya stared longer at the woman, more specifically her dark eyes holding the same purple hue. Sometimes, she met with the woman, but her presence was not as frigidly intimidating.
As such, the screech drew attention to the girl's spot and she instantly walked out into view, as it would be forbiddingly rude not to do so. Keeping her head down, she properly walked in front and stopped a respectful distance, bowing down completely.
Raising her head only slightly to speak, eyes to the floor, the child recalled proper etiquette. "Good day, honorable father, honorable mother." The words were formal and blank. The man's eyes swept briefly over the child then back to the other. The woman's gaze lingered longer and she gave a small smile then spoke quietly to the child while her spouse continued his talk with their eldest.
"You can stop bowing now dear." Her smooth voice, like the wind gliding through the clouds.
Amaya cautiously straightened her back, so she was kneeling in the same manner as her older brother.
"…Good, good, that's excellent to hear. You'll make a proud heir yet." For the first time in her life, the girl saw the man give the closest thing to a smile, a short upturn of his mouth and curt, approving nod of the head.
'…Creee-peee…'
"Thank you otou-sama." With another bow, the girl soon copying after, the young man stood afterwards and took Amaya's hand in his, walking out.
As soon as the two reached the back gardens, Amaya launched herself onto him.
"Onii-chan! Onii-chan! You're back! Did you miss me? Did ya? I missed you a lot!" Giving a hearty laugh, he spun around in a circle with the giggling tot attached to his front.
"Yes, I missed you most of all. Just what mischief and trouble have you been up to while I was gone?" His purple eyes akin to hers crinkled in a questioning grin. At this, Amaya gave a sly look and giggled naughtily, she shifted up higher and whispered wickedly into her brother's ear, shielding the confessions with cupped hands.
"Neh, I put froggies into the cranky cook lady's apron pockets! But the froggies would get hungry! So I freed a lot of crickets! But the crickets would get hungry too! So I put out lots of candy! …Crickets like candy..right? Except the ants kept eating them!" One by one she came clean of her unruly deeds, though seeming to take overjoyed pride in them instead of red-faced shame.
"Hahaha, you're going to get caught one day, and then you'll really get it." He teasingly poked her nose in with a finger. She hopped down and then exclaimed. "Oh! I also met a new play buddy today!" She remembered ecstatically while raising her arms up, "Though…he's a weeeird play buddy.." She scrunched her face up in recollection.
Keiji raised his eyebrows astonishingly and raked a hand through his sandy hair. "You mean you actually like one of them?" By them, he had referred to the young children from other potent households and clans who were close associates to the Ishiguro household; play dates were scheduled for the young ones, but less and less were arranged to the Ishiguro household as the other often ended up in tears.
The tot scowled deeply and angrily stuck out her tongue out. "Yeeck! No way!" They never wanted to do anything fun outside, and they were horrible losers in indoor games. Onii-chan had called them spoiled brats. Amaya had then asked if they tasted bad and her last, appointed playmate had ran away crying with a bite mark in his arm. She later announced that they indeed tasted spoiled.
She quickly brightened. "No, he was in the forest! He kissie my owchie!" Here, she pointed to the small bruise on her forehead.
"Mm?" He bent down and peered closer, noticing the slight discoloring. She happily rambled on.
"And I made all his shiny things all pretty! But I really think he is a doggie, even if he says he isn't! Hmm..those mean crows…Maybe his pretty fur will grow back?"
"—Hold on. The forest? Amaya, its no longer safe to go to such places alone. Promise me you won't go there anymore."
"But!"
"Sss! Nope. Can't wriggle out of this one. I'm serious this time. Don't worry, I'll get all your toys from your hiding place." He ended with a reassuring smile.
"Secret hiding place!" She heatedly corrected, whishing her head around to see if anyone was eavesdropping.
"Right, right. Secret hiding place." He repeated with a hushed voice, rolling his eyes humorously.
"Onii-chan! Only one more year right!" She brightly asked.
"…Ah..that's right..yes, then you can enter the academy. Hmm…you're still set on that aren't you?"
"Yeah, yeah! It'll be fun!"
"…mm…yeah..fun.." He gave a half smile.
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One Year Later
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The brushings and hushed tones of the taboo word, 'war', were becoming louder. His father had stated the truth of it so. But nothing could deter the young one from the excitement of his first day at the academy. Of course, he had to keep such emotions in check. Such was the utmost rule of the shinobi.
"NAAANI?" ((what))
"Hmm?" The girl turned, her mauve eyes blinking in puzzlement. She saw a masked boy standing frigid behind her, his eyes wide as if he had seen an oni.
He would have even recognized the back of her head, the familiar scruff of midnight hair. Her face and eyes only confirmed it, just slightly older; the baby fat had toned down. They had only met once before, almost a year ago in the Eastland forests. Kakashi had gone back once to a certain spot, only to find all her toys and such to have vanished and hadn't thought of her since. Until.
"You!" He griped out. "You!" He pointed a shaking finger at her. The memory of that afternoon all rushed back.
She completely turned around and placed her hands at her hips annoyingly, scrunching up her mouth. "OI!" Then completely relaxed, pointing to herself. "…Do I know you…?"
CRASH!
"…Mm..neh, neh…are you okay?"
Twitch, twitch.
She decided the ruler would have to make do since her stick of poking power was safely horded away in her room.
He had forgotten how hard she could poke.
Poke. Poke. Poke-poke-poke-poke. Snap!
"Yay! You're okay! ….Ano…that wasn't mine…" The ruler was broken in two, jagged splinters stuck out.
"Ah-em." Both looked up at the adult shinobi standing before them, he raised an eyebrow at the ruler in the boy's hand.
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Just how was he going to explain to his father that he needed to go buy a wooden ruler? Seats had quickly filled up while the two were in their most warm reunion, only two in the back remained.
Greeeaaat. Kakashi mentally cursed at having to sit next to the girl as well as having to suffer sitting in one of the worst spots of the classroom, well, worst for someone who actually wanted to learn. The back was decently filled with the typical lazy, sleepers, skippers, etc. Similar thoughts crossed Amaya's mind, she wanted to be in the front row! That stupid boy…
Roll was called. The class of students turned out much larger then Kakashi had thought there would be. Figures, the academy was bending the restrictions to allow more and younger children in. Only a few knew of the real reason, a father with high connections was quite helpful: Konoha was in desperate need of more ninja reserves…'just in case' as he heard it. As Kakashi looked around though, he was among the youngest academy students.
"…Ishiguro Amaya."
"HEEERE!"
Ow.
The sudden exclamation jolted Kakashi out of his muses. He'd forgotten how loud she could be as well. The girl was beamingly raising a hand in accordance with her shout. Those napping nearby had snorted out of their snooze, grumpily narrowing their eyes at the youth.
'…Ishiguro…!' Ah. The prominent Ishiguro household. But strange, the Households were different to that of the Clans of Konoha. It was extremely rare to find a non-shinobi in a Clan; the complete opposite could be said in a Household. They were more connected to the daimyo and the imperial units of the country. A balance. A way of passage between the feudal lords and the Kages. But as all clans, dwelling in their own secrets of knowledge and battle. Peculiar, to send their own child...
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If he didn't think she was annoying before, then she was annoying. Wait..that didn't make sense…well, she's annoying anyway. Kakashi was becoming worried for his state of mind the longer he sat next to her.
"I only remember a kawaii, silvery doggie…"
"It wasn't a dog-I'm not a dog—"
"—Phish…I think I can tell the difference between a dog and a boy—"
"—I am a dog!—No!—I am that dog!—Damn it!—"
"—Oooooooo…you said a baaaad wooord!"
"Grrrrrrr…."
"Hehe, well, you sure do growl like one. Maybe you're related to that dog…"
"…You're maddening…"
"KAKASHI!" The two stopped their whispered conversation and narrowed eye staring/glaring contest as the sensei stood impatiently in the front of the classroom, tapping a foot; their classmates snickered quietly.
"…Well…?" The sensei asked, the mask luckily concealed the blank look on the boy's face.
"…Well, Kakashi…do you have the answer?"
Rule 3: A shinobi must remain calm and composed at all times.
'…Damn it, damn it…I didn't hear the question to begin with..! Ah…crap…'
"…Can you restate the question, I couldn't quite hear it all from back here." The sensei frowned dubiously but cleared his voice anyway.
"The question was: what is the proper stance one should take when fighting close-range and outnumbered?"
Ha. Easy. He couldn't but give a small smirk. He learned practically everything from his father and more so on his own. This academy had all but just reviewed what he already knew beforehand.
And thus he quoted. "The proper stance a shinobi must assume when forced to battle close hand and outnumbered by the enemy should be one of readiness to encounter any attacks from all opposing directions. Thus, if possible, the basic tiger crouch should be induced, sideways and dropping in, exposing as little of the body as possible to the enemy while keeping as much of the adversaries in sight, arms and hands at the ready while keeping the feet pointing straight to allow full movement and not a fatal giveaway to the foes of a planned directional approach."
Afterwards, there was slight silence as heads turned in surprise and wonder. Oi…was that a tiny toddler back there…?
"…Well…" Began the teacher. "A simple 'defensive position 22' would have done..but an excellent explanation nonetheless!"
"…Uh…sensei…?" A small voice interrupted, as a hand slowly raised up.
"Hmm? Yes, Tonbo?"
"..Umm..whats a adver..adver..sarmeesomethin—"
"—Adversaries." A clear voice rang out. Heads turned again.
"It means bad guys." The purple eyed one smiled warmly as she continued in a friendly voice. "Basically, when a lot of bad guys are around you, crouch real low like a brave tiger and get ready to fight." The clock ticked by for two seconds, as the information digested. Immediately afterwards, every student in the classroom exclaimed in understanding union.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH…I GET IT NOOOW…"
Amaya smiled. And Kakashi huffed angrily.
'…Just when did she get so smart…' And then the boy thought back to their first meeting. The sly, little remarks she dropped offhandedly of him having a big head and such. And the sneakiness. No way that little brat could be so sneaky…Thaaaat's riiight. Pretend to be all cute and innocent—ugly and innocent…He was onto her.
"…What's your problem…?"
He didn't reply but continued to squint at her sideways untrustingly, crossing his arms. The girl wrinkled her face puzzlingly, then greatly stuck her tongue out while making an insulting noise. The boy made a disapproving irritated noise in the back of his throat while furrowing his brows deeper, sniffing and looking away.
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"…Eeeh..Kakashi-san, why are you acting so weird…?" The other two matched the boy's wary and baffled expression. Kakashi merely scouted further ahead in response, highly tense and on guard like some rabid kung-fu street cat, swishing his arms in front protectively. He suddenly then appeared before the scar faced tot.
"Ssh. Be quiet." And just as quick, he reassumed his position ahead, edgily observing the surroundings. Yet he momentarily thought 'Geez…he's even younger then me..'
Their current lesson was building teamwork and stealth using the classic four-man group. They had practiced this exercise times before, switching groups every time. This time though, the sensei decided to amusingly, as well as hopefully extra-motivating; place a boys vs. girls competition, winners proceeding to battle against the other victorious team. The game, capture the flag, ninja style.
"..Oi, Kakashi, Iruka-kun is right…you seem waaay too paranoid…" The child who spoke frowned, a hand to a hip. He sucked on the candy stick in his mouth thoughtfully then took it out in a considering manner. "I mean, what's with you, so what if we lose, its just another game with another team."
The boy in front seemed to have not heard at all and continued on with his jumpy movements, muttering to himself. "…Come out wherever you are…"
The ignored teammate hung his head wearily and stuck the stick back in his mouth. He reasoned that Kakashi had good reason to be extra jumpy around this particular team. Over the weeks, it became clear that the Hatake was in a class all of his own, even those older as himself held their classmate in awe.
The prodigy was a true shinobi, he never lost his cool. Except. Except around her. And he truly would be in a class of his own, if it wasn't. If it wasn't for her. 'Her', as Kakashi tended to refer to, either her or that sneaky little…female dog… or rotten brat.
He started to dub the girl more with the first and last names as the second had landed him in quite some trouble when a student had asked the sensei what …female dog… meant, and innocently pointed out Kakashi as the source of the word when asked where the child had even heard such things. The sensei mumbled angrily at how a four year old had such an unbelievingly foul mouth.
..Learned it off the streets. Was the cool answer. But in any case, the girl proved herself as a worthy opponent nearly equal to that of the genius, occasionally correcting or adding on to things Kakashi said in the classroom and as usual, earning her a sour glare that was reflected right back. It didn't help that she found it irresistibly fun to 1.) sneaking up on Kakashi, earning her the well renowned talent of being the only one to cause 'eep' to utter from the boy's mouth, and 2.) to prod and goad him to no end for her own amusement.
The sensei kept the two seated together, but moved them to the front, to the half happy/protesting reactions of the two, so he could keep a closer eye in case one of them decided to finally strangle the other.
Eeeh? Noooo, the 13th offensive position is best for that kind of situation.
Baka, it's the 14th position that would be most benefiting.
Shove it Scarecrow! It's the 13th!
Up yours.
What you say?
You heard me…
Indeed, their teacher called it 'balance' as it were, yin and yang. Whatever you say sensei…the students deemed, obediently nodding along …just don't blame us when they kill each other…of course we absolutely tried to stop them sensei! What do you take us for! …We were running away to get help! …Yeees, it most certainly took every single one of us to run out and get help!
"Oi, Asuma!"
The pondering boy shook out of his thoughts and turned to the other.
"Does it look better behind the right ear? Or the left?" The eldest in the group, though undoubtedly not acting as such, punctuated his words by modeling the senbon first behind his right ear, then his left.
"Well?"
Asuma looked on with thin lines for eyes, the stick dangling slightly out of the corner of his mouth. He slapped his head with a hand.
"Jeez…Genma, do you have any idea how dumb you look…"
The brown-haired elder raised his eyebrows in question, then scowled teasingly. "Heh, not as stupid as those candy cigarettes you keep 'smoking'. Sheesh, I heard real smoking is bad for you, especially for ninja."
Asuma pouted his lips. "Well, I like it. Plus, they make a nice treat." At this, he happily bit off a piece of the sugary stick to demonstrate. Genma only continued to shake his tutting head.
"Instead of lung cancer, you're going to get some major cavities."
The boy merely grinned and bit off another piece.
"Okay, now seriously, pay attention, you too Iruka, right ear? Or left ear?" He carefully modeled both aspects once more.
"How about in your mouth, so you can accidentally swallow and choke on it."
He twirled the senbon in the air and sighed. "Hahaha, very funny Asuma, or should I replace your smokes with chalk again eh? Besides, I tried wearing it as a necklace, in my hair, I even considered maybe piercing an ear for that gothic but tough guy look, and it would just get in the way of boogers if I made it into a nose pierce bullring minus the ring, just where can I put it…"
And finally. Genma realized something.
That wasn't Asuma's voice. That wasn't Asuma's voice, at all.
The stunned boy froze; missing catching his needle on its air twirl and without looking, he slowly moved his shaking hand to reach out to the slim, metal rod carrying the flag. The flag…yes the flag…eheh…where was the flag… As his hand desperately flailed around, feeling no hint of any kind of fabric, he wildly turned to face the short pole. Bare pole.
And along with the pole, his teammates. Hogtied, literally, apples in mouths-just where the heck did they get apples?-tied up to hang from a wooden rod shouldered up by two girls on each end. Who looked absolutely, positively smug.
Quite contrastingly, the two boys locked Genma with a fierce, burning glower that seemed to scream bloody murder: 'FIIIINAAALLY!-YOU-STOPPED-BLABBERING-AND-ACTUALLY-LOOKED-YOU-DIM-WITTED-DENSE-MORON-OF-A-BABOOOON!'
Yeesh…even that little squirt, Iruka, managed a decent, bone-chilling glare.
The red eyed girl shouldering up the end of the rod with Asuma on it, quirked an amused eyebrow and nicked the pack of candy cigars and started to enjoy one gleefully. Genma was a little relieved when one of the glares switched from him to target the robber. If anything, Asuma's glare intensified at the daring girl and changed its previous message to pinpoint the her with 'I'll-kill-you-I-really-will-kill-you…'
The boy quickly looked to Kakashi, who was…walking around in a large circle still muttering insanely…? A genjutsu? Specifically targeted on Kakashi? Oiyoiyoi…
A third girl emerged from the darkness of the woods, and tautened the rope with an ominous 'snap!' in her hands; a most evil smirk played on her lips.
Genma nervously smiled while sweat dropping immensely and started to back away.
"Hehehe…heeeey…Kurenai, Shizune, Kaida…what's up guys…" He then immediately pivoted to bolt, where a solid object met his chest. The fallen boy sat on his bottom and looked up at the foot that stopped him.
She lowered the foot back down. Her dark, purple eyes glinted diabolically as she tossed a red apple up and down in a hand. She then took a bite with loud 'crunch!' that made the boy wince in thinking what part of his body could make that sound.
"Like I said…that senbon would look good…inside your throat."
Rule 15: A shinobi must remain strong in the face of any kind of mental or physical torture or fear-inducing methods no matter the situation.
He felt a warm liquid soak the seat of his pants. He later learned that the yellow tint would never fully wash out.
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The four girls grandly marched into the clearing where their sensei was awaiting them. Two girls on each side proudly shouldered the three hogtied boys held up by a single, thick rod. The metal rod held the boy's team flag, hoisted high in the air by the grinning Amaya. Their sensei stood, watching the group approach, trying to keep a straight face; the shaking shoulders gave it away.
The boys, unable to speak with the apples lodged painfully, and firmly in their mouths, settled to glare accusingly at each other with mental messages of You did it! No you got us into it! No it was so your fault! As if! Oh, go jump off a cliff! Gladly! Go stuff a sock in it! Too late, apple anyone?
They stopped upon reaching the man, who desperately bit the insides of his the cheek to keep from madly grinning along with the girls. The three furiously shamed boys refused to look anywhere near their sensei.
"Well… 'snicker, snicker'…job well done… 'snicker' …girls. In record time too… 'snicker'." At last, the sensei seemed to regain control as he continued.
"Congratulations girl team #4, you nearly won the competition." He concluded with a smile. All seven students then gave a blank look and blinked, speaking in unison.
"…Near…leeee?"
"Yes, nearly." A familiar, composed voice stated as a projectile suddenly shot down from the air like a harpoon. A similar metal pole stuck slightly slanted but neatly in the ground, right before Amaya's feet. A flag waved at the top. Their flag.
Following the flag came a 'poof!' of smoke revealing Kakashi, lightly leaning against the flagpole with his arms crossed. He held up a hand in greeting. "Yo." The greeting was overly obviously meant for a certain, fuming girl, as it was directed at her. The boys were dropped to the ground in shock but yet they mumbled incoherently through their apples, eyes wide and brimming with admiration and thanks.
Despite his nonchalant appearance and tone of voice, inside, the masked boy crazily danced his happy dance while laughing insanely in triumph.
'TAAAKE THAAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! I WIIIIN! I FINAALLY WIIIIN! BOOO-YEAAH!'
"…So…nice game." He calmly held out a hand.
'NANANANANAAAAANA! III WIN, III WIN, III WIIIIN!'
Having no other choice but to remain sportsmanship-like, Amaya forced a terrifying smile, eye twitching.
Still keeping the forced smile, she stated through gritted teeth. "…Yeah…nice game…hehe…"
Uh-oh. Bad move. But to take his hand back now…it would be strange and unsportsman-like. A quick shake, touch and go and—Ooooooowwww…
There was audible cracking as the girl continued to shake the boy's hand up and down. Kakashi steeled himself from yowling out in pain. Ooo…there goes a knuckle socket.. Her grip was inhumanely strong and brutal. Amaya's smile quickly turned to that of a genuine one.
Her voice was creepy. Happy creepy. The over sugariness and glomps of syrup dripping from every miniscule millimeter of lettering in each word. "..Wow, Kakashi-san! You're soooo great and smart!"
'…Yes..yes..you can let go of my hand now…hehehe…ssss…eeeeooowwwahhahaaahhhhh…'
Crack! Pop! Pop! His hand couldn't move, pulling his arm back only rewarded him with new shots of pain. Fingers stuck out stiffly. He frighteningly wondered if they would fall off limply or shoot out in all directions like over pressured soda caps.
"I mean, escaping my genjutsu and everything! You're reeeally, reeeally gooood!"
'…ahh..pain..pain…going…numb…numbing…' Would he resort to such measures? Yes, he would.
The numbing actually made it a bit easier to talk. "Ahahaha, it really is nothing...'grimace'...your team was by far the most challenging…weren't they…sensei…?" At the last part, he turned his head to the man-oi! was he snickering back there?-smiling and laughing along while flicking his eyes back and forth from their still shaking hands to his sensei.
'..Ah, I guess I should stop this before his hand is squeezed into dust..'
"Yes, yes, good game everyone." He proclaimed, stepping in between the two, gently prying the shaking hands apart. Still eerily smiling, Amaya managed one final squeeze, before letting go. Behind the wall of protection that was their sensei, Kakashi gingerly nursed the hand but nevertheless gave a self-satisfied narrowing of the eyes at the girl. He could clearly imagine the smoke coming out of her nostrils as she snorted like a bull seeing red.
He couldn't help it. He really couldn't. It just happened. It had a mind of its own-as the saying goes.
With his non-injured hand, he reached a finger up and pulled down the skin under an eye, mockingly sticking his tongue out despite the mask, a little, moist tent forming to show so. Her own, signature, eye pull and stuck out tongue, especially reserved for him: thrown back with a vengeance.
Amaya's hands at her sides tensed like claws all too ready to gouge out the boy's eyes, limbs, anything. Seeing the threatening bordering on psychopath-ready-to-torture look on her face made him think if it was such a good idea to provoke her, but it was just too much fun and satisfying settling of scores-live and live more in the moment!
"Of course, Kakashi, I don't really know if your team should even be allowed to win."
The look that kid gave him was plain scary. Some would say that a four year old attempting a death glare would be entirely cheek pinching adorable. Those people had obviously not been acquainted with the Hatake kid. The chilling stare was just as equivalent as him holding a knife at his throat. The memo was all too clear. ..Don't. You. Dare…
Suppressing a gulp, he regained his nerves and bravely continued on.
"Now, now, the girls actually did manage to capture the flag as well as capturing your teammates as well. Yes, you did came back with their flag first but think differently. What's the point of a ninja's success in a mission if he bargains all of his teammates in the process? A shinobi must take all matters in consideration and weigh the options, determining whether such sacrifice is actually necessary. I believe that last bit was dutifully explained by Amaya here last class." Here he gestured to the girl who couldn't be shining any brighter like the sun.
Kakashi looked down and slightly sulked, mumbling. "…Teacher's pet…"
Twitch. "…I heard that…"
"And Amaya, completing the mission is one thing, but getting carried away is another. Remember the three key points a shinobi strives for when completing missions. As quickly, unnoticeably, and efficiently as possible. I believe it was Kakashi that pointed this out last class as well." Moving his hand to gesture to the boy who was looking in sideways with a pleased sneer.
It was her turn to look elsewhere and sulk. "…Teacher's pet…"
Twitch. "…Grrrr…"
"…hehe..fine…teacher's dog…"
"…This dog bites…"
"All bark and no bite…"
"…Watch it…"
"Ehahaha…now you two, quiet down, I have considered the performance of both teams and have come to a clear verdict regarding a winner." Both teams looked up expectantly at their sensei.
"You're both winners! It's a tie!" The sensei beamed.
A very large CRAAASH sounded in the woods, followed by indignant shouts of which three were muffled.
"NAAAAAAAAANIIIIIIIIII!"
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