To a ninja, every part of the body is important. The fingers and toes are just as important as the heart and the brain. Where a ninja came from issn't really important unless that place of birth gives him or her a skill that could be used by people in that clan only. But the sole purpose of blood is to fuel the body. The body is what keeps the blood pumping. Running or laughing or fighting kept blood pumping. A body is the most important thing a ninja could have. At least, Kakashi Hatake likes to think this is true.
He stood some feet away from his new team with a look of utter disapproval as they fell over one another. They were worse off than Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke had been those years earlier. Well, in the sense that they had horrible communication, but their bodies seemed to be in sync. There were two girls and one boy. The tallest of the three was the girl with the short red hair and green eyes. Her body was properly proportioned for her, making him think she would become the best fighter of the three. But the other girl had short legs and rather large brown eyes. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The boy sickeningly reminded Kakashi of Chojii. Kakashi shook his head and looked away from them. The years would be long and tiring.
His eye, which was indeed on his own body, spotted a woman walking towards the medic building with a scroll in her hand. Her fingernails were painted a bright pink and her long black hair moved in the soft breeze. He glanced back at his students for a moment, but turned his attention back to the woman he could see in the clearing. Her hips moved in a way that told him that she was shy and probably still pure. His head tilted as he stared at her legs. Her body was great. He stared at her back, but blinked before looking at her legs again. His eye widened a fraction when she turned to enter the building. Her chest was a size larger than what he had anticipated. His lips stretched into a smile underneath the mask he wore. Perfect. Her body was perfect for what he had in mind.
A loud crashing sound brought his attention back to his team. The girl with the ponytail stood beside her two teammates with a crooked smile on her face. She'd managed to subdue both of them in the small amount of time he'd looked away. Perhaps he had been wrong.