Our Chibi Sensei: Chapter two
Shyakitty~
As the three shinobi walked up to the dango stand it was clear all attention was on them, or rather their sensei. And by the hairs of the third's chin! It was no question as to why, the man was a giant, and made a very imposing figure.
Or so they thought.
Not a second after noticing all the looks they were gathering, were they enveloped in a cloud of smoke signaling the dispersion of a henge. In the place of their very scary, very terrifying and absolutely insane sensei, was a small child, not even standing tall enough to reach the chins of Izumo and Kotestu. Iruka however was quite short, it was only the tall pony fixed to the his head that gave him any real height, and the top of the child's head could just touch the brunette's nose.
The child had black hair, long for a boy his age, and he wore what seemed to be a jounin flak jacket, made especially for his small size.
A shudder of embarrassment ran up the spines of the three genin who were no doubt recalling their awful defeat at the hands of an elite so dangerous, his real face wasn't put into bingo books. Apparently, that elite happened to be a child prodigy that the hokage allowed to teach them as a way of gaining experience.
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Itachi looked at his three students and could see the shame written plain as day on their faces. They must have been feeling pretty bad about trying to beat an eight year old, and losing. Badly.
Flashback
'He's insane!'
The three genin hopefuls looked up at their sensei who had just appeared on a tree branch above their heads, swinging a kunai lazily back and forth from finger to finger.
They knew about the real graduation test, sure, but they were rather surprised when 'Itachi-sensei' jumped straight to the point. There was no getting to know them, name exchanges, or even so much as a 'prepare yourselves.'
No, their sensei was insane.
He wore no shirt, allowing them to see his deathly pale torso, littered with scars, old and new alike. Below his shirtless chest were a pair of ripped, dark cargo pants tucked into jet black, spiked ninja sandals. Shark like teeth were hidden behind barely there thin lips, and dark eyes glared from below a hairless brow.
All he said was;
"If one of you can take a bell fastened to the end of this kunai," he made jerk of his hand holding the swinging kunai, " you pass."
The man came at them, the kunai prepared to strike, with two silver bells fastened at the hilt. The three hopped back swiftly, getting into position, with their backs facing each other.
The older shinobi charged then, forcing them to go on the defensive from the start. Izumo engaged his sensei first, slowly rotating to an angle where he could push the man away, off to Iruka. Itachi complied, and threw a new kunai past Kotestsu's head as he grabbed a leg swung at him by Iruka.
Suddenly there was a small explosion from right and the genin attemted to cover their vulnerable faces and backs at once.
The youngest, Iruka, was left on his bottom while their sensei got away safely.
'Safe... the kunai!'
Kotetsu and Izumo seemed to come to the same conclusion as they looked around wildly. With each turn of the head they noticed a new white slip of paper. On the trees, on the ground, suspended with ninja wire. Everywhere.
"Iruka? Do you see those?" asked Kotetsu, acting quite skittish while Iruka seemed rather confused about the question, until Izumo muttered a quick 'dispel.'
"Holy. Shit." the brunette acted both awed and terrified at the same time.
"What, in Mizu's waters is wrong with him? A minefield? He's trying to kill us!"
And indeed it was a minefield. Paper bombs littered the entire training area. Training logs, boulders, trees, the ground... and the three were in the very middle of it, with their sensei nowhere to be seen.
End Flashback
With singed hairs, burns, scrapes and bruises, the three genin finally figured out the truth behind the tests. Teamwork. Something they knew all along.
So sure, they didn't get a bell, they were angry, upset and their ego were definitely bruised, but the dango made up for it. Mostly.
The look on their sensei's face when he was caught in their prank though, that made it all worthwhile.