Twenty nine eager little faces stared up at her expectantly from the newly seated rows of children who might come up to her waist, even now sitting across from her in an attempt to imitate her traditional lotus stance as they sat waiting on her every word. Or, that was what she thought they were waiting on, as she looked at them, amazed by the difference between this group and the flock of ill-behaved midgets she had first seen as she had watched them arriving, a good handful of whom were already beginning to show a rather impressive amount of chakra. She hadn't been able to find the roll list in the stack of papers which had been awaiting her, but she could certainly recognize those ones quite easily.
Like the one small boy with the oddly shaped glasses, which honestly resembled a cross between goggles and a visor than the traditional spectacle form who was already beginning to fidget restlessly. And the little girl who sat in among all of the boys, who had looked as sweet as honey when she had pushed one of the bigger boys for trying to tell her what to do.
Or the little boy who as soon as her back had been turned had pulled out a bandana and begun to try to tie it around his face in imitation of the shinobi masks who had surreptitiously begun a janken contest with the boy next to him. The two shoved each other roughly, and Tsunade lectured on, biting back a smile as she noticed just how different those two were as the other, dressed in the childlike gi and hakama of a martial artist which had been dyed a rather vibrant shade of green, moved to respond so enthusiastically that it was clear that there was not a subtle bone in his body.
And twenty-five other students, who also in those five minutes had begun to squirm restlessly, fidgeting a little even as they kept their faces looking so solemnly up at her. Even the one little boy who had seemed so angelic moments before was beginning to snicker as the children all clustered on top of each other to watch the janken contest between the two boys. The one who had been attempting to create a mask out of a bandana moments before won and the entire class began laughing except for the green clad boy who looked rather put out by the exchange. She bit back a chuckle thinking about how odd that it was that boys were so competitive even at this age when a small glob of goo rocketed from one of the two janken players straight towards her. Apparently, if the gales of laughter that met this were any indication, class had just officially begun. And it was war.