The trip to the monument passed otherwise uneventfully after the boy's mistake of eating the berries and stopping the fight between the other two students. However, Tsunade felt that the seeming peace was too good to last, and within minutes of arriving at the monument felt the momentary peace shatter as, with a reluctant sigh, she grabbed two ambitious students and pulled them away from where they had begun climbing the monument. Dragging them back, she began to explain the importance of the faces on the monument. This was interrupted by the sudden gale of giggles which emerged from the back as she noticed that two little boys were now wearing their shirts in facsimiles of beards and another who was wearing the shorts that had been over his leggings as a rather forcibly attached hat, one which by all appearances may need to be surgically removed if things did not improve. The self-satisfied smirk that the girl wore only confirmed what Tsunade was already beginning to dread when it came to how he was wearing the shorts, and Tsunade looked again to confirm that it was the same girl she had just corrected moments before, and in fact the same boy she had been beating up. Although, she did have to admit a certain admiration that she might have had for the girl under any other circumstances.
"Rin, I need you to quit beating up the boys. Do not make me ask again."
"Yes, Tsunade-sensei."
It would have sounded more sincere and contrite if it weren't for the fact that she was still smiling with a fierce pride when she answered, but Tsunade figured that that was the best that she could hope for and was ready to continue the lesson.
The weather decided how the rest of the lesson at the Hokage monument should continue as a sudden cloudburst came up, drenching them all.
By the time that Tsunade got the class back from their abortive lesson, all of them cold and shivering, and ill-tempered enough to make them want to listen only less, Tsunade was convinced that the storm cloud had been in league with Jiraiya and Minato. It had to have been.
In spite of her convictions on meteorologic conspiracies, another more pressing concern weighed on Tsunade's mind as soon as she saw the clock.
Not even another full hour had passed. Everything that had happened, and it was still a good hour or two away from lunch, let alone the end of the day.
How was there still so much time left?
Outside the wind blew, and Tsunade glared, convinced it was laughing.