Once inside the classroom again, Tsunade tried to resume the abruptly ended lesson in the classroom, but the hopes of success were even slimmer now that all of the students were ill-tempered and drenched from their trip. Using a quick warming jitsu to keep the student's from becoming ill, mostly on instinct from her training as a medic nin rather than any true concern over their well being at this point. Honestly, she was beginning to feel as if the germs had all decided that the students becoming ill would only serve to make them tractable.
Almost as if to prove this point, at that moment a frog leaped out of one of someone's pocket. The pocket of a rather delicate looking tomboy with waist length black hair braided into pigtails if the blur from her eye was to be judged as accurate.
Pandemonium instantly erupted in the class as everyone began to search for the frog and recapture the creature. All except for one of the youngest students who began to howl inconsolably from where he sat with his arms wrapped around his knees, his white shirt beginning to show obvious tear marks from his crying.
"I left it back at the monument!", the youngest boy wailed, able to be heard over the shouts of the frog hunters. A few attempts of the more compassionate students to comfort the young boy quickly turned into muttered complaints.
"Enough!!!" Tsunade shouted at the students. They all stared at her in awe, and she felt the edges of her nerves soothed slightly by this display of temper. She had had enough. And somewhere, she felt certain that some kindly spirit had taken note of that as the bell rang, marking the end of the third hour and a brief respite from teaching per se, but merely watching the students as they had their midday meal.