Forest of Death right now. Some kid almost got eaten by a bear so I had to jump in and save him. Seriously, you'd think a kid who's training to become a ninja would have the means to run away, plant a simple booby trap or something. But no—I'm surrounded by incompetence.
It's just like my genin years all over again, watching the kids play Capture the Scroll and screwing everything up. I remember those days at recess. It aggravated me how oblivious my classmates were to the basic premise of stratagem. Strengths, weaknesses, patterns, formations, movement durations, potential ambush points—they missed all of these. Whenever I did throw in some advice, the kids just called me a stuck up know-it-all. I'd argue back "I don't know it all…I just know more than you do." Lost a few friends that way.
The kids weren't the only ones giving me a hard time. The teachers called me a lazy underachiever. Said I didn't apply my full potential. I never fully agreed with those remarks. I just didn't fit the academic mold they had etched for me and for all of my peers. To be honest, I was perfectly happy on my own terms, working at my own steady pace. I wasn't being lazy at all. I could reach my full potential everyday by—
Geez. This is tiring. I'll write more later.