>>5788020>>5788025>>5788072>>5788119>>5788126>>5788140>>5788330Everyone files into the classroom. It was currently empty. If you had to guess, you’d assume that what’s likely going on is that each of the Chunin-Sensei had blocks of time in their daily schedules for the different classroom areas. Since your cohort did training room, yard, classroom, it was likely that another one did yard, classroom, training room, and the final one did classroom, training room, yard. It strikes you that starting in the classroom would be superior because there’s less overall time spent moving around. Assuming you were meant to start in the classroom every morning. Or maybe-
“You’re blocking the door.” Junpei politely announces from behind you.
Oh.
“Woops. Sorry.” You say, stepping out of the way.
Junpei migrates over to a seat next to a window, produces a notebook, and begins meticulously writing something. It’d probably be for the best to leave him alone for now: He was one of the students you hadn’t really spoken with yet. You were a little eager to touch base with all of them, partly because you wanted to make friends, partly because you wanted to get solid baselines so you could compare your skill with them, and partly because your internal meditations on the Will of Fire were dominating a lot of your inner world right now.
You scan the classroom for someone it looks like you should probably talk to. Masami.
She was sitting by herself in the back of the class, farthest from everybody. You… could probably understand why. You had achieved a string of minor to major victories today, so you were feeling pretty high in self-confidence. Even in the subjects you were anticipating you’d be bad at (Taijutsu.) you managed to pull off at least some kind of morale win where you learned, improved, and ultimately got acknowledged. Masami, meanwhile, has basically been getting knocked down all day. Nobody cared about her introduction, she was the worst at taijutsu, disappointing at shurikenjutsu, had her ninjutsu made to look like shit compared to your’s and Daigo’s… The list probably continues with stuff you hadn’t been able to see. Like with the water at the river, the underneath of the underneath that wa-
“Hey!” She says, looking at you. Peeved.
“Uh… Yes, Masami?”
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Just stand around staring at people like a doofus! It’s rude!”
Was that true? Is that how everyone perceived you? You begin mentally going over your experiences throughout the day, trying to get a catalog going for-
“And that too!” She says, even more peeved.
“What am I doing now?!”
“You’re just spacing out mid-conversation! I mean, hello, I was trying to talk to you?”
Naoki is seated closest to where you’re standing at the front of the classroom. He clears his throat to get your attention, eyes filled with amusement.
