Shin Uzumaki. He had a...unique effect on Amaya. Commander of the Jounin, there were practically none who outranked him. The man related, in part at least, to the one responsible for so many deaths...including her fathers. For whatever reason listening to him speak made her wonder, had her father ever fought by his side or treated his mounds before dying. She still wish she knew the details of her father's death. All she knew for sure was that he died long before the final confrontation with the Tyrant known as Sai. It was weird to hear him speak of Sai as one no different from her, or any of her classmates. It gave her a strange feeling to think of Sai as something other than one responsible for countless deaths, one she could not give a name to but it was ugly and reminded her of hate and pain. And just as soon as he had arrived he was gone.

Amaya wasn't exactly sure how to feel about her team. She knew there was little chance that she would have been overly fond of anyone she had been paired up with, given the fact that she wasn't exactly overly fond of anyone as it was. Myth....well, honestly Myth was probable the only person she didn't have any real negative feelings toward in her class. The boy was quite, shy, and jumpy as a cat in a dog kennel. That meant he often kept to himself, or at least avoided interacting with someone as anti social as Amaya tended to be. As far as she was concerned he was the closest thing to someone that wouldn't be an annoying team mate, someone that didn't interact with you as just as good as being alone after all. 

Seiga on the other hand...An older girl, she had always felt out of place to Amaya in the class who's ages more reflected the traditional starting age range for novice shinobi. She was one of those types that Amaya referred to as 'always being on'. Always pushing harder and being louder than others, always doing whatever it took to get what she wanted. Thanks to that initial impression Amaya had made a special effort to stay away from her, and knew precious little else about her. She was one of the two types that she worked the least well with, in her opinion. Those two types were; The straight forward, trying to hard types, Like Seiga, and those she'd simple refer to as dumb. Well at least she wasn't paired with anyone of the later types...at least Seiga wasn't likely to get them killed. 

 The prospect of a teacher had been an interesting one. While almost all people her age rubbed her the wrong way she'd say she was good with 60 to 70 percent of adults she had encountered since gaining the freedom to interact with people outside of her close family. Perhaps this was because she had been kept from any of the other family children and been exclusively about the adult members of her family. She was certainly far more familiar with adults than children or people close to her in age. Goro...Goro-sensei she supposed, was a hard looking man. Hard than those he ran the academy, and they two, in some sense, had been vets of the revolution. She was interested in what kind of many he would turn out to be, and what she would learn from him. She wrinkled her nose a bit as he placed a bit of chewing tobacco in his mouth, a habit she thought was...kind of icky to be honest, but quickly smoothed her features as he called them and waved them forward. She approached the Jounin, bowing her head slightly in respect and replying simply with "Goro-Sensei."