Kuro was up next and as he came in front of Nagato sensei they locked eyes. The man was expecting more out of Kuro then any of these other kids was he? Or was simply just eyeing down the Uchiha Clan's next ninja wondering if he would succeed where his forefathers and mothers did. Whatever the case may have been Kuro didn't particularly care. His young mind had more concerning things in mind. Like who would be teaching him. Whoever was going to teach him in the future held his progress in his hands. He wouldn't allow a weak teacher to hinder him. His goal was to become the strongest. After a tap on the shoulder by a female member of the class Kuro broke eyes with Nagato and picked up a white headband. He looked at the symbol and saw the village he had been born in, the village that had given him the chance to become who he was, and the village he'd kill for. Kuro grabbed the forehead protector and wrapped it gingerly around his head. As he felt the cloth brush against his head he turned back without a word to his seat but Kirito grabbed his shoulder, "Hey man...good job." the boy said as Kuro grunted. "Yeah...you too." the two had said to each other simply before Kuro walked past the remaining few and jogged up the stairs to his seat. He had no interest in talking to anyone.