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[b]Sʜɪɴᴏʙɪ Aᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ, Kᴏɴᴏʜᴀɢᴀᴋᴜʀᴇ  --[/b]  Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Dᴀʏ, Dᴀʏʙʀᴇᴀᴋ[/center]
[indent]Her smirk dropped, her mouth hanging slightly open as she read what was before her as if it was the most unacceptable and baffling thing she had ever seen in her life.

[i][color=806E84]How?! How is this possible?![/color][/i]

The purple-haired kunoichi kept reading the scroll provided by her teacher, as if the task of re-reading the script would enlighten her and give her a completely different answer. But the ink was printed and there was nothing Fukushu could do to changes the facts. Although Fukushu had earned a prestigious ranking in itself she had unfortunately not ranked [i]first[/i] among her peers like she had expected. The worst part of it all wasn’t just her failure to meet the expectations of her mother, but rather which shinobi in her class that had achieved the prestige of being considered the top of the academy prospects; the shinobi that would earn accolades not just from their sensei and family but the village. A person who happened to be Fukushu’s sworn nemesis.

[i][color=806E84]Tensai.[/color][/i]

The young girl immediately turned her head, looking in the direction of her hated rival who appeared at his seat disinterested by the whole encounter. Her expression turned sour and she moved away from the line observing the rankings with careless abandon. When she reached Tensai's desk she was already on the warpath -- glaring as him as she thought darkly on him before speaking. For a minute Fukushu lost her mind as she spoke outwardly to him.

[b][color=806E84]“Tensai, how does it feel to be handed everything when you failed on Ha no Kyofu bridge? How you’ve become absolutely worthless to the entire village, but you continue to be seen as this gift to the leaf?”[/color][/b]

Fukushu wasn’t even supposed to know about Ha no Kyofu bridge, but she did – she was the only other person in the classroom outside of their sensei that knew. She didn’t care that she had just taken a tragedy to twist for her own insufferable discontent. It was already done.[/indent]