[h1][center][color=Navajowhite]Kiyoshi Uzumaki[/color][/center][/h1][hr]

[color=navajowhite][i]So noisy. . .[/i][/color]

As the class full of young academy graduates began to fill up, their excitable energy drew forth the silent ire of one Kiyoshi Uzumaki. The short red haired student watched with mild interest as he saw the interaction between prodigical child of the Uchiha clan and the class's resident try-hard, Fukushu Namikaze. While the words meant nothing to him, it seemed that Namikaze-san was privy to some sort of failing that affected the Uchiha boy greatly and, as was her way, used this information to try and take a jab at him for the sole purpose of making herself feel better for not getting the top of the class. The girl's petty competitive streak was more than a little ridiculous in the Uzumaki's eyes, as it didn't seem to bring her any sort of enjoyment, only the ire of almost everyone else in their class.

Kiyoshi was about to turn his attention back to his studies, only for Namikaze's callous words to draw the attention of one Shunpei Hatake. This individual brought out no small amount of conflict within Kiyoshi's mind, as while the boy tried his hardest to shut everyone around him out, the shaggy haired boy still managed to find his way past those defenses in a way the Uzumaki wasn't particularly comfortable with. As such, he felt a tinge in investment in not seeing him get verbally torn asunder by the violet haired hellion, but on the other hand, he'd done a very good job at staying out of said hellion's radar, a position he sought to keep. Getting involved in the current conflict would but an end to that real quick, and if he ended up on her team, then he'd been in for possible years of hell in dealing with her. Hell, even without confronting her, he doubted that she'd halt her tongue in telling him how pathetic a shinobi he was, with all the implications of superiority that such words would carry.

Just imagining it was more than enough to make him feel sick to his stomach, but he calmed himself with a few deep breathes. As he centered his mind, he decided to simply observe the situation as it developed and only get involved if he had too. Until then, he'd stick to trying to figure out the current mess of symbols and formulas before him, keeping a read on the situation out of the corner of his eye as he did so.
[hr][h1][center][color=Red]Tsume Ryuuga[/color][/center][/h1][hr]

As the situation in the classroom began to slowly escalate, the possibly budding tension would be broken as the classroom door was kicked open, revealing the sodden form of one Tsume Ryuuga, who had been in such a rush to leave for Graduation as soon as she woke up that she had forgotten to bring her umbrella with her. Thus, the fiery Ryuuga came in positively drenched, and yet, even getting completely soaked in the rain wasn't enough to break down the confidant beaming smile that was present on her face. Even the rain wasn't a constant factor, as she let loose a flare of chakra that caused her clothes to instantly start drying out, causing a slight mist of steam to trail behind her as she walks/skips over to her seat. [color=red][i]Today's the day. It's was a tough couple of years, but I'm finally taking my first step towards being a real shinobi. Soon, I'll show everyone who doubted me exactly how wrong they were.[/i][/color] 

No sooner did this thought enter her head did she spy the one person here that counted among that number: Fukushu Namikaze. Changing her course, Tsume took a seat next to the purple-haired kunochi with a smile as she leaned back in her seat, keeping her balance with one leg while the other swung off to the side. 

[color=red]"So, Fukushu-san, what do you think your sensei is going to be like? And don't give me anything about how you don't care, you have to be at least a tiny bit curious, right? I hope he someone cool, though still strong enough to be worth listening to, ya know?."[/color] Tsume smiled, fully expecting to receive some sort of deprecating remark from the Namikaze, probably something along the lines of how they should focus on their training instead of taking part in foolish fantasies, or something along those lines. Still, she was in a good mood today, and she wasn't about to let the leaving embodiment of cynicism that was Fukushu get her down. Besides, she seemed a bit miffed for some reason. Curious, Tsume took a moment to look around the room, eyes landing on the list that showed the ranking everyone achieved in the class. 

Starting from the bottom, Tsume took a slight hit to her good mood as she saw her position as dead last in the class, but quickly shook her head, keeping her mind on the positive fact that she had made it, and that she had plenty of time to grow from here. Moving on from herself, she kept scanning the list before she finally saw the likely issue for Fukushu's fouler-than-normal mood: She wasn't first. And to put some more salt in the wound, Tensai was the one who beat her out. [color=red][i]Yep, if anything would piss her off, that'd do it.[/i][/color] Tsume was sure that as soon as Fukushu became aware of this fact, she likely couldn't help but try to do something to provoke Tensai, something that maybe worked considering how down the kid had looked when she had walked in. Still, she didn't know exactly what was said, and doubted that she could even get the stubborn Namikaze to even consider apologizing for whatever harsh words she had spoken. It was just the way the girl was, and trying to change that was a fruitless task, something that Tsume was very aware of after years of attempting to do just that, with nothing to show for it.