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[color=gray][sub][center][color=9980AF][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Classroom of Hatake Toshiro, Konohagakure Academy[/center][/sub][/color]
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[INDENT]For most students of the Konohagakure Academy, getting up before dawn seemed like something that was a unnecessary thing.

The building was situated at the heartbeat of the town, alongside two streams that ran into the riverbed that supplied much of the town’s infrastructure. If a student were to step outside they could see Hokage Rock if they turned their head one way and the rice fields adjoined with plum trees if they turned it another. For Fukushu of the Namikaze Clan, she didn’t think of it all too much, it was sights she had seen for her whole life and unlike some of the other students in the academy she did not aspire to be the next great Hokage or even aspire to explore the great world. She aspired to respect her purpose and namesake; to destroy the man who had taken her father in the great shinobi war that preceded the current era of peace and cooperation. A goal that her mother had tasked her to complete.

Though, in recent seasons Fukushu had felt a surge of doubt fill her gut. Her rivalry with a number of her classmates had led to results that her mother felt were less than agreeable. Her mother’s respect and approval were the most important things in the world. So it was with that in mind that Fukushu had set out to outwork and outpace everyone in her shinobi class. She was certain, optimistic, and confident that she had succeeded in that aspiration despite knowing that the likes of Uchiha Tensai and Senju Enma would be not far behind. However, she believed her ancestors had anointed the day with their favor. The morning had announced itself with a rainstorm that overtook the dawn, something she had perceived as a good omen acknowledging Fukushu’s prowess with elemental ninjutsu of the very chakra nature she possessed. As far as her perspective went, it was a good day.

As the appearance of her instructor moved to the front of the class, Fukushu’s eyes widened in anticipation.

[color=B0DBFF]“The time has come.”[/color]

The voice of Hatake Toshiro filled the room filled with eager-minded shinobi as they patiently awaited their instructor's final determination and assignment to their new instructors, seasoned jonin whom had earned the responsibility to instruct them in the art of ninjutsu in a more practical manner. 

[color=B0DBFF]“I’m proud of every single one of you and hope that you’ll take the lessons you learned in this classroom in earnest. In a few moments, I will call three jonin into this classroom and call each of you one-by-one to their side. Before I do that, I wish to acknowledge one student in particular for their devotion and hard work. For the rest of you it should serve as a measure of inspiration.”[/color]

As the silver-haired man moved from the front of the class with parchment in his hand, Fukushu found her excitement getting the best of her and springing to her feet. However, it was not her name that her teacher called in either case. As Toshiro called out the name the purple-haired girl's smile dropped almost immediately. Her blood went cold and her mind began to become overwhelmed by a silent rage. Because, of course, the name that her sensei acknowledged would have to be the name of all names she did not want to hear.

[i]Uchiha Tensai.[/i]

Because of course it would be Tensai who had stolen her time to be acknowledged in front of everyone. 

As everyone's eyes moved to the Uchiha prodigy she could feel the rage overcome her, but before she could openly protest the class were welcomed by the sound of footsteps as two jonin stepped into the room. It appeared her sensei was as takenback as she was. After all, there was supposed to be [i]three[/i] of them. 

Where in sage's name was the other jonin?
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