[table][row][cell][color=#6D9BF1]Hana Bohi[/color][/cell][cell][color=#6D9BF1]"Precision is nearest to perfection!"[/color][/cell][/row][row][cell][sup][color=#2E2C2C]_______________________________________________[/color][/sup]
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[cell]The classroom was set up in a semi-circle, the teacher's podium in front of the black board, the focus of the class. The desks, situated on an incline with each higher than the last as they went back, assured that no student would miss any part of Bohi-sensei's lectures. The Bohi-sensei herself currently stood in the front of the class, her back to the students. She had, cradled in her left arm, a binder and in her right, a simple white piece of chalk that was on its last legs. So far, almost the entire chalkboard was covered with precise boxes, each categorized "Team 1" or "Team 2" and so on.

What was so remarkable about this was that every single one of the boxes and every single character on the board looked as if it were typed and printed. Further, if it weren't for the fact that it was obviously in chalk and it was obviously a blackboard, one might have thought that what they were looking at was some sort of projection. It took her an awfully long time to set it all up, and she was just never quite satisfied. Even as she hurried to finish, because she had to finish, she knew she wasn't going to be satisfied with it when she stepped back and actually looked at it. More than likely it was at a slight slant, or perhaps the board was crooked or maybe she'd accidentally discover that the foundation of the building was a little off, a centimetre or two... and then she'd have to start all over again from scratch.

At that moment, her chalk decided to crumble into dust leaving a large white powdery ball on the board where the name "Yuzuzoshi" had once seemed so pristine. She froze. Her eye twitched. She reached for the eraser, choking the poor thing in her grip. She was going to have to write it agai-

The very loud school bell indicating the few minutes until the beginning of class interrupted her small conniption fit and brought her back to the real world... the world that didn't have numbers and checks and balances and patterns that must MUST be satisfied... well... there were fewer, anyway. She turned quite suddenly, a mild, but displeased look upon her face. She looked around the room to see who was already there and who was yet to arrive. She couldn't imagine any of them would arrive late. What sort of shinobi would be late to see what team they'd been selected for?!? She took a few breaths and tried to calm down. It helped, but she still had the urge to get her chart just so... She told herself she'd do it later, once her other duties had been taken care of. In fact, she wrote it in her binder, three times before finally turning back to the class, clearly satisfied with the arrangement and much calmer as a result. 

The bell rang.

She had to remind herself it barely mattered now; if she didn't get started explaining the student's team selection, she herself very well stood the possibility of being late to start class! This was exactly why she never used the chalkboard!

[b][color=#6D9BF1]"Goodmorning class"[/color][/b], she began pleasantly, finally getting her footing, [b][color=#6D9BF1]"today's a very big day for y-"[/color][/b]

She heard murmuring which interrupted her speech. Her eyes snapped from gentle to deadly like a flip of a switch and she glared around the room, finally resting her gaze on a group of students talking among themselves, one who had clearly fallen asleep. His body lay prone across his desk while a thin stream of drool leaked out of the corner, onto the desk and down the side. Hana scoffed and straightened her posture. They obviously weren't taking their future very seriously at all! She fumed, but then bit it back. If they wanted to miss out on their instructions, then that was their decision.

[b][color=#6D9BF1]"On the-"[/color][/b]

But then the prone boy snored and in the span of a second, he found his head smashed into the wall behind his desk. He looked around confused for a moment while the eraser that Bohi-sensei had thrown at him dislodged itself.

[b][color=#6D9BF1]"Chotzu! This is your future we're discussing here! You might wish to stay awake for it"[/color][/b], yelled Hanna, who drew her small body up still straighter. Chotzu rubbed his forehead and whined, but straightened up too. The display of Bohi-sensei's eraser prowess seemed to have whipped the other talking students into attention too... and yet this didn't please Hana one bit.

[b][color=#6D9BF1]"Now class, behind me is a chart of each of the teams, complete with their number and members"[/color][/b], she said at a slightly faster clip. She was annoyed, and now quite determined to get through this without any further interruptions. She marched over to the board and pointed to a perfectly square box labelled "Team 8" and continued, [b][color=#6D9BF1]"Now, for example, Chotzu Akimichi? you are here, on... Team 8 and your sensei is Jounin Instructor Yamcha Yamanaka."[/color][/b]

She took a deep breath and finished with a wide smile, [b][color=#6D9BF1]"Now, please come and see where you are listed and pick up your schedule at my desk. After that, you're all dismissed! Congratulations on your accomplishment and good luck on your ninja journey!"[/color][/b]

She bowed politely and crossed her way over to her desk, where she began arranging paperclips just so.[/cell][/row][/table]