[table][row][cell][color=lavender]Kenji Yamanaka[/color][/cell][cell][color=lavender]“I just wanna be rich and famous, is that too much to ask?!”[/color][/cell][/row][row][cell][sup][color=#2E2C2C]_______________________________________________[/color][/sup] [img]https://i.imgur.com/je8v1If.png[/img][/cell][cell]

The halls of the Konoha ninja academy were empty, as class was in session. For the most part, the only audible sounds emanating from any of the rooms were the serious tones of various teachers drilling their lesssons into their students. However, within classroom 13-B, a ruckus of sorts had begun to break out. The giddy, mocking laughter of children teasing each other had been very much audible from outside in the halls. Inside, a young, lanky framed man with long flowing blonde hair kept in a pony tail with a sweeping fringe sat above piercing blue eyes. His features were fairly androgynous, and this was almost made worse by the lavender scarf draped around his neck. One of the students, Haruhi Kiyuusagi, reputed as somewhat of a pervert among the class was hurling insults out defensively, calling them idiots and the like as she had dropped one of her notebooks. Revealing a list of her 'Top Ten Sexiest Biceps' among the class. The uproar of laughter had occurred when the other children had realised that their teacher himself, Kenji Yamanaka, was ranked at number one. 

With a slightly amused sigh as the class chanted [b]"Haruhi loves sen-sei! Haruhi loves sen-sei!"[/b] Kenji sauntered over to the young girl's desk, and squatted down to pick up the boom. Folding it closed before handing it back to her, whispering gently to the girl to be more careful with things like that. Giving her a playful wink and causing her to blush and her face to go entirely red before stumbling to shove the book back into her drawer as the laughter continued. 

[color=lavender]"Those of you laughing are just jealous that you didn't make the number one spot."[/color] Kenji joked, which seemed to immediately quell the atmosphere within the classroom, earning a few giggles from the girls as the boys sat red-faced. Some even crossing their arms and huffing in an attempt to hide their own embarrassment. [color=lavender] "Now leave her alone, you are all here because you wanna be shinobi, right? So start acting like it! In life, embarrassing things happen, it's a completely normal thing. But as people we have to be the best we can be, and instead of mocking somebody in these situations, help them to feel better! After all, our characters are not only judged on the quality of our talents and how we treat those in good positions in life; but also how we treat others throughout the hard times. I would argue that the latter is what defines a person." [/color] the teacher had said, shifting the focus of the lecture from the tutelage on basic chakra control into one of personal growth on the turn of a dime. The class had instantly become enticed, and listened to every word he had said, and most of the children apologised to Haruhi without being prompted to do so. This was one of the reasons Kenji had earned his position as a Tokebetsu Jōnin of teaching, his seemingly natural affinity for shifting the mood of a classroom, and encapsulating the students in his lessons. 

Not long after he had finished speaking the academy's bell rang, signalling the end of class. Although the students began to gather and pack their belongings, none of them rose to their feet to leave. [color=lavender]"Well, I guess that's all we have time for today huh? You're all dismissed, but I'd like you to think about what I just told you. Don't just imagine the shinobi you strive to be, imagine the [i]person[/i] that you want to be.[/color] with a few enthusiastic "Yes sensei's", the class rose to their feet and began scurrying to leave. Talking amongst themselves as they went. Haruhi however, stayed behind. [b]"T-t-thank you, Kenji-sensei."[/b] she had said, before hurriedly rushing for the door. Before she'd managed to leave, Kenji shouted after her [color=lavender]"Tell your brother to meet me at Ichiraku tonight, at the usual time!"[/color] 

As the door slammed shut behind her, Kenji adjusted his tight fitting black dress shirt and brushed some dust off of the arms before pulling his leather gloves tighter to his hands. Looking over to his desk, he saw once more an 'extracurricular order' of sorts which had been placed there before his arrival. They stated that he was to deliver the enclosed letter to the Jōnin Kuree Suto, whom was training her students at Training Ground Five. With a disgruntled sigh, Kenji thought to himself [color=lavender][i]"I thought this promotion meant I was done bein' a fuckin' messenger boy. Guess not." [/i][/color]

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