The clock clicked down.
Satoshi's focused, lightning blue eyes slowly wandered through the nondescript faces of the other Genin in the room. This class was certainly...interesting, and most people would agree. They had quite a few varied faces, and some were even quite talented in their choices/fields. He, however, didn't really socialize all that much with those around him. Of course, he spoke respectfully back if they spoke to him, but his responses were always distant, sharp, and brisk, as if he didn't want to talk to them in the first place. Most of the time, he didn't, honestly. While socializing was all fun and games, he saw no reason for relationships, or anything of that sort with his line of work. His one dream - His true dream, was to become the ANBU Captain - a title that has eluded him since he had been inside of the academy. He knew he could do it. Just had to train...grow...prosper.
"HYAHAHAHAA"
A splash of water, and the girl was drenched. Satoshi had to - he had to, really hard, hold back a remark at the obscene obnoxiousness that had just transpired. What sort of dim-witted douche-bag would pull a prank on such an important day...and not to mention that hyena-esque laughter. Kami, it pissed him off. But...he stayed his hand, only his eyes narrowing slightly showing his discontent. The water inspired an idea within him. His hands blurred through three seals, and Satoshi leaned back, making sure that he was completely subtle. 'Suiton: Mizu Bakudan.' The words were only thought, not spoken; people only screamed the names for concentration, after all.
It was a simple, yet important jutsu he had learned a few years ago. Even the simplest techniques were useful. Swiftly, from the small puddle, at least a dozen or so small, pellet-sized spheres of water suddenly rose, stealthily blasting towards Satoshi himself, whom dropped his hand-sign when the 'water-bombs' landed on his desks. This would help his control over Suiton techniques. 'Suiton: Mizu Bakudan.' The pellet-sized water bombs slowly pulled away from each other, becoming incredibly small - almost unseeable...but there. Satoshi focused, and watched as all twenty four bombs blasted forward silently, each one dropping gently into the bucket - and each pellet exploding silently into a mass of water once landed inside of the bucket. Eyes narrowed, and with a smirk, Satoshi blurred through the seals once again.
'Suiton: Mizu Bakudan.'
And people said that you couldn't train efficiently in class.