Noam
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“Chance-kun, wake UP.”
A hand slaps down on the wooden desk. You jerk awake to find yourself with a stiff neck, sleep in your eyes, and an irritated-looking man glaring down at you.
“Sleep at home, not in my class, please.” Giggles echo throughout the room. Looking around, you find yourself sitting in a weirdly old-fashioned classroom. There’s a chalkboard at the front of the room with a series of math problems written out, and above it, a chart of complicated-looking Japanese characters. You’re sitting at a wooden desk with a blank piece of paper and a pencil on it. On your right, a girl with bright pink hair (what??) is sitting at her own desk, diligently writing on her own paper and ignoring you completely. To your right is a boy with blond hair and whiskers drawn on his cheeks, who is openly pointing and laughing at you.
“Ha! The weird new kid’s lazier than you are, Shikamaru!”
A kid in the back row snorts. “Dumbass, I’m already done.”
The man whirls around to glare at both boys. “Shikamaru-kun, language. Naruto-kun, you need to get started. Chance was asleep; you have no excuse.” He looks back down at you, and smiles a little. “I know this is isn’t target practice, but math is important for a shinobi as well! How else will you calculate the angle of your arrows, hm?”
“By guessing!” yells the blond kid.
“Naruto-kun, be quiet.”