“A bell end whip would be pretty unexpected.” Shiori smiled, suppressing a laugh at the absurdity of the idea.
“I think Mr. Shadow would prefer something more...classical, though.” Shiori said, affecting a mock-serious tone. As countless schoolboys had before him, Shiori had a bit of fun mocking his teacher. “As the NOT Green shadow, I will broodily make you find something perfect for a ninja to use as a weapon in a room of xylophones and tubular bells!” Shiori wagged his finger as he ‘lectured’ his classmate. The drive to be accepted in this foreign country was driving Shiori further and further from his meek self. What would he become by the end of his academy life?
The pair of shinobi-to-be left the music room, carrying their treasures, idly chatting. They stopped before they entered the room, leaving the door shut.
“I wonder if that woman is still there?” Shiori asked his friend. Shiori shrugged. It didn’t change things if she happened to still be present. It was odd for a full-on shinobi to be present along with a teacher in academy classes, but odd things were bothering the boy less and less the longer he spent in the ninja village. It seemed to be endemic to all shinobi: To not bat an eyelid at the unexpected or strange.
He stepped into the room, obviously butting in on a conversation the not-green shadow and unnamed woman had been engaged in. He sheepishly looked at the ground, his bluster and bravado gone in the presence of two leaf shinobi.
WC 259
Total 1475
“I think Mr. Shadow would prefer something more...classical, though.” Shiori said, affecting a mock-serious tone. As countless schoolboys had before him, Shiori had a bit of fun mocking his teacher. “As the NOT Green shadow, I will broodily make you find something perfect for a ninja to use as a weapon in a room of xylophones and tubular bells!” Shiori wagged his finger as he ‘lectured’ his classmate. The drive to be accepted in this foreign country was driving Shiori further and further from his meek self. What would he become by the end of his academy life?
The pair of shinobi-to-be left the music room, carrying their treasures, idly chatting. They stopped before they entered the room, leaving the door shut.
“I wonder if that woman is still there?” Shiori asked his friend. Shiori shrugged. It didn’t change things if she happened to still be present. It was odd for a full-on shinobi to be present along with a teacher in academy classes, but odd things were bothering the boy less and less the longer he spent in the ninja village. It seemed to be endemic to all shinobi: To not bat an eyelid at the unexpected or strange.
He stepped into the room, obviously butting in on a conversation the not-green shadow and unnamed woman had been engaged in. He sheepishly looked at the ground, his bluster and bravado gone in the presence of two leaf shinobi.
WC 259
Total 1475