Birds sang their best in the early morning hours, here. When the autumn dawn crosses the horizon, life celebrates the new day, and nature rises to the occasion. Aside from the rythm of chirping and wind passing through the trees, there was only the crunch of a single young man who had been busy since the moon was still high. He was none other than Jomei, a resident genin, and now adjunct instructor at the Ninja Academy. He arrived with an extra sack slung over his shoulder, and heaved it into the air before webbing it to overhanging branches. His open hands then served as mitts for hefty tangerines falling as they shook free: the reward for a busy morning arranging all of the activities for his very first class, today. He took a seat in the grass at the trunk of the tree, and could barely strip a section of the peel off the citrus before biting into it. The fruits of his labor were already paying off. Jomei looked into the trees, watching the little bag spin in place until he became too lax and drifted off for a quick nap.
A twig snapped- Jomei awoke to full attention when another presence entered the grove. Yes- a grove, as today’s class had been moved to a small gardening patch within the village. A peaceful area filled with tall fruit-bearing trees, beautiful yet dangerous species of flora, and the occasional gardener harvesting fruit or pulling weeds. This garden was a mystical place ripe with the product only generations of cultivation could achieve. The plants within this patch of land were infused with chakra, and grew two to three times their normal size. It was the perfect setting for his lecture and lab on Stealth and Survival Tactics.
Prepare to learn the Art of Sneaking.
A twig snapped- Jomei awoke to full attention when another presence entered the grove. Yes- a grove, as today’s class had been moved to a small gardening patch within the village. A peaceful area filled with tall fruit-bearing trees, beautiful yet dangerous species of flora, and the occasional gardener harvesting fruit or pulling weeds. This garden was a mystical place ripe with the product only generations of cultivation could achieve. The plants within this patch of land were infused with chakra, and grew two to three times their normal size. It was the perfect setting for his lecture and lab on Stealth and Survival Tactics.
Prepare to learn the Art of Sneaking.
On that note the lecturing stopped, and Jomei leapt backwards into the air. He settled himself within the tangerine tree again, and began fishing something out of it. Aware of their training thus far, he called both girls into the tree as well with a wave of the hand. The branches bounced as the ninja gathered, occasionally causing fruit to fall if they weren’t light on their feet. While they wouldn’t be graded on their tree-climbing today, it would become a critical part of the exercises to come. 
It seemed as if the students’ plan would go off without a hitch. When Sara made her daring direct approach, the target engaged her attempt at conversation, and became the subject of her trickery. The small girl took the form of a stocky gardener, much like the man she stood before, and even committed to an effort to match his voice. The real yard-man seemed puzzled, and stroked his chin while trying to figure what to make of his friend. His brow became furrowed, and he set aside his trimming tool. “This better not be another tall-tale, Mamoru” he lectured Sara is he stepped back from the hedge and placed himself in the perfect position for Sumi to sneak behind him. “If the thieves are back, we need to alert the others right away!”
It was then that the sound of grating metal shrieked several times; resulting in an ominous echo that penetrated the serenity of the garden. Through his camera’s zoom Jomei witnessed the opening of several large hatches by the gardeners and their supervisor, who watched. Giant bee-hives were revealed within these state of the art cells, and droves of massive bees began to flock from them.
As clever Sara took a pleasant stroll through the garden grounds, it seemed as if her disguise was working out perfectly. The beauty of the garden created a serene setting for her walk despite squadrons of buzzing drones making constant patrols past her. On occasion, the mashing sounds of old men running frantically around the garden would draw near, but she had ample time to simply step out of sight. It seemed as if her path to the tower was clear, and she came up a long row of rose bushes which led to the tower’s base. The flowers grew around a wooden arched walkway that delivered her to the meeting point. Suddenly, a woman clad in yellow and black and extravagance emerged with yellow fingers pointed at Sara. Two more bumbling gardeners arrived by her side as she began shouting orders with a shrill voice. 
As Sara committed to the lie, Lady Sango began to walk angered circles around her and stomped her heels in the grass with every angry step. With nothing better to go off of, the Queen Bee proved to be gullible enough to believe Mamarou’s story and pointed in the direction Sara suggested. “You heard him you nitwits, they went that way!” At the fashionista’s beck and call, her goons took off in the general direction provided by their fellow nitwit, Mamarou. Once the two gardeners disappeared in the distance, Lady Sango demanded Sara’s attention once more. “Ahem” she called to Sara from the rear. “Don’t think I’m finished with you; you sap-sucking twit.” The fervent anger of the garden’s overlord reached an uncontrollable level as she watched the production halt around the grove. The morning hours were being wasted by these imbeciles, and she had to do something… She had to make an example of someone. The bumbling idiot Maramou would do just fine, or so she figured.