Thread: Naruto: Team 7 Next Generation (Graverobber and LilGunner)

'Real mature .' Ryou shifted his gaze, which had been locked on the door, as if by will alone he could force their sensei to appear, onto Mimi. His head tilted just so in consideration of her statement, his left brow lifting. He wasn't going to disagree, but he couldn't ignore the satisfaction that immature little act left him with. Besides, what was the harm in having just a bit of fun in payment for his wasted time? And a Jonin wouldn't fall for such a trick, anyways, right? That last thought was quickly smashed into oblivion as the door finally slid open, and their glorious sensei's sandy hair was dusted with chalk. Ryou smirked smugly, but his left eye twitched with dumbfounded disbelief. Kiba ? For one, the supposed elite ninja had walked right into the hardly elaborate trap. And then there was the fact that he was Mimi's father . It seemed like a joke to Ryou. With a blood relative on the team, how could a sensei be expected to push their students to their limits, mold them into great shinobi? He wanted to learn through hardwork, not be pampered just because one of his squadmates happened to be the teacher's offspring. I'm with Neji on this one. You can't be our sensei. Kiba responded to the genin with a chuckling scoff, grinning around his fangs. His gaze travelled among the three, sizing them up individually. Normally that would be a concern. Reaching to pat Akamaru on the head, who had woofed in return to the other pup, giving a wag of his tail, Kiba motioned with his hand the elder dog barked in affirmation later Ryou would swear it sounded like 'Give it to 'em', and picked up the eraser in his mouth, placing it in his master's hand. If I had any plans to treat any of you with favoritism. But the thing is... A stretch of silence followed as Kiba casually made the eraser dance around his fingers. It was harshly broken when his eyes darted first to Mimi, burning with a look that almost dared them to challenge him, It doesn't matter if you're my daughter-- then to Neji, Or the son of the Hokage-- lastly they flashed to Ryou, Or the heir of the Uchiha-- Ryou felt his jaw set rigidly, and he kept a cool, even, steeled gaze on the Jonin. You're all genin now, my students, and I plan on pushing you past your limits. So from now on-- Kiba grasped the eraser within his palm. Squeezed, it audibly snapped in two, It's sensei to you three. His wrist moved more quickly than Ryou could track. Both halves of the eraser were in the air, one flying toward him, the other heading straight toward Mimi. Ryou barely had time to blink, nevertheless time to act. His half hit him square on the forward thankfully, a light object of that nature didn't carry much force, but it did cough up a cloud of remnant chalk to choke Ryou and streak through his dark hair. Though he was gritting his teeth and trying his damned best not to sneeze, Ryou admitted he deserved that, a taste of his own medicine, and was beginning to think he perhaps had been wrong to doubt Kiba, considering the speed and precision he had used to make that throw. Akamaru barked as if to back up Kiba's assertion, and with a small chuckle, the Jonin continued to explain, Besides, the main consideration when forming a team is balance. And to put it mildly, your scores at the academy were dully average, Neji and Ryou, while Mimi's excelled. Ryou felt an unusual flush of embarrassment, which was covered up with a scowl and huff. Crossing his arms over his chest, he couldn't help but sneak a look at Mimi. Since her nose had been glued in a book during just about the entirety of the time she had been here, he supposed that wasn't a surprise. However, taijutsu isn't Mimi's strong suit, while you two are talented in it. Ryou regained his pride with that statement, flashing a smile at his childhood friend. The two of them? Ha, he knew in his guts they'd make a great team. Yet Kiba didn't stop there. On the flip side, you two are severely lacking genjutsu skills, and Mimi's quite talented at sniffing it out. Ryou's pride was once again immediately checked, and it showed in the slight slouching of his shoulders. An Uchiha who wasn't talented in genjutsu? Laughable. Even more laughable it was probably because he had yet to unlock the sharingan. Just the thought of that fact made him set his jaw. Glancing in Mimi's direction, he, albeit with just a bit of resistance, born of his own anger at his incapabilities, accepted that they needed her on the squad. So, we're a team now. Understand? Setting his hands on his hips in a pose strikingly similar to his daughter's, his eyes flickered across the three, examining each one for their reactions. Ryou let out a small huff of air, before giving a small nod. Yes, sensei.