Capítulo 10: Academy
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The gates of the Hidden Cloud Village Ninja Academy stood tall and imposing. Ryomaru, now five, gazed up at the archway with wide, curious eyes. The buildings were larger than anything he had ever seen, and a palpable energy thrummed around the area. His heart pounded in his chest. It was a mixture of excitement, nerves, and something he couldn't quite name.
Miori bent down, brushing away a few errant strands of dark hair from his forehead. "Ready?" she asked, her voice soft and encouraging.
Ryomaru looked up at her, nodding. His small hand was clenched in hers, a comforting anchor amidst the sea of uncertainty. Miori squeezed his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. With that, they stepped into the bustling academy grounds.
The hallway was filled with children of different ages, all busy with their respective activities. Some were huddled in corners, engrossed in serious discussions, while others were energetically practising jutsu in the open space.
They reached Classroom 7. Miori stopped in front of the door, turned to Ryomaru, and crouched down to his height. "Remember, Ryomaru," she said, her tone serious, yet soft, "Always help those in need. Be respectful to your teachers and peers, and most importantly, never forget to learn from your mistakes."
Ryomaru nodded, understanding the gravity of her words. He took a deep breath, steeling himself before pushing the door open. The chatter in the room stilled as he entered, all eyes turning to him.
Ryomaru stepped into the classroom, a wave of silence washing over the room as every eye turned to him. The realization dawned upon the students – the son of the Raikage, a constant presence beside the vivacious Killer B, had joined their ranks.
Karui, a spunky girl with fiery red hair and bright brown eyes, was the first to break the silence. She sprang up from her seat, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Ryomaru!" she called, her voice cutting through the quiet. She was fierce and undaunted, a little whirlwind of energy that had been his companion in countless play sessions.
Omoi, seated beside Karui, didn't share her boisterous nature. The sandy-haired boy bit his lip, apprehensive. His wide, dark eyes were filled with an amalgamation of awe and uncertainty, as he looked at Ryomaru. Omoi had always been reserved, preferring the pages of a book to the company of others.
With an air of confidence far beyond his years, Ryomaru walked over to where Karui and Omoi were seated. "Hey, Karui. Hey, Omoi," he greeted, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. His ice-blue eyes sparkled, a stark contrast to his raven-black hair.
The rest of the class watched him in stunned silence, the boys somewhat intimidated and the girls utterly smitten. Ryomaru's charming demeanor was hard to resist, and his amiable personality only added to his appeal.
A girl named Shiromi, with her wavy purple hair and delicate features, blushed furiously as he walked past her desk, her heart fluttering at his brief smile directed at her. Meanwhile, Tsubaki, a quiet, studious girl with sleek black hair and sharp brown eyes, watched him with a sense of admiration. Ryomaru was not just the Raikage's son; he was humble and sincere, traits she highly respected.
The teacher, a stern woman named Aoba, with her silver hair tied back in a neat bun and glasses perched precariously on her nose, cleared her throat loudly. "Settle down, class," she instructed, and the murmurs in the room died down.
Ryomaru was aware of the eyes on him, their gazes trailing his every move as he made his way over to an empty seat. His chosen spot was sandwiched between Karui, who was grinning at him with all the fierceness of a sunbeam, and Shiromi, the purple-haired Yurayama heiress, whose cheeks turned a shade of crimson that nearly matched her hair. On the other side of Shiromi sat Tsubaki, the quiet and intense Hishigawa prodigy, her sharp eyes assessing him curiously.
"Hey," Ryomaru said as he slid into his seat, bestowing Karui and Shiromi with a grin that made the latter's blush deepen.
"Hey yourself, big shot," Karui replied with a wink, her grin broadening. Despite her boisterous demeanor, Ryomaru could see the hint of nerves in her brown eyes. He knew she was trying to keep up a strong front, as usual.
Beside Karui, Shiromi was struggling to formulate a proper greeting, her normally composed demeanor crumbling under Ryomaru's dazzling smile. "H-hello, Ryomaru," she finally managed to squeak out, her voice barely audible.
Ryomaru's blue eyes twinkled with amusement at Shiromi's shyness. He found it endearing and a stark contrast to Karui's boldness. "Hello, Shiromi," he replied warmly, which only seemed to make her blush harder.
Next to Shiromi, Tsubaki observed the interaction with an unreadable expression. Ryomaru turned towards her, the corners of his mouth lifting in a friendly smile. "Tsubaki, right?" he asked, not waiting for her to introduce herself. He had a knack for remembering names and faces, a trait he had inherited from his mother.
Tsubaki nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "That's correct," she said, her voice clear and steady. She looked at him with an air of approval. "Ryomaru," she added, acknowledging him. Despite her calm exterior, Tsubaki found herself charmed by Ryomaru's easygoing confidence.
Before Ryomaru could respond, a sharp clearing of the throat drew the classroom's attention to the front. The teacher, Aoba, stood behind her desk, her silver hair gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Her glasses sat perched on her nose as she glanced sternly over the room.
"Attention, class," she began, her voice commanding respect. "I am Aoba, and I'll be your instructor this year."
Ryomaru's gaze shifted from his new friends to the teacher, a sense of anticipation building in his chest. He knew his journey towards becoming a great ninja was beginning, right here in this room.
"Now," Aoba continued, "it's time for us to know each other. You'll each introduce yourself: your name, your likes and dislikes, and one thing you hope to achieve this year." Her gaze scanned the room, finally landing on Ryomaru. "Why don't we start with you, Ryomaru?"
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