Bab 11: Classmates
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A sea of expectant eyes turned to him. A few of the girls giggled and blushed while the boys watched with varying degrees of curiosity and apprehension. Ryomaru rose to his feet, his hands tucked into his pockets, projecting an image of unruffled coolness.
Ryomaru stood, allowing his gaze to sweep across the sea of expectant faces. For a moment, the room was silent, waiting for him to speak. He exhaled softly, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. He wasn't shy, but there was a peculiar thrill in having everyone's attention.
"Hello, everyone," he began, his voice clear and confident. His ice-blue eyes twinkled with an easy-going charm. "My name is Yuki Ryomaru."
A wave of whispers echoed through the room. He was a Yuki, a member of the distinguished clan, the Raikage's son no less.
"I like spending time with my mother," Ryomaru continued, his tone turning softer as he mentioned Miori. His face warmed with a fond smile, the love for his mother evident in his words. "She's my rock."
There were a few chuckles in the classroom, some students finding his open affection endearing, others finding it amusing.
"And I enjoy hanging out with my Uncle B."
A wave of shock ran through the room at the casual mention of Killer B. The enigmatic and vivacious Jinchūriki was a well-known and respected figure in the village. To have him as a relative, even an honorary one, was a huge deal.
"B- Uncle B?" stuttered a surprised voice from the back of the classroom. Ryomaru nodded, a smirk playing on his lips at their collective disbelief.
"Yes, Uncle B. He's a great teacher and an even better friend." His tone was nonchalant, as though mentioning such an influential figure was a daily occurrence for him.
"And I also enjoy hanging out with Samui and Mabui-nee," he added, referring to the two renowned kunoichi of the village.
His words hung in the air for a moment, creating a thick atmosphere of awe. The idea of a child casually interacting with such powerful figures of the village was a concept that was too vast for most of them to comprehend.
The room exploded into a flurry of whispers, the students exchanging shocked and awed expressions. Ryomaru watched the commotion with amusement, a grin tugging at his lips. For him, these were just the people who had become his family.
Turning his attention back to Aoba, he concluded, "As for what I hope to achieve this year? I want to become a better ninja, to learn as much as I can, and to make my mom proud."
Aoba nodded, her stern expression softening a bit. "A commendable goal, Ryomaru. Thank you for sharing."
As Ryomaru sat down, he was met with a wide array of reactions. A few of the boys looked at him with a newfound respect, their earlier apprehension replaced by curiosity. The girls, on the other hand, were visibly smitten.
Shiromi was blushing furiously, her gaze fixed on the table in front of her. Her heart pounded in her chest at Ryomaru's words. He had sounded so mature, so confident, and that only made him more attractive to her. She could feel her cheeks warming at the mere thought of him.
Beside Shiromi, Tsubaki watched Ryomaru thoughtfully. She had been surprised by his casual mention of Killer B and the kunoichi, but what had truly caught her attention was his clear goal and dedication. Despite his easy-going charm and demeanor, Ryomaru was serious about his training. This only made her respect him more.
Next to Tsubaki, Karui was grinning from ear to ear. "You really know how to make an impression, big shot," she whispered to Ryomaru. Her tone was teasing, but her eyes were full of admiration.
Ryomaru shrugged, his grin never leaving his face. "It's just the truth," he replied nonchalantly.
Before any more could be said, Aoba cleared her throat loudly, bringing the room's attention back to her. "Let's move on to the next introduction," she said, effectively silencing the whispers. Her gaze swept across the room, finally landing on a shy girl with wavy purple hair.
"Shiromi, you're up," she prompted. All eyes turned to Shiromi, whose cheeks were still a shade of pink. Taking a deep breath, Shiromi rose to her feet, preparing to introduce herself.
Shiromi, a petite girl from the Yurayama Clan, rose from her chair, her purple hair framing her flushed face. Her brown eyes, contrasting beautifully with her violet locks, darted nervously around the room. The curious eyes of her peers made her heart thump loudly in her chest, a sudden wave of shyness washing over her.
"Um, h-hi," she stammered, her fingers fidgeting at the hem of her shirt. "I'm Shiromi... Yurayama Shiromi."
The room was silent, watching the normally reserved girl standing in the center of attention.
"I like... um... I like cloud watching," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. Her lips curved into a small, dreamy smile at the mention of her favorite pastime. "And... I dislike loud noises. They... they startle me."
Shiromi's voice trailed off, her words punctuated by a small giggle that seemed out of place in the hushed room. The collective awe in the room was tangible; the shy girl, who was barely heard before, was sharing herself with the class.
"As for what I want to achieve..." she paused, her gaze falling on Ryomaru, who was observing her with a warm smile. Her blush deepened at his attention, a fluttery feeling erupting in her chest. "I... I want to master the Yurayama Clan's cloud manipulation techniques... and make my clan proud."
Her words resonated with the others in the room. Several nods of understanding followed her sentiment. Despite her quiet demeanor, Shiromi had expressed her desire to uphold her clan's reputation, and that was something everyone in the room could relate to.
After Shiromi took her seat amidst the light applause, Aoba directed her stern gaze to Tsubaki of the Hishigawa Clan. Tsubaki rose smoothly, a composed air about her that contrasted with Shiromi's earlier shyness.
"I am Hishigawa Tsubaki," she began, her voice clear and confident. Her sharp, brown eyes scanned the room, a faint hint of challenge in her gaze. "I enjoy training, reading about various jutsu, and trying to perfect my clan's Lightning Release techniques."
Her statement, firm and unapologetic, was a clear testament to her dedication towards her ninja journey. A murmur of approval resonated around the room. Even Aoba's stern expression eased into a small, approving smile.
"I dislike dishonesty," Tsubaki continued, a hint of steel in her voice. "Honesty is a virtue that I believe everyone should uphold."
Her comment was met with nods of agreement from her peers, reflecting the admiration her forthrightness had garnered.
"This year, my goal is to improve my jutsu and become an asset to my team," she concluded, her gaze fleetingly meeting Ryomaru's. Her heart skipped a beat at his warm smile. There was something about his confidence that was infectious, and it made her resolve even stronger.
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