"i am chirasu, soramiya--and i know that it is your pleasure to meet me, humans."
with a dominant stance in front of the whole class, arms crossed across her chest; she raised her head up and looked down on all the students that was said to be her classmates.
such puny kids? infants? they were in the same class as her?
then they better live up to her expectations.
the teacher wryly smiled, a drop of sweat dripping down his temple from the introduction of the girl. "alright.. uhm, thank you! you may now take your seat, chirasu-san!"
"it's chirasu-sama."
"w-what?"
"you heard me."
"i-- uhm, yes.. you may now take your seat, chirasu-sama.."
soramiya raised a brow at him, but nevertheless walked pass him and sat down to her seat. "thank you, iruka-sensei."
"yeah, uhm.." iruka awkwardly coughed to his fist. "next student?"
a pretty looking kid walked down the stairs.
the blonde girl with a god complex briefly saw his face when he walked pass her, but she did remember his features. it was pretty noticeable.
he was pretty noticeable.
the boy looked timid, well, good thing he was; compared to the other five-to-six year old kids that were acting all brash.
looking all nervous, he gulped; stuffing his hands inside his pockets before he soon steeled his nerves; determination filled him up.
"i am uchiha, sasuke." he introduced with a confident expression, "i...i like tomatoes, my nii-san.. and i want to be like my nii-san one day!"
her ears perked up at his words.
'uchiha?'
huh.
no wonder he looked like izuna.
🍀🍀🍀
"hm.."
observing the whole class, she noticed how every clan heir was inside.
hmph.
at least the one who organized this class made the clan heirs be worthy enough to be joined with hers. an uzumaki, uchiha, hyuuga, nara, inuzuka, and et cetera.
she wondered why there were no senjus, though.
what happened?
what happened to her clan..
why were the uchihas considered as outcasts?
hashirama, madara and sora made a village with all the thought of uniting every clan. no war, just peace with no children getting scared and hurt from violent acts.
though she did remember the proposition madara had about this village still not meeting peace. he wanted to be in control of all the villages--lands, even. and sora agreed with his beliefs, too.
she died before even seeing the village to its full potential, so she definitely had no idea of what happened the next few decades after her death.
hashirama senju married mito uzumaki based on the history books, and soramiya must applaud him for finally getting a wife. she didn't think the day would come. but she did hear that hashirama was at odds with his wife a lot--so soramiya guessed she shouldn't applaud him after all..
no history of madara got married, though. she wondered why since he was the clan leader after all. the same was to be said with tobirama, who is also wife-less.
well, no matter.
it was all in the past.
everything is in the past.
though she couldn't help but feel hurt; knowing that her friends eventually moved on from her death years later like nothing ever happened.
..or did they?
if they did move on or not, she shouldn't care anymore.
soramiya chirasu was her body right now, but inside she is sora saeki. nothing will change that fact; and it must be why she's still worried about her close friends and what happened to them.
"hm.." putting a hand on her chin, a few stray golden strands of her hair grew riggid from the stress of worrying she was currently under.
'is it possible that the history books are lying? most of it were written by tobirama, though..' she quite knew the man since she was the one who trained the second hokage, but that didn't mean she knew the guy entirely.
sometimes he lied, sometimes he was honest.
he held a lot of secrets.
what if tobirama rigged the books?
or something..
'what if-'
"hey! why aren't y-" a new face popped up in front of sora, and on reflex, she jabbed the kid's stomach with her elbow. "-oW!"
the kid bent down while holding their soon-to-be bruised stomach, eyes wide and all with his breathing going riggid.
sora looked down at the kid, raising a brow at how hurt he looked. she forgot that war wasn't common here anymore, so she must've thought that a light blow can be avoided by the boy. though, unfortunately.. children at this age still weren't trained.
"..t--that hurt.."
"i know."
"i- i just wanted to ask if you wanted to-" he breathed heavily. "-if you wanted to j-join us.."
"no."
"...'kay."
and just like that, the inuzuka heir went back to his circle of friends--with a cute little dog waddling behind him.
she watched the kid go away before sitting on the ground, next to a girl who looked rather shy. soramiya blinked her azure irises at the packed bento her dad made for her before untying the piece of clothing wrapped around it. and instantly, a delicious aroma filled her nostrils.
it seems like the smell also got caught onto the girl next to her; based on the sudden turn of head with long pinkish locks swinging.
noticing that; the blonde held up a taiyaki for her, "you want it?"
the girl looked shocked for a second. she was about to shake her head for a no, but the smell was just too good to resist.
"here. although, i'm not spood feeding you."
the girl's viridescent irises gleamed in joy. "t--thank you.."
"most welcome."
a tiny bite was what she first did, and then the second; a huge munch on the snack.
"and you are?"
"haruno s-sakura.."
"hm."
the pink human was cute; sora noted.
maybe she should interact with other humans more.
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