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·˚✎ ﹏ Awareness, fear, and unsettling feelings of all kind are always lingering in the hearts of shinobi, no matter the power an individual may possess. As such, it's common knowledge that feelings can't be suppressed forever.
Under these conditions, Sakura Haruno was no exception.
"It's as I've expected, if I'm being honest..." The pinkette informs with a hint of nervousness in her voice, laying the document in her hand down on the table in front of her. An ANBU member, whom Sakura recognized to be Rabbit, handed out copies of it to the many people also seated at the table with her. People who were probably more than three times her age, mind you. Most of them might have even been four times her age.
Reluctantly forcing herself to meet the academy sensei's eyes as well as the council members' speculating gazes, Sakura inwardly sighed.
Wasn't this supposed to be a meeting with just her and the academy senseis? Why did they have to be here?
Despite her irritation, Sakura continued,
"The problem isn't the idea of the current standard curriculum, it's merely how you all chose to go about it, is all." She informed, biting her bottom lip in relatively well-masked uncomfort.
As surprising as it was to admit, the actual Academy curriculum wasn't all that bad, as unreal as that possibility sounds. She means, except for some minor things of course.
To be completely honest, the main issues were almost entirely built upon the behaviors, such as the bullying, the lack of attention payed to the students(the civilians in particular) by the teachers, the inferiority complexes on both sides of the spectrum, students andsenseis alike, and many, many more examples.
Sakura's gaze drew back down to the document on the table and, with a click of her tongue, picked up her papers and handed the more important ones to Dragon. Dragon in turn opened the folder and carefully examined the newly disclosed contents.
The pinkette tapped her thin fingers on the armrest of her chair, keeping one arm crossed over the other. Subtly glancing down at her pale hands, Sakura silently waited for the council members and sensei at the table to look over their copies.
There was barely-kept quietness for a minute as the various educators in the room looked over the documents with widened and panicked eyes. Some of them looked offended, too. It wasn't too hard to guess why, Sakura figured.
Remember what she said about the sensei in the academy having inferiority complexes? Yeah, she was guessing she was about to see a whole lotta that come to show right about...
