12 year old Sakuya Fujikami is a young ninja of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. She originally came from her island home of The Land of Blossoms but went to live in the Hidden Leaf Village with Kakashi Hatake as her Guardian. At the age of 12, Sak...
The Uchiha's right hand is injured from training. He wears a short sleeved black shirt with a high collar, black shorts and straps wrapping around the bandages on his legs. He has tan coloured elbow guards on his elbows. There were black sandals on his feet, Sasuke's bangs have grown longer, too, in the past month.
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Gaara says, "I told you he'd come."
Kakashi says, "Sorry we're late! You wouldn't believe the traffic!"
Genma questions as we all grin at thrm, "And, you are...?"
Sasuke glances at the Proctor as he answers coolly, "I'm Sasuke Uchiha." The crowd bursts into cheer.
Naruto huffs, "So you finally showed up after all?! I was betting you wouldn't come, because sooner or later, you'll have to face me!"
Sasuke says, "So, what about you and Sakuya-chan? Did you guys win?"
"You know it! But Sakuya-chin is really P. Oed with you, Kakashi Sensei."
The silverette looks to me on the viewing balcony, only to sweat drop at the sight of a gloomy aura swirling around me, an unimpressed look on my face.
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"I'll... make it up to her after the finals," He murmurs, giving me an apologetic closed eye smile.
Sasuke responds to Naruto, "Heh! Well, don't get too full of yourself; you're still a loser." They smile at one another. "Hey!" I blink my eyes and look at the Uchiha, a little surprised he'd addressed me. "Congratulations on your victory. I knew you'd make it."
"Thanks, Sasuke-Teme!" I call back, a little annoyed he'd been late and almost missed his match. Sasuke sweat drops a little at what I'd just called him.
Kakashi says to Genma, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "Sorry we kept you waiting, but, uhm... how late are we? I mean! It's not like Sasuke's... well... disqualified, or anything, right?"
We all look to the Proctor as he sighs in exasperation, "Like master, like pupil, even down to your lousy sense of time."
