In our eyes

Team 5

Ivana already knew she would pass, so she wasn't surprised or relieved or reacted in any kind of way. She just stood up, just like two boys she didn't know until now.

They were students of another class of the same year, probably had a different Sensei until now. So the three just took their stuff, bowed as well and left the room together.

Anaki Kante was a relatively tall boy with his 1,63 meters. He had chocolate brown hair, light brown eyes. He wore a black top with a high collar and no sleeves. He also wore relatively loose black trousers and black high boots.

Izaki es actually even taller than Anaki, about 1,65 meters. He had slightly longer white hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a simple grey and blue shirt with two buttons on his collar and dark blue pants with the usual Shinobi sandals.

Both buys wrapped their heardbands like they were supposed to be, while Ivana wrapped it loosely around her neck, almost like a symbol. Like a shackle.

„You know my name, but I'm Anaki. Happy to meet you two!", the boy beamed happily. He obviously had a very bright and positive attitude.

Ivana sighed, while Izaki nodded shortly. Both of them didn't introduce themselves again, since the names were already been told and stood on the certificates as well.

„So... our sensei is Koshiro Hatikare", the boy continued, while Ivana looked down at the certificate. None of them knew the name, so Ivana came to the conclusion, that he might have been a shinobi that was part of the ANBU until now.
Whatever.

She rolled the paper up again and spoke shortly „See you Thursday", before she turned away and started walking over the ways and away from the academy, not waiting for an answer.

Their first training would begin on Thursday in two days. So until then she would have her leave and quiet.

Ivana walked quietly over the ways, ignored the glances like usual. The bandage around her eyes was anything but unobtrusive.
She looked like a freak and acted like one. Yeah, she probably was one by now.
Born and raised with a single purpose. To be a shinobi. To be the best. To serve.

She slowly stopped in front of the property on the edge of the village. With a quiet sigh, she carefully opened the door and stepped in, leaving her shoes at the entrance and spoke quietly „I'm back".

No answer.

Ivana walked into her room, taking off her jacket and neatly hanging it on the coat rack, before walking out over the hallway into the family's dojo, where her father and uncle were sitting on the low table.

„Ivana", her father, Harate Yazo, spoke calmly. His eyes on her, not leaving her out of his sight, as she slowly approached the table. She pulled the certificate out of her belt and laid it down on the table, kneeling down in front of it and her head lowered, waiting.

Her father took the document and analyzed it. Not a single word left his lift, the expression on his face not changing, while his brother, Tatake Yazo, looked at it as well.
He on the other hand nodded shortly.
„There's one point missing"

Ivana lowered her eyes even more. She stayed silent for a moment, just nodded shortly. She was missing a point in ‚Ninja-Weapon-Art', she knew that.

„I told you I expect perfection".
„Yes, father".
„Are you calling that perfect?".

Ivana bit the Inside of her cheek. She got full marks in all categories except for one. She had little to do with ninja weapons, only the usual ones, shuriken or kunais. But - it wasn't perfect.

„No, father".

Harate scoffed quietly, before he put the document down on the table again, the arms crossed, his eyes on his daughter, quiet und strict.