Whoop, here we go! The rewritten version of '| 01 | I Signed Up For The Academy?! |'!
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(On a side note, please ignore the bandanna thing in the picture above!!)
WARNING: Foul Language.
DISCLAIMER: I, LeTiffany, do not own the manga/anime Naruto or its characters. I only own the story plot and the Original Characters (OC) I create. All credits towards Naruto should go to Masashi Kishimoto.
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> Gemülichkeit: (German) a situation that induces a cheerful mood, peace of mind, with connotation of belonging and social acceptance, coziness and unhurry. <
| ⊰ ➴ ⊱ | Music: Naruto OST Album 2: Fooling Mode | Effects: No Effects For This Scene |
"Hey, Kakashi-san?"
"—Hm?"
"Could you move a little faster? I'm starting to have stomach pains and I think my brother's gonna puke."
"If he looks like he's going to puke, why should I go any faster?"
"So that his vomit can, like, get on everyone's faces! That would be flippin' hilarious."
"..."
"..."
"...You're strange, you know that?"
| ⊰ ➴ ⊱ | Opening Theme: Calling by FLOW | Music: No Current Music For This Scene | I Signed Up For The Academy? ; 私はアカデミーにサインアップ?! | Effects: Birds Chirping (Faintly) |
"Hmm..."
"..."
No longer able to put up with the older man's intent stare, you released an unnatural cough and unconsciously averted your eyes elsewhere for a second, but it wasn't a moment later before you hurriedly directed your meek gaze back to the Hokage's aged, wrinkled face (so as to not show weakness and, ultimately, save face). You strained to keep the ersatz smile plastered on your features from cracking or slipping whilst this happened, though you inwardly frowned upon finding that doing so was considerably harder than usual, for you were not particularly as confident as you wanted to be as of the moment. But then again, anyone would be rather apprehensive and anxious if they found themselves under the Lord Hokage's morbidly steady and scrutinising gaze.
"Hm. So, [Name], you're from another village?"
[E/c] hues flickered upwards for a brief moment as you mulled over the various, plausible-sounding answers you could give the other, the hands you had loosely wrapped around your brother's shoulders tightening in their grip ever so slightly as you did so, much in the same manner as the fingers clasping the hem of your shirt had.
"Uh...well, when you put it that way..."
A fleeting silence as you brought your eyes back to the Hokage's bemused countenance.
"—Yes...?" He began once he realised that you were most probably not going to continue from your last sentence without some urging or prompting.
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