"Ohayo, sensei," Large green eyes were the first thing that greeted Katawara Kazuya when he woke up. He most certainly did not scream like a little girl, no matter what his very un-cute student insist on.
"Now, Shiori-chan, lesson one: Students don't try to frighten their teachers. It's not allowed." Katawara coughed into his hands and reprimanded his student. Shiori furrowed her brows, "I thought Elite Jounins were supposed to be high-level ninjas who were able to sense their surroundings well."
A strike to the heart, Kazuya wept internally. Why couldn't he get a cuter ninja, why this child. "Well, let's just say there are exceptions."
"Okay." Shiori nodded. Bless her undying loyalty to superiors.
"Well then, let's begin lesson one." Katawara grinned. Shiori frowned, "But I thought lesson one was-"
"Details, details," Katawara brushed it away, "Now, what is chakra?"
"Chakra is essential to even the most basic technique. Through various methods, the most common of which is hand seals, chakra can be controlled and manipulated to create an effect that would not be possible otherwise, such as walking on water, exhaling fire, or creating illusions. Chakra is ordinarily not visible to the unaided eye unless it is highly concentrated or manifested in large amounts. This is rarely seen due to the restrictions of eight specific Tenketsu known as the Eight Gates, which limit the amount of chakra an individual can release at a single given time." Shiori answered accordingly to what she remembered. Katawara frowned, he was not looking for a textbook answer, "Okay, that's what your textbook says. What do you think Chakra is?"
"What I think...?" Shiori said it slowly, "I think..."
Silence. Katawara smiled, he expected children to be unable to form an opinion, especially one so young. But his smile stilled as his student actually managed to answer his question.
"I think Chakra is like a soap. It's slippery but always there, once you manage to have a firm grip on your soap, much like having the control over your chakra, you are able to use the soap properly. If you have control over your chakra, you are able to utilize chakra to its fullest extent." Shiori seemed pleased with her answer. She had a soft smile on her face, lifting her baby fat up a little.
Katawara Kazuya started at his student and wondered why wasn't Itachi Uchiha the one who was teaching this child. This was a genius child, it's no wonder Hokage wanted her to be guided properly because heavens forbid another clanless child turn out like Orochimaru.
"Right, very interesting concept." Kazuya nodded, "Then let's move on to the first chakra control exercise. Stick this leave to your forehead."
He handed her a small leave, smaller than even her palm, and smiled, "Well get to work."
Shiori stared at the leave long and hard before placing the leave on her forehead. She let go of her hand and the leave stuck, didn't even tilt as she looks up at him. "Like this?"
Okay, perhaps he should go more advanced. "... Amazing, now let's move on to Tree Walking."
Shiori beamed.
Months passed by and by now Shiori was almost got the hang of chakra manifesting much to Kazuya's amazement. The improvement was amazing and his student already got the three basic Academy Jutsu's, officially promoting her as a genin (under the orders of the Hokage, of course). She had tied the headband to her head and was light-hearted for the rest of that particular week.
But today was an amazing day, Katawara Kazuya was about to meet his idol, the great Jiraiya-sama! The author of his favourite novel, the idol of his dreams and his inspiration as a ninja. He was visibly trembling with excitement.
Shiori looks at her teacher, "Katawara-sensei, what are you doing?"
Katawara froze, he grinned sheepishly at his student, face turning redder as each second passed. "I'm, uh, you know-"
"Sensei, you became a tomato." Shiori pointed out, face soothing into a deadpan.
Katawara coughed and informed, "We're going to see a famous Sannin."
Shiori beamed and tilted her head a little, suggesting a name that was certainly not who they were meeting, "Tsunade-sama?"
"No." Katawara denied the ideal eyes twitching. His student looked downtrodden and suggested another name after some time, "... Orochimaru-san?"
Katawara Kazuya drained of all blood and felt horror rising within him. The sheer idea of even thinking of that snake Sannin made him shiver in disgust, he quickly spat out a denial. "NO!"
"Who?" Shiori asked softly, no longer excited. Katawara wondered what went through this girl's head, he can't believe she would even think of Orochimaru.
"We're going to see the best of all, Jiraiya-sama the Toad Sage!" He declared proudly, looking at her for her reaction.
"... Ah." Shiori commented, looking away with a cloud of gloom hanging over her head.
"Don't sound so unenthusiastic, chibisuke," Katawara commented dryly.
"I'm not." she denied.
"Your tone doesn't sound like it." Katawara huffed and walked away. Knowing that his student was trailing behind him. He stuffed his hand into his pocket and went into an inn, "A suite for two, two bedrooms, please."
The inn lady batted her eyelash at him, "Of course."
He cringed, yeah no, no way. He smirked and placed two hands on Shiori, "Please prepare a smaller sized bathrobe for this little lady here."
His smirk widened as the inn lady deflated. Hah, take that! Shiori regarded him with a look of boredom. Party pooper, this child.
The next day, Katawara walked into a pub with Shiori trailing behind him. He spotted a familiar white-haired figure chatting up a lady and walked over. Shiori glanced around in curiosity, she watched openly as another man molested a woman, wondering what exactly the man was doing.
As they reached the white-haired man, Katawara cleared his throat, "Evening, Jiraiya-sama."
Jiraiya jumped and turned, "Ah... Hai?"
His attention was split between the lady and Katawara. The lady was fed up and huffed, leaving a gaming Sannin behind. Jiraya deflated and glared Katwara, "What?"
"Sorry, for... That, Jiraiya-sama, this is from the Hokage." He handed over a scroll. Jiraiya glanced at Shiori, "Who's the brat?"
"This is Shiori Haruno, a civilian born prodigy." informed Katawara, Jiraya widened his eyes and look at Shiori, "Civilian born? Does she have a clan?"
"No."
"Oh," Jiraiya looked at Shiori properly and smirked, "Hello, I am the great Toad Sage, Jiraiya!"
Shiori stared at him unimpressed, but only because she was under a polite obligation, "Domo, Shiori Haruno, genin."
She then turned to her sensei, "The last of the sannin is a pervert?" she ignored the spluttering of Jiraya.
"Uhm..." Her sensei trailed off sheepishly.
"I'm disappointed." Shiori deadpanned and looked away with a sigh.
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Preview
"Sensei~ teach me."
"No, not yet."
"Sensei, Jiraiya says that he will stop writing."
"Gah! Shut up!"
"Sensei, look, it's a pig."
"Holy-"
"Sensei, she has really big boobs"
"Shiori, shut up, please."
"Hai~"
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A/N: How dis :3
