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We all had seated back in the classroom, tired of throwing around ninja stars. Of course, I had to make a fool out of myself for Naruto's sake since the teacher was being rather obnoxious about the poor boy's aim. I am realizing now that everyone makes fun of my fellow blonde whisker friend, just because of a few mistakes here and there. I was beginning to become tired at their disapproval stares and mocking words thrown at him. So, I decided to make myself look like a fool to make everyone steer away from Naruto and directed at me. But boy, was it gruesome. I was the last one who entered the classroom, snickers and evil comments were thrown under a whisper directed at me. "People can be so rude, now I know how Naruto feels. Everyone just assumes the worst of him without actually giving him a chance to prove himself." I thought while sliding into my seat next to naruto. I looked over at him to see him minding his own business, ignoring everything that surrounds him. "He's so used to being treated like this, he ignores it. Just keeps smiling like it's not a big deal. But deep down, I know he's feeling hurt which makes me question why? Why does he get treated so poorly for doing absolutely nothing?"

I glared at the pinkett who rolled her eyes at Naruto and told him to bug off. I could see the sadness in his eyes when she said that to him and it made my boil how cruel people really were in this village. I poke Naruto's side and he jumped at my touch, but I just smile sweetly at him to cheer him up.

Mo: You wanna go get some ramen after school naruto?

His dull blue eyes brighten at my comment and a giant dorky smile was now plastered on his face from joy.

Naruto: That sounds like a great idea, you read my mind Moriah!!

I chuckled and nodded at the happy boy, glad I could do something to make him happy. I looked at the front of the classroom to see that Iruka-sensei was writing something on the board and put the chalk down when he was finished. The word "Rules of Shinobi" was written in neat handwriting.

Iruka-sensei: now then, let's go over the rules of being a shinobi. Can anyone tell me why we have rules?

No one dared to raise their hand and it was beginning to become quite stressful. "Do I answer or not. It's quite simple really, how come no one is raising their hand" I thought and suddenly saw Sakura's hand shot up.

Sakura: well without law, there's no order. Becoming a shinobi is all about following directions

Iruka-sensei: yes, but there's more to just order Sakura. Upon being a shinobi, one must obey certain rules when it comes to the missions. Shinobi must never show their emotions, even when their under stress and there's no solution. It's a weakness that must never be shown. If a shinobi ever shows such emotion, they can lead their team into failure and may cause havoc on the field. They are simply a tool to their village to achieve its goal

I raised my eyebrow at his statement and sighed loudly, giving a light chuckle. Big mistake. Iruka and everyone else drew their attention to me, questionable looks staring at my angry face.

Iruka-sensei: is there something wrong, Moriah?

Mo: yea there is

Iruka: and what seems to be the matter?

Mo: your rule is psychotic

Everyone gasped at my choice of words as I stood up from my chair. Naruto gave me a pleaded look and gestured my chair for me to sit down on. I shook my head and shoved my hands in my pocket.

Iruka: excuse me? I'm sorry that you think are rule are crazy but they are made from your Hokage that you are going to protect

Mo: how can people just shove their emotions aside. You're telling us that we basically must be robots, robots that don't show emotion like happiness or love, or even scared. But that's not possible because we're humans. Yea we may follow the rules and strive to become emotionless, but we're still human; and we may not can kill off all our emotions. Our emotions make everyone different and become a better shinobi. I was taught that even though I must follow the rules, there comes a time where I must bend the rule to adapt and cope with the situation at hand

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