Anbu Princess

Chapter 1- Boredom

"Boredom comes from a boring mind."

― Metallica

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Btw

I DONT OWN NARUTO. Nothing!!!!!!

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Sitting in my usual spot in the back of the spacious classroom that was not coincidentally far as one could get from the rest of my peers. Absently listening to the loud chatter of my classmates, while keeping an ear on listening to Iruka-Sensei reminding everyone once again the do's and do not when sparring. Well, a neutered version of it least. The clan kids have had a version of this same lecture drilled into their thick skulls before they even entered the Academy. Iruka's spiel is purely for the civic's benefit even if they don't know it.

Though Iruka's effort ends up being mostly pointless for the most part considering that most if not all the civil kids dropping out in a year or so to pursue something more 'fitting' from their parents stand point.

Kohona tells future upstarts that they will get the glory if they become a Shinobi or a Kunoichi, but they aren't told about how most of the time it's more gore than glory. Even the clan kids are caught up in the glory of it all because their parents want their children to have a childhood since we aren't in a time of war so it's almost the social norm for Shinobi upstarts to preach about becoming the best then go off to play a silly game instead of training.

Now that in itself pisses me off. They wish for their children to be safe and to be protected. Then they are put into the Academy expecting that it will be enough. They are frankly underprepared in every sense of the word. Well not including the Uchiha clan and a couple of small clans that have been providing outstanding Shinobi even under the banners of peace. Konoha in itself is a village that is built upon layers and layers of propaganda.

Konoha, of course, is not the only village that uses propaganda, but they are the only ones to glorify the Shinobi lifestyle. Mostly when it comes to their first kills.

Their 'Shinobi' Academy is also fallen so far. Catering more to keeping civilians kids in than actually training them.

It's gotten to the point where all the qualifications one needs to graduate the academy is three E-Ranked Jutsu.

Their program is the laughingstock of the Elemental Nations. How does this relate to me you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Konoha's new Shinobi generations have fallen far compared to the older generations.

The majority of them lack focus; rather play ninja then train to actually become one. The girls rather spend their time trading gossip, their looks, and flirting with the male population. Peace has made the village lethargic. Were are a Shinobi village, thriving on war, not peace.

I could blame being bored out of my mind for the borderline traitorous ideas, but alas I cannot. Clearing my mind I continued twirling the glinting silver senbon as I just sat there only half listening.

The reason for the boring lecture other than the fact for the Sensei's sick pleasure; is the fact that we're going to have the chance to get to spar without practically Sensei breathing down our necks.

Although I have to admit that his concern is rather a valid one. Considering that all the girls except Moi are rabid foaming at the mouth fan girls.

Although to be fair to both sides the guys are not that much better. Considering for some mysterious reason their egos are sky high. In which sprouts the daily idiotic competitions; except of course Shikamaru because that would just be just 'too troublesome' to participate in.

About ten minutes of talking Iruka finally deemed that he explained enough that a goldfish would remember, he has finally deemed to let the class the ability to actually be able to spar. Seeing Iruka just sigh in defeat I leisurely stood up from the bench. Stretching my arm up above my head and hearing the satisfying soft popping sounds of my spine.

While mostly everyone ran out like rabid dogs, choosing instead to walk out of the room like a civil person that I am. Well, most of the time anyway.

I walked outside too, unfortunately, meet my sparring partner.

My partner is, unfortunately, is the bimbo in the making: Ino. The Junior Bimbo is also the self-claimed #1 Sasuke fan girl and the leader of those fangirl parasites. Seeing that the Bimbo has taken upon herself to get the closest spot to her 'Sasuke-Kun'. So not worth the effort to make her move considering. Whatever. It will be pretty funny if she gets hits by being practically right on top of him. Getting into the spot a bit aways from her. Seeing that she was just drooling, rather unattractively I might add, at the young Uchiha. I couldn't stop rolling my eyes at how predictable she is. She has been just ogling the boy for five straight minutes.

"Yamanaka." I drawled adding a silent bitch under my breath. The blonde bimbo parasite decided to turn towards me as if just noticing that I was there. I wouldn't really be surprised if it were true.

"Yeah, freak? Don't you see I'm busy here?" She shrieked at me. I swear I am going to be deaf by the end of the month.

"Yamanaka, don't you want to show him what you're made of?" I countered. Pandering is the only effective way to get a fan-girl to do anything productive. Well productive as in not ogling the person of passion.

"Well, at least you'll be good for something freak." I got a good eye-roll in before she attacked me.

Although her attacking me, in reality, can be compared to a civilian's. 

When she came relatively close to me I sidestepped to the right, making her face plant hard onto the ground with a loud thud.

"You'll pay you little freak!" Then she did the same exact thing as before. I just sidestepped again with my hands behind my back. To the blondes credit, she just stumbled this time.

I then suddenly felt a wide wave of killing intent from behind me, which I cancelled out with my own killing intent. As I wrapped it around my body like armour. I watched as the bimbo once again faces planted into the muddy splotch of ground, everyone else doing the same too. I turned around and looked up towards the source. A lone Anbu stood on top of the Academy building. The Anbu looked at me and disappeared to just reappear five feet in front of me.

"What's your name?" The Anbu said in a stoic tone with a hint of boredom.

"Misaki Kazama. Sir." I said flatly. 

"Misaki. You'll need to come with me." He asked in the same tone.

"Alright," I replied. Before I knew it I was swallowed up by darkness.