After the introduction had finished, there wasn’t much to say about her, Miki was ushered to a seat on the front row. Originally the only seat that was open had been in the middle of the back, but after a bit of thought Yuu asked one of the students if they’d open up a seat next to where Hisoka normally was, in hopes to keep Miki from falling too awfully far behind on concepts that might be difficult for her to understand. She seemed to be at least slightly comfortable around the boy.
Unfortunately, as always seemed to happen after a lesson started, Hisoka promptly propped his head up on his arms and fell into a strange state of sleep. His eyes might have been slightly open, but he was in no way awake. Miki realized this after only a few minutes, and while she mimicked his way of sitting, she was careful to pay complete attention to the lecture that began. The concept of chakra wasn’t something she was completely unfamiliar with, she’d known faint basics of molding chakra even before she’d begun living in Konoha.
They’d been required for the experiments.
Then, within the last few weeks, Hayate, Kaminari, and Tomi had taught her a few more details in hopes of giving her at least a small foot up when she joined the class. As such, she may not have had knowledge of special jutsu like some of the children in her class, but she did at least know the basics of performing it. Despite that, however, she began to pick up on several unfamiliar terms as the teacher spoke. She made a mental note to question someone about them later, or attempt to look them up. Her reading skills had improved a little with Hayate and Kaminari’s help, although she doubted that she’d actually be able to find the information she needed on those flimsy skills alone.
At one point in the lecture, the teacher’s eyes fell upon Hisoka in the seat next to her, and he pursed his lips in annoyance. He’d long since realized that the little shinobi often fell asleep during his lessons. Snapping his book shut, the teacher stepped forward and placed a single hand on the table in front of Hisoka. Snickers echoed through the class as he gave the boy a thin lipped smile. Like Yuu, none of Hikoka’s classmates were unfamiliar with the boy’s habit.
“Now, I’m sure that you all would like to move on from the lesson to practice, wouldn’t you?” their teacher questioned and a murmur of agreement swept through the room. “How about we have Hisoka-kun give us an example of one of the basic techniques I mentioned?”
Startled awake by the sound of his name, Hisoka blinked, eyeing his teacher blearily.
“What?”
Laughter replaced the soft snickers, and Yuu’s patience frayed even further. Miki on the other hand cocked her head, curious to see what her self-proclaimed big brother would do. He yawned, straightened up in his seat, and offered their teacher a slightly amused smile.
“Did you need something, Yuu-sensei?”
“I believe I asked if you would demonstrate one of the justus on the board,” his teacher replied wearily.
His irritation that had been building up died away within an instant when he remembered just who he’d been attempting to embarrass in front of the class. Hisoka simply grinned, slipping out of his seat and offering his teacher a slightly mocking bow.
“Sure thing!” he replied, then turned his eyes to Miki. “Oh, and pay close attention to this, if you want help I’ll show it to you again later.”
With that, he moved to the front of the classroom, glancing at the board for a second before spinning around and clasping his hands together in the simple sign required at the beginning of the technique.
“Henge no Jutsu,” he announced, changing the sign as needed and giving a cocky grin just as a small puff of smoke appeared around him.
His teacher sighed as the boy was immediately revealed to have transformed himself into a perfect copy of Yuu himself. The class on the other hand cheered him on.
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Smoke and Lightning (A Naruto Fanfiction) [Complete]
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