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He was bored and thankful that this would be his final year at the academy before he could graduate. He had already read over the course material and made plenty of outlines regarding the history class. Truthfully, he found the class incredibly dull. He didn't like to be kept up inside. He wanted to be out learning practical knowledge that would him survive in the world of shinobi.
But he could only get so far teaching himself from the taijutsu and ninjutsu scrolls he found in the Uchiha district, and needed someone to help him one-on-one. He knew better than to attempt to move on to the more advanced set of scrolls without help. Especially after the incident when he tried a high-class fire jutsu that exploded in his face, leaving him with burns and a nasty case of chakra exhaustion. He was lucky that a jounin had been returning from training and heard the explosion. A scolding from the Hokage and doctor had taught him a valuable lesson to not try anything too far over his head without some supervision.
Still, he had to be stronger. So, he made sure to take his time mastering the basics before moving on to the advanced steps. He could only hope that his sensei was capable enough to help him fulfill his goals.
Speaking of which, he turned his attention back to the class as he thought about which of them he would be stuck with as his teammates.
Out of all of his classmates, he probably respected the Aburame the most. The two of them weren't friends by any stretch of the imagination, but he was impressed by the boy's calculative mind and skills. Sure he was quiet and reserved, but then again so was he.
It was wishful thinking to think that he would be able to get away with not having a kunoichi placed on his team. He was sick of all of them. He was sick of every last one of them. Always swooning and ogling him everywhere he went. It was annoying.
Well, not all of them were like that. He glanced over his shoulder towards the back corner of the room, where a white-eyed girl diligently paid attention to Iruka's every word.
No, the Hyuuga was not like the rest. He could at least tolerate her. As one would assume from someone of her clan, her taijutsu skills were unmatched by the other girls of class. The only reason he felt that she wasn't the top kunoichi was because of her grades. While there was no denying she was intelligent, Sakura was ahead of her in that department. On top of that, the grade for taijutsu was only based on the academy style and did not take other factors into consideration.
The only thing that bugged him about her was her shyness. He didn't know what kind of situation she faced at home, but whatever it was, it had obviously molded her into the withdrawn person she was. The only times he ever saw her come out of her shell was whenever…"
"NARUTO! Pay attention!" Iruka shouted as he threw his chalk, pegging Naruto in the forehead.
"Oww, Iruka-sensei," he drawled in a whine, "I didn't do anything."
"That's the problem," Iruka replied as he climbed up the step to his row. "What is this?" he asked picking up Naruto's "notes."
On the piece of paper was a badly drawn doodle of what appeared to be Naruto with kunai in hand as he flew towards a group of large, cartoon ants on fire.
Sasuke could only roll his eyes as Iruka started going off on a tangent about making good notes. As he turned his attention away from the bickering duo, he spotted Hinata off in the corner barely controlling her giggling over the antics of the blonde.
Yes, he was the only one she lit up for. It was odd for him to see the only girl in his class that wasn't head-over-heels for him seemingly pay attention to the class's dead last.
Well, he couldn't call him that anymore. Although he would never stop calling him that just to get on the blonde boy's nerves, Sasuke had to admit that Naruto no longer held that position. That title was purely due to his abysmal grades and mistreatment from the teachers. Sasuke wasn't blind. He had seen throughout the years as the teachers and the villagers had shunned and ostracized the boy.
They were fools.
Sasuke knew firsthand that Naruto wasn't as stupid as other people believed him to be. At first he couldn't believe his eyes, but it would come to pass that Naruto could be found everyday at lunch reading a book. Since none of the other kids would let him sit with them, he had taken to sitting by himself off under the tree in the corner of the courtyard.
One day, Sasuke had been visiting the shinobi library, when he came across the same books that the dobe always carried with him. The green color and spiral design on the cover could not be mistaken for anything else. Curiosity overcame him as he grabbed the closest volume of the set and opened it. To put it bluntly, he couldn't understand a word of it. He was surprised to say the least that the supposed "dead last" was studying what was considered by many to be the most complex of the shinobi arts.
He wanted to shake off the whole thing as a ploy by the prankster to make himself seem smarter, but one day, he had seen first-hand what the blonde could do as he watched him seal away an old lady's bag of groceries to help lighten her load. No, Naruto may not be the brightest person, but in regards to sealing, Sasuke could tell that he was something special.
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