A soft, tired sigh left Naomi's lips as she finished stocking a Taijutsu classroom (dojo?) with kunai. Thankfully, her superiors gave her this particular assignment when there wasn't a class running around with the dangerous little slabs of metal, so her work hadn't been any harder than needed. Still, though, the work hadn't been without its sidetrack: a Taijutsu classroom often holding knife-throwing children (the really young ones) tended to have a few lost-now-found items and even more broken things that were purposely hidden. There'd been such a relatively large amount of items that she'd taken a decent two minutes to decide whether she'd bother with cleaning house or leaving it be.
Of course, she'd ended up cleaning it. She would never have been able to stop thinking about it because her powerful inner clean-freak would never have let her go. So she'd taken a hearty extra twenty minutes and found all of the items and cataloged them, and of course, she had made sure to utilize the various shadows in the darkened room to make things go faster. And while the dojo-classroom was clean and primed for another round of annoying children to abuse it tomorrow, she'd burned out her daily helping of good work ethic. So she told her superiors that she was finished for the day and would report early the next day to do more good deeds.
Now, anyone that knew Naomi and her personality would know that she wasn't one to work hard and do 'good deeds'. Even her instructors-turned-bosses were surprised when she'd returned after graduating and requested work in the Academy. She'd never worked too hard on her basic studies or even tried to fit in with the student body, all out of sheer boredom and a lack of real motivation. But it took only about a week for everyone to understand why she'd returned. While many Students-turned-Genin did missions in teams, she didn't; after all, she wasn't in any sort of rush to become a Chuunin. Instead, her days consisted of cleaning and stocking the Academy while she learned more advanced Jutsu from her various previous instructors and the few readable (to her) books in the school. These sorts of Jutsu were usually taught on missions by Chuunin and Jounin team leaders (or captains? She never took the time to remember the exact titles).
While she embraced the chance to learn more complex and interesting things about Chakra and Jutsu, she'd only been slightly discouraged by the amount of work she ended up gaining, which she hadn't expected. This particular day was one of the easier days, given after a particularly difficult one. Or ones, in this case, as the last two had been rather strenuous. She simply wanted to go home, and would probably stop on the way to pick up dinner. And she'd been in the process of doing so, obvious by the fact that the Academy doors slammed shut behind her. A breeze ruffled the folds of her heavy cloak, though it didn't pierce the material: she'd been careful to make sure it stayed closed so that it constantly shielded her frame from the chill. Her hood was down, so the breeze that'd touched her cloak did the same to the revealed bottom half of her face, which caused her to turn her head instinctively.
She saw the shadows of two people after she did so, out near the outskirts of the Academy. Usually, two people so close meant that someone was being taught something, so she naturally started towards them to get into earshot of the lesson. They weren't very far, so it took her less than a minute to get close enough, but by that time, she knew something was off. Some hard object on the ground had the oddest shadow, one of twisted and broken parts.
"You're some teacher pretending to...be dumb." The voice was of a young boy's, probably an academy student. Naomi knew he hadn't meant her (neither one of the people seemed to have turned in her direction) because he pointed at the other figure, who stood next to a larger quadruped. So, the other must have looked old enough to be an instructor. Grand.
"You're trying to reverse my psychology...uh, pretend to be a freak so you can get me to not wanna come here. Well...uh, you..." At this, she cleared her throat. She didn't know what he meant entirely, but she did know that neither of them was allowed to leave until this matter was sorted.
If either were to turn to the sound, they'd find a rather frowny Naomi. Taller than both at over six feet and sheathed to her ankles in a thick, dark cloak, she hoped to cut an intimidating figure. She couldn't tell any small, visual reactions they had on account of her lack of sight, the fact only slightly hidden by a dark strip of cloth wrapped around the top half of her face. Which was mostly covered by the bangs of her short but thick and fluffy hair.
"I'm not cleaning this thing up, whatever it is. I don't care who cleans it and who receives the consequences or benefits of this situation, but neither of you is leaving until it's up." Her voice was firm and almost monotone, and obviously displeased, if the frown on her pale face wasn't enough to give the impression of her being such. "And I don't want to hear anything about my not having the authority to tell you what to do. I work for the Academy, this is on Academy grounds, so unless you have a recognized position here, I do have the working authority on this ground's healthy and safety." I think.