Unlike the last time she had been to this place, this time Shizuka had a clear understanding on which roads to take to get where she had to be at. Suika had been generous enough to explain her the way to the foreign Senju. At least that’s how Shizuka had secretly labelled the stranger. Saying it out loud would probably be rude, so she had kept the nickname to herself. Besides, now that he lived here he was probably seen as one of the Cloud. There were those who were rooted harder into traditions and the past in general, but most of the ones she hung with were fairly easy going in that area - probably because of their age. Older people blamed it on the lack of war or said that the Academy was growing softer. Well, Shizuka didn’t know if any of that was true. In fact, she thought that the older Shinobi were sometimes dealing with the youth a bit too harshly. Especially when they were hopping behind on the majority of the class - Shizuka found it a bit sad to witness these cases. Before she had enriched her knowledge on the matter of there being not enough people with the abilities to mold chakra, she had wondered why those who weren’t proficient at it hadn’t just been sent back home.
Now, in some sick way, the tortuous road the weaker students had to take made sense. It didn’t make witnessing it any less painful, though.
Silently crossing the little path that led to the dojo she pushed away the gloomy thoughts. Right now was time of discovery and fun, or something. All the depressing matters could wait until she had to deal with them again. Even if she wasn’t sure when that would be considering she had become a Genin. Not that a lot of time had passed since that day, in fact, she was as green as grass. Regardless of that, she was no longer in class.
“Hello?” she let her voice carry across the yard, but knocked on the door before repeating the question. Going inside without a warning wasn’t her style. Aside from that, who knew what would happen if she would barge into a Jounins home. This was his home, right?
Her knuckles gently hit the wood again. “Sir?”
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Now, in some sick way, the tortuous road the weaker students had to take made sense. It didn’t make witnessing it any less painful, though.
Silently crossing the little path that led to the dojo she pushed away the gloomy thoughts. Right now was time of discovery and fun, or something. All the depressing matters could wait until she had to deal with them again. Even if she wasn’t sure when that would be considering she had become a Genin. Not that a lot of time had passed since that day, in fact, she was as green as grass. Regardless of that, she was no longer in class.
“Hello?” she let her voice carry across the yard, but knocked on the door before repeating the question. Going inside without a warning wasn’t her style. Aside from that, who knew what would happen if she would barge into a Jounins home. This was his home, right?
Her knuckles gently hit the wood again. “Sir?”
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