Chapter 4: Another Brick in the Wall 1/2

Here I am again...and yes! *Poses dramatically* This is a Jojo's reference!

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Higurashi Maruko wanted to punch something. Specifically the shrew of a man standing in front of him across the counter, prattling on aimlessly about "strengthening the community" and "improving commerce and sales", all while going on about some unseen threat in Konoha. The moment this little toady from the worker's and merchant's council came into his shop, Maruko felt the incoming rise in blood pressure that he loathed to start his day with.

"And that, Higurashi-san, is why we're having this meeting. We've been worried about the state of sales lately, and construction on some of the damage from the...attack, has been moving at a snail's pace. We're hoping that just speaking to the people will be enough to invigorate them."

"I see where you're coming from Sentarou, but I think my presence at the meeting would be...unwanted," Maruko gave the shrew a strained smile. "I'm an ex-shinobi running a weapon shop, I usually only serve one demographic in the village. I'm more than well off, all things considered...also, I'm not quite sure what you mean about this "Inside threat" that we've been dealing with for years as you say."

"Oh, I think it'd be pretty hard not to miss it," the human shrew grumbled. "You see the damn beast walking around so much it's impossible to not be disgusted…"

'And there it is,' Maruko thought angrily, knowing exactly who the man was referring to. "Well, I'm sure Ichiraku-san might disagree on certain matters like that...have you extended an invitation his way yet?"

"...Hmm? Who?"

"Ichiraku Teuchi, he runs a ramen stand two blocks over, which is named after him," Maruko said in faux cheerfulness. "Since he's running a food stand, I'm sure he'd like to have some input into things, right?"

"I'm sure he would like to have input, if he's allowed-"

"Then he'd certainly appreciate an invite," Maruko cut the shrew off, giving him a sickly sweet smile. "Of course, I'll attend the meeting if I know that my good friend and I can catch up beforehand, since we're always so busy. And, I'm certain that if anything in the meeting the comes up that could be...unfavorable to myself and others, I'll be sure to make my voice heard."

Maruko hoped the message was made clear. He wasn't interested in going into a chamber full of yes-men spewing self-satisfied bullshit about how to run things, and if he heard something he didn't like he was out. The shrewish man twitched his nose a bit before frowning at the weapon-master.

"Well, I'll be sure to run that along, though I'm personally convinced that if the shinobi council hear about-"

"I don't think there's anything to worry about Sentarou! The worker's and merchant's council is, after all, a group of civilian workers and merchants that may or may not have the ear of the Hokage and the shinobi council," the weaponsmith smirked when the shrew-man grit his teeth angrily. "While I don't doubt the power of petitioning for certain issues to be fixed, sometimes I think we should leave things to the actual leaders of our village…"

"Yes, that's not completely wrong…" Sentarou growled mutely. Maruko's smile turned smug at the dig he took at the man and his "council", marvelling as the man huffed angrily before taking his leave. "Well, I'll be sure to tell the administrators of the council of your attendance-"

"And you'll be getting to teuchi-san, right?" the weaponsmith called out, causing the shrew to stiffen.

"Yes, sure, I'll get right on that…" the man said blithely as he left the store.

"Damn assholes," Maruko growled out the moment the human shrew left. "With their fucking "civilian council", thinking they can tell me what to do and how to act. They should take their damn council and shove everything up their-"

*CRASH*

"EEP!"

"Ah shit! Tenten!" the weaponsmith ran towards the back where he had left his employee. When he found her, she was barely holding up two crates of ore he'd bought for the forge. The bun-haired girl noticed him from the corner of her vision and sent him a nervous smile.

"S-Sorry Maruko, I was just carrying a crate to the forge and-"

"Seems like a little more than one crate, Tenten," the weaponsmith said flatly.

Tenten sighed in response. "I wanted to get it done quickly, so I doubled up...it's not my fault the second one almost fell," the girl pouted.

He had met the girl years before, when she had come into his shop and asked for work. The weaponsmith had simply given her menial labor, assuming she was simply trying to earn pocket cash for herself so she didn't bother her parents for money. It was only when he asked her about them outright that she revealed that she didn't have any parents. She was an orphan, and the stellar establishment that was the village orphanage had decided to kick her out at the ripe old age of 6 years. Maruko had seriously considered adopting her, but then she signed up for the ninja academy, which meant there was some legal bullshit that prevented it. Despite this the weaponsmith had still offered her an actual job, as well as some bukijutsu training if she wished, and had started to treat her like an actual daughter.

"Tenten, I thought I told you to take it easy with those?" Maruko gave the girl a concerned look. "Listen, just take the crates of ore to the forge, one at a time might I add, and then...ah…" the weaponsmith looked around confusedly before his eyes landed on a few boxes of weapons. "Grab the crates with some of those weapons I finished last week, the ones labelled with "store items", not the special orders. Take them out to the floor and stack them on the display racks and whatnot, I gotta get back to the counter."

"Right! I'll get to then!" the girl moved to grab the two ore crates, much to Maruko's exasperation. The weaponsmith shook his head and went back to the storefront. The moment he was behind the counter, he heard the little bell at his door ding as a customer entered.

Maruko looked over from his spot to see a rather tall boy enter the store. While the weaponsmith had seen some pretty memorable individuals come into his shop...this kid was something else. The boy had messy dark-blue hair, and from what Maruko could see of them, aqua blue eyes. He was obviously 8 or 9 years old, based on his facial structure, but he was so unusually tall and well muscled for his age that it almost seemed like he had testosterone poisoning. The boy had messy dark-blue hair, and from what Maruko could see of them, aqua blue eyes.

Aside from his physique, his outfit was rather strange when one looked at it. Billowy black coats weren't weird in the village, but a visored cap that looked like it merged with one's hair definitely would turn heads, just by the sheer confusion it caused as to where the thing started. The weaponsmith actually turned his head for a minute or so to get a better look just to figure that out, then gave up quickly at his ever-growing confusion.

Currently, the kid was looking at racks of weapons. Maruko clicked his teeth when he realized the boy was looking at the swords in particular.

'I get it, he's a shinobi-in-training from the academy, the first years there get to take the advanced bukijutsu tests for next years extracurricular. Of course he thinks he can just pick up a sword and-wait, is he posing?' true enough, the kid seemed to be unconsciously contorting his body in a way that most humans shouldn't try without the right amount of flexibility. His legs were crossed while standing up, his chest was puffed forward while he leaned backwards, and he was holding his left hand to the right side of his face, with his right hand resting on his waist.

'Why pose though?!' Maruko thought in bewilderment. Just as he was about to call out to the boy, he caught his sole employee walking from the back and carrying three large boxes of weapons.

The weaponsmith wanted to chide the girl for it, but any concern he was about to voice was dashed when she accidentally slipped, her yelp of shock causing the posing boy to turn around. The massive boxes of weapons were thrown into the air and their contents along with it. Maruko went pale when some of the weapons flew downwards, dozens of the sharp objects now falling towards the girl.

"SHIT! TENTEN!" the weaponsmith cried in terror as he jumped over the counter to get to her. 'NO! IT'S ALL MY FAULT, I WON'T REACH HER IN TIME-'

*VRRRMMM*

"Huh?!"

"EEP!"

"Yare Yare...Oi! You alright?"

Maruko blinked in shock when he saw what had just happened. Within the same second, blades were nearly killing his surrogate daughter and then suddenly the kid was holding one box in his hands while another sat on the floor, both refilled with their contents. In fact, it was as though Tenten had never slipped at all, she was standing perfectly upright instead of falling like she was not a millisecond ago.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine…" the bun-haired girl trailed off as she looked the boy over. "Hey, I know you! You're that kid who went to some of the first year bukijutsu classes, Jobin...no, Josuke, right?"

"Joushirou actually," the kid said as he laid the weapon box down.

"Oh that's what it is? Yeah, I remember now, you're the kid everybody calls a delinquent!"

"Delinquent huh?" Maruko walked over to the two. "I'm grateful that you saved Tenten, but I'm a bit curious about why you're here."

"This is a weapons shop right?" Joushirou asked flatly. "I'm here because I'm buying some weapons."

"And what kind of weapons are you interested in?"

"A sword or two, maybe," the bluenette said.

'Yeah, figures…' the weaponsmith thought, giving the teen a sideways glance. "What kind of swords are you looking for?"

"I was actually going to get a tanto or wakizashi," the boy said blithely. "I've been training with wooden and blunted versions for the bukijutsu exam, so I'd be more used to them."

"...Oh," Maruko blinked owlishly at the boy. Most students who were doing the bukijutsu classes for kenjutsu training would go for a katana just for the "coolness factor", and he got multiple returns because said students weren't up to snuff to handle a course made for ninja weapons. This kid at least knew how to use two types of shortsword which would get him through the course.

"Alright then, I think we have a few in stock...will that be all?" the weaponsmith frowned a bit when the boy didn't immediately reply. Instead, his head turned to the left and he seemed to be focused on something.

"What about one of those?" the kid asked, and Maruko had to follow the boy's gaze to the rack of large, straight, double-edged blades nearby.

"You want a tsurugi?" the weaponsmith asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I have the money for it."

"You sure? If you don't know how to use it, they can be a bit impractical," the weaponsmith said slowly.

"I think I can handle it," the boy said offhandedly. "If I don't do well with it immediately, I'll keep working on it, I'm stupidly determined like that" the kid said as he pulled a few ryō notes to pay.

"If you're really interested in getting a good feel for them, I've got some goza targets in a side dojo," Maruko said, motioning to the room near the counter. "You can rent the room for a bit actually-"

"How much for an hour?"

"That'd be 5000 ryō, but-" the weaponsmith blinked when the boy pushed a few notes and coins forward. "Alright then kid, just try not to cut into anything other than the targets."

"Yeah I got ya, don't worry! I'm not an idiot…"

I am an idiot! That is the most prevalent thought in my mind as I walk towards ninja school. Why am I an idiot? When I first read about the extracurricular classes you can take after the first year, I chose to train for both kenjutsu/bukijutsu and medical ninjutsu...it just so happens that I procrastinated for the past several months on that last one, because I was focused on making myself a more than passable novice swordsman and organizing my accounts so I could buy swords.

The only things I know about medical ninjutsu are the beginners, and I can just barely use the basic version of the shōshen jutsu that's required to pass. I could use hamon to get past my shortcomings but that would be cheating...oh who am I kidding, hamon became a freebie the moment Araki stopped using it after part 3. If I could figure out how to get it past any of the exam proctors, I'd could ace it, as long as the medical ninjutsu exam isn't first.

"Hey, Jojo!"

Oh look, there's Naruto. Not too far behind was Shino, though he at least was being quieter than the blonde and drawing less attention to himself. Said blonde was giving me a concerned and enraged stare.

"Where the hell were you? We looked everywhere!"

"And where did you look?"

"We checked your fangirls first," the bug-user said lowly. "They were running around the village following you, but they seemed to be following empty space."

"Genjutsu," I said flatly. "It wasn't too hard to do, and it's not my fault they weren't smart enough to figure it out."

"Hey, what's with those sticks you're carrying?" Naruto asked, motioning to the new swords I just bought. I was prepared to tell him as much.

"They're not sticks, they're swords," I partially unsheathed my new wakizashi to demonstrate, taking care not to let the light reflect off the metal and into his eyes.

"So you really are serious about passing advanced bukijutsu...wait," Shino raised his eyebrows behind his sunglasses. "Didn't you say you wanted to get into the medical ninjutsu extracurricular? How is that going along?"

I froze slightly and internally winced at his comment. They must have both noticed, because Naruto stepped forward with a concerned expression and laid a hand on my shoulder.

"Jojo, you studied for your medical ninjutsu exam, right?"

"...No, I've been procrastinating until the last second. I was too focused on my swords."

Naruto facevaulted onto the ground, and Shino huffed lowly in response.

"And your next line is, "that was rather irresponsible of you Jojo", go on," I said, pointing to the bug-user.

"That was rather irresponsible of you Jo-" Shino cut himself off and just stared at me while tilting his head. "How do you do that?"

"Family technique, we have...had, a lot of them," I said with a handwave as we walked. "As for the medic exam...eh, it'll be sink or swim for me and I can always try again next year."

"I wish I had your attitude on that…" the blonde trailed off. "It might be good to have one in case I need something to fall back on for grades at graduation, but I have no idea which one to choose for myself. What about you Shino?"

"I don't feel the need for any extracurricular classes, anything I could learn from most of them will most likely be covered by my clan," the bug-user said flatly as he held a finger up. "For instance, Jojo is planning to take medical ninjutsu, which may involve both healing and creating certain types of poisons. My clan already has several secret recipes for our own special poisons, which can be enhanced by our kikaichū."

"That's fair I guess…"

"Why not try fūinjutsu," I said nonchalantly, hoping I didn't sound too suspicious. "Doesn't sound too hard, just writing a bunch of squiggly lines on a paper should be easy."

"I guess I'll think about it," the blonde said nervously. "I mean, we'd still have time to decide if we wanted to get an extracurricular, and we can just try again at the beginning of next year...so it's not the end of the world."

"I guess you're-" I was cut off by a loud shout not too far away.

The moment we took a good look around, we realized that we were only several meters away from the academy. Standing at the gates was the same no-name sensei as always, though it was clear he looked 100% done today for some odd reason. It took another shout sounding out from the courtyard, which I could tell was one of pure joy, did I realize why the poor idiot was so glum.

"Oi, sensei! What the hell is going on?" I called out when we were only a few feet away from him.

No-name sighed in exasperation as he turned to look at us. "It's Mikihito, he's getting moved to the main corps with the possibility of taking the Jōnin exams...and he won't shut up about it!" the man growled angrily. "Just get going gakis, and try to avoid the idiot…"

"Yare Yare, that's just perfect," I growled as we walked past the no-name chūnin.

True to the guy's words, we spotted Fishlips-sensei in the courtyard laughing boisterously as several other students watched. The former instructor spotted us and a wide smile spread across his face as he began approaching us. I immediately put up a stony expression to mask the urge to be anywhere but here.

"Well, well! If it ain't my two least favorite gakis, and the quiet gaki," the man sneered down at us. "It just so happens that I'm gettin' outta this dump, and I'm movin' on to better things! I won't miss you in the slightest, and I'll be cursing yer names every minute when I finally become a Jōnin! How does that feel gaki?" he growled as he invaded my personal space.

"Hmm? You say something Fishlips-sensei?"

"You little! Why I oughtta-" our former teacher cut himself off and took several deep breaths. "Nope, not happening...my life is finally taking a turn for the better gakis! You're all Iruka's problem now!" Fishlips sensei let out another laugh as he walked off, doing a little dance as he did so. Every student within the courtyard was soon treated to his absurd celebration.

Well, congratulations asshole, you weren't even good enough for three whole chapters. At least I didn't have to worry about that annoyance while I sorted out how I'd be handling my extracurricular classes-

"Oi, Joushuya!"

And another decides to take his damn place. I turned to my left to see Inuzuka Kiba standing in front of several other spectating students while flashing me a toothy grin. The boy flexed his hands and made sure I got a good view of his claws as he did so.

"I'm still fixing to pay you back for that taijutsu match you cheated in!" the dog-boy growled.

"I didn't cheat asshole, you lost because you're an idiot," I said flatly. "You're relying on your clan techniques but forgoing actual taijutsu, of course I was able to spot a weakness."

"Shut it!" the boy growled angrily as chakra started to waft off him. The boy continued growling as he dropped on all fours, while his nails and canines lengthened further. "Gijū Ninpō: Shikyaku no Jutsu!"

Shit, really? Kiba bounded forward like a huge wolf and made a swipe at me that I barely dodged. The dog-boy didn't let up, he twisted around and made to sweep my legs out from beneath me with a low kick. I had to jump up to avoid it, and caught another swipe aimed at my head with both hands. The Inuzuka flashed me a fanged grimace as he growled directly in my face, covering me in small bits of spittle. I grunted in annoyance as I pushed him back, and snorted when the boy landed on his feet.

"Huh, that was almost like a cat…"

"Screw you!" the dog-boy jumped high into the air and began spinning towards me, becoming a whirling shape. "Tsūga!"

I jumped to the side just as he slammed into the ground with his passing fang technique. The other boy jumped up from the rubble in a vicious pounce, claws aimed at my face. Welp, there's the opening I was waiting for.

"Zoom Punch!" I cried out with a smile as my left arm became charged with hamon, lengthening and rocketing forward, slamming into Kiba's face. The poor kid didn't know what hit him.

"You ass! That's what I was talking about you damn cheater!"

"How is that cheating? You used your Tsūga during our taijutsu match, and that's a clan technique," I gave him a toothy sneer. "I think it's only fair I get some of my own in, right?"

"Take me seriously asshole! I'm not gonna take anymore of your cheating!" he roared, charging another passing fang as he whirled towards me.

That spinning technique, it gave me an idea. I dodged the attack again as I pulled a bottle of water from my coat. I snorted as the dog-boy charged me again, and took several swigs of water while keeping up my breathing as much as possible, all while dodging or redirecting his strikes. Kiba let out an angry growl as he swung a clawed hand at my face, much too close for comfort.

"You're done!" the boy growled, once again becoming a human spinning top. "Tsūga!"

...Gotcha!

"Hamon Cutter!" I barely churned the words out as I spat several globs of water charged with hamon from my mouth. The liquid morphed as it flew towards the spinning boy, the hamon causing it to sharpen and densify. I could see the exact moment the water hit his passing fang, because there was a "sqwooorp" sound followed by small drops of blood spraying from the whirling shape.

Kiba's passing fang dissipated halfway towards me and the boy fell to the ground weakly, small amounts of blood still dripping from the tiny cuts on his face, arms, and legs."You...you won't beat me! You damn cheater!"

"I'm not even trying to fight you dumbass, all I've done is dodge and use two techniques," it was fair to point out that I literally knew only four hamon techniques, and only three of them were actually straight on offensive attacks. The other was just a healing technique that I barely mastered after some practice.

Kiba growled angrily and used his passing fang once again and flew towards me. "You're annoying!" I said flatly as I sidestepped his attack.

Just as his passing fang jutsu ended, I jumped forward with a flattened hand aimed at his shoulder. "Hamon no Bīto!" I cried out as I made a quick hamon-charged chop to his shoulder, causing the Inuzuka to slump forward as the ripple zapped him.

"Ughghh…"

"Don't whine Inuzuka, you're the one who attacked me and called me a cheater you damn hypocrite…" I grunted out as I walked back to Shino and Naruto.

I only had the expression of terror spreading across Naruto's face and him yelling for me to "look out" as warning before I dodged a small blade aimed for my neck. I turned back to the dog-boy with a hateful scowl that only deepened when I saw the kunai he held in his right hand. Kiba growled at me in between huffs.

"I...ain't done yet!"

I seriously considered either bringing out one of my new weapons or giving him a good ol' fashioned stand rush. I was already fingering my new tanto and letting Star Platinum's golden aura surround me. It was a good thing I didn't get any further than that.

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" I looked to my left to see Iruka storming over to us. I saw Fishlips-sensei not too far away standing near the rest of the students in the courtyard, all of them giving us owlish looks.

Kiba gave our sensei a fanged sneer, thinking he had won. "All I was doing was putting this cheater in his place. Nothin' to worry about Iruka-sensei-"

"Putting him in his place?!" it was a testament to his time as a chūnin that Iruka didn't explode on the boy immediately. "With an actual SHARPENED kunai?!"

The dog-boy swallowed hard and looked to the blade in his hand, before proceeding to double down. "He's a damn cheater! He used water to make these cuts!" the boy motioned to his slightly blood stained clothes. "Plus, he has swords! Why aren't you going off on him?!"

"These are for the bukijutsu extracurricular," I growled flatly as I motioned to my. "And I wasn't cheating-"

"Shut it! That stupid glowy stuff you did, that's cheating!"

"You mean my Hamon?" I scoffed angrily. "That's a clan technique, like your animal attacks, and I can't stop using it since I produce it when I breathe."

"I'm a clan heir you jerk! If I say you're cheating, you're-" Kiba was cut off when Iruka pulled him up by the back of his shirt. I internally flinched when our teacher sent me a flat glare.

"Inuzuka, you attacked a fellow student with a weapon, all outside of sparring match boundaries," he growled angrily at the boy. "I proctored your matches Kiba! Joushirou was allowed his clan techniques just as you were allowed yours. But no, your stubbornness and belligerence prevented you from making a smart decision, because you couldn't handle that you lost," the scarred man dropped the dog-boy and leveled a glare at both of us. "You will both meet me and the headmaster in his office at the end of school."

"What!" the Inuzuka roared angrily.

"Yare Yare...it's not like I ain't used to it by now," I said blithely.

"Hmph…Alright!" Iruka looked around at the crowd that had assembled. "That's enough gawking, all of you! It's time for class."

Thank fuck! Now I could go ahead and ask about how extracurriculars were going to be handled-

"If you're signing up for extracurriculars, the first few start in five minutes! The first few are Fūinjutsu, Taijutsu, and Medical Ninjutsu!"

SONUDA BEEETCH!

"Shit, really!? That early?" Naruto cried out in shock. "Damn, I'm seriously considering that sealing course actually...Iruka-sensei, are you sure it's that early?"

"I'm not going to repeat myself Naruto," the scarred man sighed tiredly. "If you're interested in fūinjutsu, the group for that class is over there."

Iruka pointed to his right, and I had to blink a few times before I understood. There were only three other students prepared to take the sealing class, a couple of mousy boys and a girl wearing glasses, and all three of them looked like shivering deer caught in a flashlight. The teacher was a man dressed in dark clothes save his chūnin vest. Naruto swallowed hard and stood frozen in place for almost half a minute, before walking over.

"Hey, Iruka-sensei! Where's the Medic nin class then?" I asked him. The teacher snorted and pointed to his left, and I immediately dreaded joining that group.

It was almost entirely made up with girls, and even the boys looked somewhat effeminate. Plus, it was a pretty even split between my fanclub and Sasuke's, save for a short glimpse of Hinata's byakugan as she shrunk nervously at the surrounding group. The chūnin leading the medic nin class were Suzume-sensei and one woman I hadn't seen before, a young but stern looking blonde woman dressed like a nurse with only a headband signifying her status as a ninja.

"Yare Yare...alright, let's get this over with," I growled out as I walked towards the group.

After a short walk, we were all brought to an empty classroom with several mats on the floor. We were told to sit before these mats, and immediately handed first aid kits (as well as told not to play around with them). Not long after everybody was seated, Suzume and the nurse, Kasuka, temporarily left the class to prepare something. All of us were given a stern look by the nurse and told to behave.

Not even 15 seconds after did people disobey the rule.

For context, I somehow ended up with Sakura and Hinata sitting on either side of me. So the girl who walked over to me while everybody else was chatting each other up, yeah I had no idea who this girl was. If she even was in the main series, she was probably just a ninja grunt or cannon fodder. Currently she was standing over me and sending me a vicious sneer.

"What are you doing here Joushuya? You're a boy, boys can't be nurses! You should just quit now!"

Can I just take a moment to touch upon how wonderful this society that I have been reincarnated into is? Because it is just lovely! Seriously, here I thought the most sexist people in the village would be the guys, but they're all too busy being perverts to say anything really degrading like that.

Also harems are legal...not sure if that's a good thing or not. Part of me is worried, but the other part remembers the Joestar sex drive.

"Ah! Uh, Mika-san," one of the feminine boys nearby called over. "I'm in this class too, and I'm also a boy-"

"SHUT UP! Nobody asked you!"

"Yare Yare Daze…go away," I said flatly, giving the annoying girl a cold glare. "I can try any class I want, you don't have the right to stop me."

"Eh? You want me to leave? What are you gonna do about it?" the girl leaned down towards me with a smirk. "You gonna hit me? Go ahead, I'll give you a free shot!"

...Fuck!

"H-Hey! Leave him be, he's not bothering anybody!"

Thank you Hinata, you're getting with your crush early. Believe it!

"Just because he'd probably be a shitty nurse doesn't mean he shouldn't try."

Well fuck you too Haruno...but thanks, I'll take what I can get.

"Che, whatever!" the bitch said angrily as she walked off. "Don't be surprised when he fails, boys are that stupid after all."

Ah, the classic "boys are stupid" mentality every girl probably has at this age...she's not wrong, but she's off by like 5-6 years, that's when our idiocy really shines. Speaking of idiocy, our teachers finally came back into the classroom. I could see Suzume-sensei glaring at several students as they returned to their place behind their mats.

"Hmph...couldn't have stayed quiet for a minute huh?" Kasuka huffed lowly. "Alright, I know you've gone through your textbooks for this, but I have to ask...you all know what it means to be medic-nin, right?"

I heard several shouts of "Hai!" around me, and I would have felt a bit self-conscious about my simple nod if the two girls next to me had said anything.

"So then, you're all aware that if you choose to be medic-nin, or receive medical training, you will be called to help others?"

"Hai!"

"Even if the work is...messy?" the woman leaned forward with a smug gleam in her eyes. "If any of you are squeamish, you might not enjoy the coming exam~"

...Are we operating on people? Oh shit! I'm 9, I can't operate on a person, I'll kill them. I knew I should have studied, and it seems some of the other kids were thinking the same thing. Either that, or they were squeamish and they didn't want to operate on actual people. Apparently Kasuka-sensei took our silence as complacence, and spoke to Suzume in a hushed tone. I barely picked up something about rabbits before the bespectacled woman left the room.

"For our exam, we'll be taking a hands-on approach," the blonde woman called out, and I was instantly filled with dread. "You're all going to be given patients, and it'll be your task to heal them" that was when Suzume-sensei came back into the room, followed by two other chūnin pushing a cart filled with dozens of cages through the doorway.

I heard several of the other students gasp at the sight of that cages and-Oh god, that's why they were talking about rabbits?! There were dozens of the poor little things in those cages, cleary the domesticated kind due to their coats, though I wasn't able to tell immediately due to the slash marks all over them. Kasuka huffed when the rabbits stiffened at the whimpers of scared children, and she decided to pull a large rabbit from it's cage.

"These rabbits were originally bound for pet-shops throughout the land of fire…" the blonde woman looked down at the rabbit pitifully, noticing that it wasn't even making an effort to fight her grip. "Unfortunately, a certain...feline pest, well known by our genin, got into their hutches and wrought havoc," Kasuka leveled a flat glare at all of us. "They will be your patients for the exam. You are tasked with healing them, and if you fail to do so, you will not only be barred from the medic-nin course, but you will have caused the death of these rabbits…"

Isn't that just the most child-friendly thing you've ever heard?

...That was sarcasm by the way. This is very un-child-friendly, they're giving kids injured rabbits and telling us to fix them. The chūnin walked around and placed rabbits in front of each student, ignoring their reactions or protests. When they got to my row, I heard a quiet squeak from beside me. I wasn't sure if it was the Hyūga or her rabbit, but I wasn't going to ask.