20 Chapter 20

Before the ceremony began, I had time to chat a little with Kiba, Ino and Sai with Aya. Hitomi had almost no contact with adults, unlike everyone else, where even the orphan teachers huddled in their groups.

Surprisingly, Sakura also came up to me to say hello, and then, plucking up courage and one lump of kawai on her legs, Hanabi, while Hinata only had a couple of words for Kiba, and she didn't pay much attention to the others. Hmm, Canon waved his pen, but not completely.

It somehow happened that during the ceremony, everyone seemed to stand at the agreed places, the clan ones closer to the Hokage speaking with the speech, the clanless ones mixed behind them. Well, on the sidelines, Hitomi and I. And something strained me with the strange look of the Third and Danz pleased in our direction. True, according to Shimura, you can't say that he is happy, but I can smell the liver and that's it.

Heh, there is a suspicion that from the outside we looked like a mother and son. I, pressed against her legs with my back (can't reach higher), and she, lowering her arms down and clasping them on my chest, as if fencing off and protecting from everyone.

Triple funnier is that I even caught myself thinking that standing like this is pretty good. Apparently, in this life I really did not have enough family or at least such moments at least sometimes. Eh, I know that she is with me on behalf of, but all the same ...

- Thank you, - I finished the thought, lifting my head and expressing the last part of it aloud.

Uh? Suddenly. The first heart is ready, the image in memory is exactly we with her in the current position, but from the side. However, I could have guessed for myself that this kiss on the cheek from peers is normal, but here the first moments will be more likely to be maternal, at least for this person. But somehow I don't want to go further.

- And thank you. - Lowering her head and hiding her with a shock of hair, she answered and ... I have glitches or this unemotional person smiled?

Then everything is pretty bland. We were appointed class teacher Iruka, he took us to the classroom, told a little about himself and the academy, and in general everything. And, of course, there was also an excursion, but we chatted it with Kiba, having managed to slip into the crowd so successfully that both my friends and his fan lost us.

However, in the audience, we also sat on the back desk, clearly staking it out. But the girls were carried away by a wave of girlfriends. Well, except for Hinata. But she did not dare to sit down to Kiba, and also settled on the last desk, only if we are at the window, then she is at the closest to the wall, three rows from us.

Well, after all this we were sent home, although Hitomi intercepted me on the way out. Did she even leave the courtyard of the academy? Quite possibly not.

And then hell began! Frustrated by the morning failure, Yugao (it seems, she did not expect that I was so bad with calligraphy) dumped the theoretical part of the training on Hitomi, and she herself took care of me after, practical, as a much stronger fighter in this two. Stretching, push-ups, and more. But especially stretching. According to her, a good shinobi must bend in all directions in order to avoid attacks and throws of enemy weapons. And the basics should be driven in at my age. More precisely, even earlier, and now we will also have to catch up. In addition, in her opinion and in what she understood and saw, my style also requires stretching. And in general, for those who cannot compete with the enemy in strength and speed, and this is precisely the case of young shinobi (and mine in particular), one must rely on dexterity and flexibility. So I had a real hell, and by the early evening I could only go to the raskoryachka, even with treatment for a displeased glance (which caused shock to Uzuki) in Yugao, Hitomi. And by the end of the training I could no longer walk, and from the training ground to the house… Hitomi dragged me. Who else? After the treatment, she did not leave, deciding to watch the training session. Damn, the feeling that if not a mom - she did not come out to this age, then I definitely got an older sister.

The next morning I met healthy, sincerely pleased with the system with its removal of negative effects after sleep. And after the usual exercises with my style, also refreshed, but with a return of muscle pain. Yes, and did not sleep well, maybe that's why the negative effects have not completely disappeared, who knows this system? By the way, the night has made me happy with new visions. But this time, nothing remarkable. Working in the field (although I think this skill will come in handy as a genin, hehe), talking to my parents and sending me on a journey to another province to earn money.

This time Hitomi woke up early, so the three of us had breakfast, and after that the same "older sister" took me to the academy.

And in the academy, ignoring everything and everyone, I got to my place, and literally collapsed in the center of the bench.

After a couple of minutes, Kiba landed nearby ... in the same state.

- What are you doing? - I ask languidly.

- My mother took over to coach, since I am now at the academy. - He answered with the same sluggishness.

Realizing that he was not only a friend, but also a brother in misfortune, I put my hand on his shoulder. He, at first peeling away from the desk in surprise and staring at me, reading everything in my eyes, repeated the gesture.

The bonds of true friends have become even stronger +200 reputation with Inuzuka Kiba.

And then we simultaneously dropped our heads on the desk. About five minutes later, Shikamaru entered the office, and after examining the audience, he froze at our desk, clearly seeing us as his fellows, and the seat by the window was still free. And a seat by the window, and on the last row, is too tasty morsel for any lazy person. Later I will move there myself, but now I'm even too lazy to move.

The detachment is complete. Now, thanks to a relative state and a sense of affinity, you will be credited with reputation from Nara Shikamaru and Inuzuka Kiba.

At first I did not understand, but after five minutes of lying on the desk of all three, I dripped +10 reputation from Shikamaru, and +1 from Kiba. Well, yes, Kiba is more pumped and it is harder to raise a reputation with him than just from a sense of solidarity from an immensely tired brother.

So (sluggishly) my studies at the academy began.