Team formation Day : Part 1

Days later,In some part of the village, Sasuke can be see inside a room, kneeling on a tatami mat. Before him, a small shrine held pictures of his parents and some of his immediate family, including Shisui. The room was adorned with a subtle but profound silence, interrupted only by the flickering flame of the incense. The soft glow illuminated the images of Sasuke's family members, capturing moments frozen in time. The Uchiha symbol, a testament to the clan's legacy, stood proudly above the shrine, casting a shadow over Sasuke as he prayed.

Kneeling in respect, Sasuke brought his hands together in a solemn gesture. His eyes closed as he sought a connection with the spirits of those he had lost. The scent of incense lingered in the air, creating an ambiance of reverence and reflection. Each flicker of the flame seemed to dance with the memories enshrined in the room.

In this private space, Sasuke found solace in the ritual of remembrance, a moment to honor his lineage and the sacrifices made by his family.

Sasuke's voice resonated in the room, a quiet declaration that echoed within the sacred space. "Father, Mother, I have graduated," he announced with a mixture of pride and determination. As if having his own family reunion in the confines of the room, Sasuke began to share the details of his exam, recounting the challenges and victories he faced.

Standing before the pictures of his parents, he turned his attention to his father. "I succeeded in the test, Father," Sasuke reported, a hint of accomplishment in his voice. His narrative unfolded, painting a vivid picture of his journey and achievements. The room seemed to absorb the words..

Concluding his account, Sasuke bowed respectfully before the images of his parents, seeking their ethereal presence for approval. "Give me your blessing," he requested, the sincerity in his voice reflecting the profound connection he sought with his family, even in the afterlife.

Having concluded his prayer, Sasuke rose to his feet and left the room. Exiting into the main living space, he made his way to the kitchen. Upon reaching the table, a sudden shift occurred in his demeanor. His eyes, once calm, now emanated an intense coldness, a pure manifestation of hatred.

Sasuke's voice, laced with venom, cut through the air. "Itachi... I hope you are still alive. Soon I will send you to them, so you can be judged." The words dripped with the weight of vengeance, a profound desire for retribution. As Sasuke uttered his declaration, a small, cold light flickered deep within his soul.

Initially intrigued by Sasuke's emotions, the inner presence sought something specific but quickly receded, unable to find what it was searching for. 

On the kitchen table lay an opened envelope, and from it protruded a folder displaying Sasuke's perfect scores. It was evident that he had been designated as the rookie of the year, a testament to his exceptional abilities. Placed beside the folder was a photograph capturing a younger Sasuke alongside an older young man, his face concealed. A kunai stuck the picture firmly against the kitchen table in a silent declaration.

Same time,within the confines of Naruto's home in the village of Konoha, our protagonist stood before a mirror, his headband proudly gleaming across his forehead. It was evident that Naruto had taken extra care to polish it, leaving it spotless and reflecting the determination in his eyes. With a self-assured grin, he struck various poses, attempting to exude a more mature presence.

Beside him, a clone replicated from his own chakra knelt, appearing as if blood were draining from its mouth. In a solemn voice, the clone addressed the original, "Hokage-sama, the enemy is attacking the village. We need your help." Switching to a tone of desperation, it added, "We beg you to bless us with your amazing self," bowing its head in feigned shame.

The original Naruto, adopting a mysterious demeanor, commanded the clone to stand. With an air of confidence, he declared, "Leave it to me. As the strongest, most amazing, coolest Hokage ever, I will save the day, DATTEBAYO!" The clone, pretending to be deeply moved, erupted in excitement, shouting praises for the "Naruto-sama," with starry eyes.

"Naruto-sama,KAKKOII *_* "

Kakashi and Hiruzen, standing outside Naruto's house, observed the lively scene unfolding within. Both of them wore expressions adorned with black lines, a clear indication that they hadn't anticipated the surprise show Naruto was putting on. Despite the unexpected turn of events, they found the situation rather amusing.

Kakashi and Hiruzen exchanged glances. Kakashi, with a hint of sarcasm, muttered, "Looks like the village is in good hands."

Hiruzen, amused, added, "Well, it seems like Naruto is already embracing his destiny. Get ready, Kakashi; your days of peace and quiet are over."

Kakashi, resigned to his fate, sighed, "I had a feeling this would happen. Who knew being a sensei would be this... entertaining."

The Third Hokage, face smiling, turned to Kakashi and said, "I'm entrusting Naruto to your capable hands, Kakashi. You're the only one with the right Identity to be his teacher."

Kakashi, giving a tired sigh, replied, "I'll do my best, Hokage-sama. But with Naruto, I'm not sure 'leisurely' is in the cards."

The Third Hokage chuckled and then turned serious. "Naruto has a significant role to play, Kakashi. He needs to be prepared for what's coming."

Kakashi, now wearing a serious expression, asked, "Is there anything specific I should be aware of?"

The Third Hokage nodded, "The cultists are resurfacing, and there are signs of unrest in different regions all over the world. Keep a close eye on Naruto. He might be the key to something much larger than we anticipate." 

The Third Hokage then stood in silence, a contemplative look on his face. Taking a deep breath from his pipe, he turned to Kakashi and said, "Kakashi, the world is on the eve of a new era. Sharpen your edge if you don't want to be washed away by the waves of time."

With a sudden smile, he patted Kakashi on the shoulder, wishing him good luck. In a burst of smoke, the Third Hokage disappeared, leaving Kakashi to ponder the weight of his words.

Moments later, the academy buzzed with life. Inside Naruto's classroom, students were lively, engaged in animated conversations filled with boasting and laughter. Shikamaru, positioned near the door, rested his head in his palm, letting out a sigh. He mumbled to himself about the drag it was to be there, expressing a wish to go back home. Choji, munching on some chips, chuckled in response, teasing Shikamaru about his mother's likely disapproval.

Suddenly, Naruto burst into the room, wearing his forehead protector proudly. Shikamaru, taken aback, couldn't help but comment.

Naruto, what are you doing here? This classroom is for graduates only."

Naruto, with a mischievous grin, raised his thumb, signaling his new status. "Well, I'm a full-time shinobi now, Shikamaru. No more academy for me!"

Some of Naruto's classmates, noticing him with a forehead protector, began whispering among themselves, speculating about his graduation.

"Did Naruto actually graduate?"

 "I don't know. Do you think he stole it?" 

Another suggested that maybe Naruto was up to one of his notorious pranks. Kiba, giving Naruto a skeptical look, voiced what was on everyone's mind

"Did you steal it or something? You know stealing a headband is a serious offense."

Naruto's classmates were all in anticipation, eagerly awaiting his response, hoping for some morning drama. Naruto, noticing their lack of confidence, crossed his arms with a grimace on his face and confidently declared:

"You wish! I earned this fair and square. This headband was given to me personally by Iruka-sensei!" He ended his statement with a triumphant grin. Shikamaru, observing Naruto's demeanor and sensing his honesty, seemed to be deep in thought, his eyes reflecting his contemplation. Suddenly giving a shrug, Shikamaru turned away, dismissing Naruto with a nonchalant remark, "Troublesome blonds." 

This earned a chuckle from Choji, who commented to Naruto, "I'm glad you graduated. We should compete in a ramen eating contest later."

 Naruto responded with a confident smile, "I won't lose, dattebayo!"

The class, realizing there wouldn't be any juicy gossip, lost interest in the interaction and returned to their original conversations. Sasuke could be seen sitting alone, his eyes dark, hands crossed before his face, giving a cold expression that, to his usual little fan, looked extremely captivating.

All busy in their conversations, they stopped after feeling the trembling of the earth. thinking it was an earthquake,The students all stood up, only to give a sigh of relief and exasperation when they realized it was Sakura and Ino, both stuck in a contest over who's going to sit with Sasuke today. You could see thunder between their eyes, both headbutting each other. The girls, knowing who's the top dogs in the girls' group, watched them at their usual antics, all started egging them on even more, knowing that neither of them would be able to sit with Sasuke.The classroom erupted into cheers as Sakura and Ino continued their intense rivalry. The students were divided, some passionately cheering for Ino, while others rooted for Sakura. The atmosphere became electric, with enthusiastic students encouraging the girls to outdo each other.

Sakura and Ino, fueled by the competitive spirit, engaged in a fierce struggle, headbutting each other metaphorically and literally. 

Ino, with a determined expression, pointed at Sakura and declared, "There's no way Sasuke will want to sit next to a forehead as big as yours!"

Sakura retorted with a glare, "Oh, please! At least I don't spend hours on my hair like some people. Sasuke will appreciate natural beauty."

The classmates, thoroughly entertained, began taking sides. Some chanted, "Go, Ino!" while others cheered, "Sakura, you got this!" The noise level in the classroom skyrocketed as the cheering reached a fever pitch.

Ino, not one to back down, smirked and taunted, "Maybe Sasuke will prefer a girl with a bit of curves. Not someone as bland as you, Sakura."

Sakura, face red, shot back, "curves? Please. Sasuke needs someone with intelligence, not an empty headed bimbo ."

The back-and-forth continued, each girl trying to outdo the other in a battle of wits and determination. The students eagerly watched the drama unfold, curious to see who would emerge victorious in the ongoing contest for The seat next to Sasuke.

Iruka stepped into the room, his presence initially going unnoticed amidst the chaos. Clearing his throat, he calmly called for the classroom to settle down. However, as the students continued their lively conversations, he felt irritation bubbling up within him. A vein throbbed in his temple as he repeated his request, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Growing more exasperated, Iruka finally erupted, "SILENCE!" The Scary Face Jutsu was unleashed with full force, and the sudden transformation had an almost otherworldly effect on the students. They snapped to attention, their previous liveliness replaced by a stunned silence. Iruka, now satisfied with the immediate order, adopted a more composed expression. Addressing the class, he said "good morning shinobis"

"I want to start by congratulating all of you for graduating. As your teacher, it warms my heart to see you growing well and strong. I'm proud to have been your teacher," Iruka said, his words carrying a genuine warmth. The students, receiving the heartfelt congratulations, all responded with confident and happy expressions. Clearing his throat, Iruka continued.

"Now, I will call for the team formations. Each graduating shinobi will be put into a team, where you will spend years together protecting the village and undertaking missions. You will be assigned to senior shinobi who will be responsible for your continued growth. Remember, as shinobi, you will rarely partake in solo missions. Konoha is famous for its sophisticated team tactics. Young shinobi, remember, alone you may be strong, but together, you will only get stronger."

With his lesson delivered, Iruka began calling out the team formations.

"Team 1: Ryusuke, Hibachi, Ami."

" Your teacher…Sarutobi Hayato " 

Ami, a purple-haired girl with black eyes, gave a bitter smile upon hearing her name not in Sasuke's group. Ryusuke, a black-haired boy with square glasses and brown eyes, gave a small nod in response to Iruka's instruction. Hibachi, his bald head shining, showed a grin while looking at Ami. It seemed like Hibachi was happy to be with her, even if Ami didn't seem to reciprocate his feelings.

Iruka continued with the list, stopping at Team 6.

"Team 6: Makoto Mori, Akito, Sayaka."

Makoto, a shota blond boy with black eyes, gave a shy smile, his face blushing at being at the center of attention. His classmate Sayaka looked happy to be with him; it seemed like they were friends. Akito didn't give any reaction, his face totally impassive.