"Team Seven shall consist of Hyūga Hinata, Nara Shikamaru, and Uzumaki Naruto. Your Jōnin-sensei will be Sumaki Shoya." Chūnin Umino Iruka said, reading off his clipboard.
The reactions varied wildly.
Hinata internally groaned, putting her head in her hands. She couldn't believe she was stuck with the laziest guy in the academy and the dead last. Shikamaru was ridiculously clever - when he bothered to try, which he almost never did. He was lazy, often scoring the lowest in the academy. Kami-sama knew that after all her hard work, the last thing she deserved was getting stuck with someone so unmotivated and lacking any real drive for training or learning. And Naruto? His grades were the worst in class. Sure, he scored well in physical training and taijutsu spars - enough that she had to admit it pushed him into the middle of the pack - but being a shinobi wasn't just about strength. It meant using your brain, too.
Shikamaru for his part didn't give much reaction. Hinata was uppity with a sense of superiority and that 'greater than thou' attitude, but then again, the Hyūga clan were generally well-known for having a snobby attitude. Most clans were like that, and as the son of a clan head, he was used to it - the constant snobby arrogance. While some were more lax, there was that general sense of formality, respect and desire for authority. He didn't think much of Naruto, a bit of a trouble-maker, sure, but he didn't personally have a reason to dislike him. He was slow academically, but Shikamaru had seen him spar a few times - and it was fair to say his fight IQ was definitely above average. A fair trade-off, he supposed.
Naruto, unlike his new teammates, made his reservations known. "Why do I have to be stuck with the bitch!?" Naruto yelled, indignant as he stood up from his chair with a screech, pointing at Hinata. "I can deal with pineapple head, but she's just a bitch!"
For the last four years, he'd endured the constant mockery, taunts, and disdain from her, but now he was stuck with her?!
Shikamaru took back his original sentiment of not having a personal issue with Naruto. A tick-mark vein appeared on his forehead at being referred to as a pineapple head. He wasn't even apart of why Naruto was upset and still caught a stray shuriken.
Hinata, rightly offended, twisted her features in a disdainful scowl. "How unsightly, at least pretend you have what it takes to be a professional, after all, you're not a child anymore - unless immaturity is in your nature."
"Enough!" Umino-sensei bellowed, slamming his hand against the board. "Uzumaki-san, apologize for your rude remarks. Hyūga-san, refrain from responding to such obvious antagonistic remarks. Both of you are now entering the real world, and you represent not yourself or your clan, but both Hokage-sama and Konohagakure nō Sato as a whole!" He reprimanded, and the message wasn't just for them, it was for all of his students.
Although they were all only fourteen-year old, and there would be a lot of the usual teenage drama, however they needed to know that their actions and words reflected on everybody, not just them. If they had issues with one another, there would be a time to resolve that without losing face.
And he worried that if they hadn't learned this after four years, they might never learn it at all.
"And to answer your question, Uzumaki-san: the Shinobi Academy Administration determines team placement. If you are dissatisfied, please take it up with Headmaster Yamamoto and he will take your case to the SAA."
Naruto clicked his tongue in response, plopping back in his chair with his arms crossed.
"Uzumaki-san." Umino-sensei said warningly, his tone low.
Naruto grimaced, as if the act of apologizing to Hinata was physically revolting. "Fine-" He spat, "I apologies Hyūga-san for my rude remarks." Hinata just turned her nose up, as though the apology was expected. Naruto twitched.
"Good." Umino-sensei said, giving a nod. He went back to his clipboard, continuing on to the next team.
(Inside the academy lounge.)
The academy teacher's lounge were filled with over a dozen Jōnin. All of whom were lounging around on the couches or leaning against the walls. Talking amongst themselves about who got who on their teams, reading through the very detailed student files regarding grades, behavior and overall attitude, potential training plans and plotting future cross-team exercises. Some new Jōnin-sensei's who'd be taking their first teams while other senior Jōnin would be on their dozenth or so team.
It was usually like this at the end of the year.
Commonly known as 'Collection Day'. Quite simple meaning, Jōnin-sensei's would collect their team for whom they'd train for next year, maybe even two.
A shinobi, in his late twenties, with short black hair, standing at 6'0. A fairly lean build, dressed in a pair of black shinobi combat shoes, navy shinobi pants and a short-sleeve navy shirt with the village emblem on the right sleeve, a swirling vortex on the left. With a deep green flak-jacket that was a lot slimmer and lighter than the previous model.
He was just reading over his student's files, wondering what fucking concoction the SAA had just created, when his thought's were interrupted.
"Yo' Shoya." A lazy voice drawled.
Shoya's dark eyes looked up from the files he was reading to see a silver-haired shinobi, wearing a facemask the lower half of face and his hitai-ate pulled down slightly over his left eye. He had a similar build to Shoya, and was dressed almost identical to the man, the only difference being the silver-haired man wore a long-sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
"Kakashi, what's up. I didn't know you're taking on a team this year." Shoya said, giving the bland man a fist-bump.
"I wasn't." Kakashi sighed, "But with me an expert genjutsu-user and possessing the sharingan, my hands were tied about the situation." He lamented with disappointment, it was a frustrating situation but it was out of his hands.
"Sharingan? You've got an Uchiha brat?" Shoya asked with a raised brow.
Kakashi's genjutsu was amazing even without the sharingan. If having a sharingan mattered this much for picking an instructor, he definitely had an Uchiha on his team.
"Not just any Uchiha brat, THEE Uchiha brat. Uchiha Sasuke, second son to clan head Uchiha Fugaku." Kakashi tsked, shaking his head, "And I've got the sole heir to the Kurama clan, Yakumo-san."
"Kurama and Uchiha?" Shoya asked, raising a brow. Both were extremely talented in genjutsu, literally in their bloodline. Both viewed themselves superior over the other. The Uchiha needed a sharingan user to teach a future sharingan user, whereas the Kurama would need a strong genjutsu based user to teach a Kurama without favoring the Uchiha.
Shoya gave a mirthless huff, "Politics, eh?" He questioned rhetorically.
Kakashi just gave him a knowing stare, putting his index finger on his masked nose.
"Anyways, who'd you get?" Kakashi asked, taking the files Shoya handed him.
"A Hyūga, a Nara and an Uzumaki." Shoya said with a breath.
"Well shit-" Kakashi laughed, "I know my team's gonna be a genjutsu specialized team, what the hell do those three make-up?"
"Preaching to the fucking choir.They don't even specialize in the same thing and their personalities are all over the place, so Kami-sama knows what miracle they hope I pull out my ass." He said, placing his hands on his hips with a shake of his head.
Before Kakashi could respond to the sentiment, the final bell rang, sharp and clear — time for collections. While the first to third years left, the fourth years stayed until their sensei picked them up.
Shoya sighed, patting Kakashi's shoulder, "Good luck Kakashi, don't be too late to for your students."
Kakashi chuckled dryly, pulling out a book: Becoming a sensei 101, and moved towards the plush couches.
"What're they gonna do if I am?"
Shoya gave a disbelieving smirk as he waved a hand over his shoulder, on his way to meet his students.