The start of the second term brought Akira immense unhappiness, a feeling anyone from his original world would relate to. Studying was the one thing that could demotivate him even when running high on adrenaline. He really just hated it that much.
"Mornin'~"
Akira yawned as he tiredly stumbled down into the living room, his body awake and moving, but not his mind. Already dressed up and ready for his days of academy life, Akira randomly grabbed his breakfast before trudging out the doorway.
Their parents were, as always, out on some mission of the kind, so only Tsunade was waiting for him there.
"One day, you're going to get us late again, you know,"
"Yeah, yeah, let's go,"
And so, the torturous horrors of school once again commenced that day. Yay.
***
It was purely thanks to his past life that Akira managed to understand the study material at all. Who gives these five year olds homework on sound and speed trajectories or biology of these totally unscientific animals and insects anyways?!
The fact that their classmates accepted this and more importantly, actually understood it, puzzled Akira deeply.
'First period is....Maths? Oh just great. My favourite subject.' he thought dryly.
Ring, ring, ring
Just then, the school bell sounded through the hallways, silencing the students noisy chatter.
Their instructor, a young man named Taketa Masumi, although no older than twenty, entered the classroom looking extremely overworked, just like the usual.
"Settle down, class, I will begin class soon," he sighed in a overly tired and exhausted voice.
Almost everyone sweatdropped at this and one girl decided to speak up.
"Sensei, if you're so tired why don't you rest?"
No one knew if she actually cared for his well being or just wanted a free period.
Akira's whole being almost brightened up visibly, adding on 'helpfully', "Yeah, sensei! We can study ourselves!"
Suddenly, as if it were a domino effect, every student started chorusing together, urging their poor teacher to rest instead.
"Sensei, you always look so tired!"
"I think they're overworking you too much!"
"Sensei, you should take care of yourself!"
More joined in, cornering the helpless but still tired chunin to relent.
"Sigh...alright then, but don't tell anyone or I'll get fired..."
Was the last thing they heard before he practically collapsed onto the table, sleeping like a log.
'Wait...did that actually work?' Akira blinked in surprise, tilting his head.
After rubbing his eyes and making sure he wasn't dreaming, Akira mentally celebrated, 'Alright, Taketa-sensei is now my favourite!'
Many shared this sentiment before talking quietly in their own little groups, carefully trying to avoid awakening their sleeping sensei.
Jiraiya pushed his chair to his table, sitting in the opposite direction, "Akira! Did that actually work? Is sensei actually sleeping and giving us a free period?"
"Probably so, though we better not tell anyone!"
"Of course not! Who would want to tattle on a teacher who let's us have a free period?"
"Well," Akira started with a matter-of-fact tone, "There are many reasons, like-"
"Okay, okay, spoilsport! Don't go on one of your unlogical speeches again!"
"They are perfectly logical, excuse me!"
"Yeah right, say that to the chicken you almost killed in an attempt to prove that."
"It was a chicken! Besides, how can you still remember that! You were knocked out, weren't you?"
"That's even worse!"
"Well-"
Then a fist came down on both of their heads, causing them to yelp in pain simultaneously.
"Quiet! If you continue shouting, sensei will wake up again!" Tsunade whisper-shouted.
Clutching their throbbing heads, they could only obey and suffer quietly.
Orochimaru joined them sooner or later, adding on some very blunt comments occasionally in their talks as usual.
"Orochimaru, has anyone ever told you," Akira questioned, "that sometimes you're a bit too honest and direct?"
Said boy then had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was thinking about a deep question, "Hmmm, nope."
"Really?" Akira and the others sweatdropped.
"Really."
"Well, then I should tell you."
"Tell me what?"
Facepalming, Akira wondered how such a genius could be so dense in other things like this.
"...Nevermind."
The bell rang once more after several controversial arguments and shower thought discussions, waking up the now less exhausted Masumi.
***
"Sensei..."
"Why do you look so energetic today?
Taketa sighed for the quadrillionth time in the day before ignoring his second period students, starting the lesson without anymore interruptions.
***
While the other class questioned their teacher's appearance and behaviour, Akira's class were unfortunately having their physical education class.
In his past life, most elementary students loved this lesson, as they could play ball games and run around freely, at least, in his past school. In his new and current life, however, was an entirely new subject.
Physical education, or P.E. for short, was the only subject that stayed the same as the usual curriculum. Nevertheless, as most people in the shinobi world had tougher and more durable bodies, it was still quite rigorous.
For the two Senju twins, though, had no problem whatsoever, not unlike their academics, with this. Compared to their usual competitions and own training, the class was more like some light exercise before the real thing.
A whistle was blown before the huddle of small and innocent five or six year olds, all still with their baby fat on their cheeks, ran off around the large terrain they used as a training field.
Ten kilometres.
That was the distance for their warm up. Perhaps it was a little overkill, wasn't it, Tobirama? Their coach once even pondered if the Hokage was going to work these children to death before they graduated.
Most of the class had gotten used to the old standard, five kilometres, so they raised the bar twofold. Same went for the cardio exercises they did for warm ups.
Twenty normal pushups, twenty diamond pushups, twenty crossover pushups.
The follow up was not excessively hard in terms of numbers, but diamond and crossover push ups were a lot harder than normal ones.
Fifty sit ups, fifty second planks with five second intervals and five sets, fifty german twists.
That was the final exercise. Well, for the warmups.
Good luck.
***
"Ahh, school is finally over!" Akira let out a sigh, not out of exasperation, but out of relief and joy.
Tsunade, who was watching with a judging gaze, deadpanned and asked rhetorically, "You really don't like school, do you?"
"Tsuna-chan~ Of course I do~"
"I told you not to call me that anymore!"
"What can I do? Tsuna-chan will always be my Tsuna-chan~"
"You are so dead-"
"Help me Orochimaru!"
Tsunade, who had not even sensed his presence before, stopped mid punch, looking at him clearly, "Huh? I didn't even sense your presence, that's weird..."
He gave a small closed-eye smile, answering her unspoken question, "That's what Nakama-sensei says as well. He said that my presence is almost imperceptible. It's either a compliment for being stealthy or a insult saying I'm invisible to others."
Having her question answered, Tsunade turned back to her not-so-jolly-anymore twin.
"Now, back to you..."
Needless to say, a certain somebody's screams echoed around again.
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