#saryie

Naruto Drabble. Oc Team. Origins. Characters: Iroha, Saryie, Michi, and Azumi.

Summary: Team H was formed when all three ocs graduated to genin. They're not sure what to make of each other or of their sensei. And by the looks of it, their sensei isn't impressed either.

Meet Your Sensei

Iroha knew becoming a sensei was supposed to be a high honor. To lead the next generation into the future and to teach them the way of the ninja to make your village proud and for your village to grow stronger.

However, upon being assigned to a team of genin, Iroha couldn’t help but wonder if this high honor should have been bestowed upon someone with more patience and charm. He felt oddly stiff and inept in front of the three pair of eyes.

The three young genin had just graduated from the academy and were given to him to lead. Two of the three were girls and the other a boy. They sat idly waiting for his instruction.

One of the girls, was looking at him with large inquisitive eyes. She was itching to pop the most obvious question from her mind at the sight of him. Before he had walked in, he had heard her through the wall wondering who their sensei was and how excited she was to get to her training. He could feel her restless energy radiating from her and knew he shouldn’t take long to speak.

The other girl sat quietly. She did not avoid his gaze when he looked upon her. She held her face stoically but the shape of her eyes made her look rather bored. She kept her arms firmly crossed and was turned slightly away from her other two teammates.

Lastly, the male genin sat languorously back in his seat. His head was lax and supported by the wall as the chair balanced on its rear pegs. His hands were behind his bright blue hair, the most notable trait of his appearance. His face was blank as his eyes were set on Iroha.

“Good day, students.” Iroha began as he coughed slightly to clear his throat. “I am your sensei and captain, Iroha Hyuga, from this day onward until I am dispose of or until you reach the status of Chunin.”

Silence followed his statement. Two were blank stares and the other was laced with confusion. Perhaps he shouldn’t have mentioned his possible death on the first meeting. Too late for that he supposed as he kept his eyes on them.

His posture was straight with his hands clasped behind his back. His long brown hair tickling him at his wrists. Surprisingly, his hands weren’t clammy, even though he wasn’t so sure about teaching a bunch of preteens, but Lord Third had suggested he do so.

“Let’s start with introductions. Give me your name, skill, and aspirations for the future.” He spoke quite forwardly as he tilted his chin to the boy to start.

The boy shrugged carelessly as his one fang tooth slipped passed his lips with a smirk as he began to speak. “Well I’m Michi Haruki. I have mastered my clan’s secret technique the Reptilian Armor jutsu. And I don’t have any plans for the future. I’ll let the wind take me wherever it goes.”

He shrugged again as his hand came to scratch at his chin.

Iroha nodded. He turned his gaze to the next one in line, the short spirited one. She was eager to speak.

“My name is Saryie. I am a taijutsu and water style user. And my goal is that I am going to beat every single opponent in battle and become the strongest shinobi there is!” She declared with fiery eyes.

Michi snickered and she was quick to turn on her teammate.

“Was something I said funny?!”

“Yea, your goal. I already seen you lose a few battles in the yard at the academy,” Michi mentioned with amusement.

She huffed. “Those weren’t losses. They were only round one. I’ll have my chance again to beat them and prove myself.”

“Whatever you say, Hatake,” Michi chuckled.

She narrowed her eyes at him, but their bickering had subsided so Iroha moved his attention to the last member of his team. She had been watching her teammates squabble without a lick of emotion. Her dull eyes connected with his before she spoke.

“Name is Azumi Heizu. My skills are in genjutsu and poison. For aspirations, I have none,” she answered shortly.

“Oh come on! Not you too. You’re really just as lazy as Michi to not to come up with any goals?” Saryie blurted out incredulously.

Azumi’s gaze turn sharply to her teammate. “Goals and aspirations are pointless in the life of a shinobi. Our lives are short and we all come to an end with a kunai in our bellies. I am not lazy. I simply see no reason to think on the future. It is all the same.”

“Great! A pessimist,” Saryie drawled with annoyance in her voice. “Why did I get stuck with a downer and a slug?”  

Iroha listened to the small girl complaining about her chosen teammates. The boy seemed unbothered by her whining and even threw a few mocking jabs at her. The other girl sat straighter. She seemed defensive and annoyed with the Saryie’s behavior.

Iroha could not blame Azumi. Saryie was very outspoken about her opinions. He wasn’t quite sure how he would be able to keep her steady. Evaluating the other two, he knew he had his work cut out for him. He would have to reign in Saryie’s behavior, encourage Michi’s participation, and help Azumi come out of her desolate shell.

He whispered a prayer under his breath. He needed strength and wisdom beyond his years for this, to facilitate in bringing these three genin together as a team.

He coughed once more to interrupt Saryie’s grumbling as he gained his students’ attention once more.

“Now that we are all familiar with each other. We’ll get right down to the test and see what you three are made of. If there’s any hope at all, I won’t have to send you back to the academy.”

All three students staggered at the prospect at being sent back to the academy but soon their eyes shone with determination as the short girl stood up from her desk.

“You’re on!” She challenged.