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“Get a load of what that kid is doing!” Jiraiya barked chuckling, as he watched the blond kid pour out a gooey brown substance onto one of the chairs in the boxed room he was in. Naruto then proceeded to transform the bag’s unloaded contents into a chair cushion. Orochimaru raised an eyebrow at the action as he proclaimed, “This is the Yondaime’s son? He’s quite unrefined compared to his parents.”
Tsunade, Orochimaru, and Jiraiya watched through a one-way mirror, as two other genin entered the room.
Naruto made sure he placed the transformed cushion on the seat right next to him, knowing Sakura would avoid sitting beside him. Which meant, he chuckled at the thought, that Sasuke would fall right into his trap!
On the off-chance Sakura would take the middle seat, Naruto called out to her, “Hey Sakura over here!” pointing at the chair beside him. She scoffed and proceeded to sit at the far end leaving the one between her and Naruto empty for Sasuke. Naruto gleefully anticipated for the Uchiha’s weight to undo the jutsu. ‘Oh boy! I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realizes he sat on dog shit! Sakura would be so disgusted, that she would finally see I’m way cooler than Sasuke’ he mused with anticipation and droning the Uchiha’s name with mockery.
Sasuke was lowering his body onto the seat, and Naruto’s excitement had somehow slowed time down around him. ‘That’s right. Hah he’s so clueless!’ the blond was biting hard onto his lower lip to stifle his laugh that was eager to escape.
As soon as Sasuke rested his weight on the chair, Naruto jumped up guffawing as he yelled, “You sat on dog shit! Ha-Ha!” his belly laughs echoing in the room and confusing his two teammates. The awkward silence halted Naruto’s laughter and he found two raised eyebrow expressions staring back at him.
“Naruto, what are you even on about? Stop goofing around! this is important, and if you ruin it for us, I’ll make you eat dog shit!” Sakura chastised him.
“Tch. Loser” was all Sasuke said.
Naruto was scratching his head in wonder, “But… huh?” he was confused. Why didn’t his transformation get undone?
He sat back down and suddenly, the cushion beneath his seat went poof! Smearing the blond’s pants with the trap he intended for Sasuke, who had a triumphant beam on his face.
“What the hell!” Naruto yelled, swiftly turning his head towards the Uchiha beside him and squawking, “YOU DID THIS!”
Sasuke had cleverly used his substitution jutsu to switch their cushions when he noticed the blond had appeared too gleeful for him to take a seat right beside him.
“EW! What is that smell?! Naruto! That’s disgusting! There’s a bathroom for that!” Sakura chastised.
“It’s not mine!” he barked back.
“Doesn’t change the fact that you’ve got shit on your pants” Sasuke jeered.
“Argh!” Naruto’s face was burning red with fury.
“Remind me why am I wasting my time here assessing these… miscreants, when I could be utilizing this time to advance my research instead?” Orochimaru inquired, and Tsunade replied, “Because it’s part of the team 7 legacy program! We’ve been through this already! It’s our job to train the next potential Sannin.”
“Is this supposed to be the best the Academy could produce?” Jiraiya questioned rhetorically.
“We’re doing this. Hokage’s orders.” Tsunade asserted.
“Fine.”
“If I must”
Jiraiya and Orochimaru relented, as they turned their gaze back towards the one-way mirror.