Naruto Shingetsu: For Whom the Bell Tolls

Arata Sarutobi graced the village's training field with his presence at the very crack of dawn, awaiting with curiosity the arrival of his students. He was brimming with anticipation, actually, eager to see if his students were as talented as the instructors at the Academy had led him to believe. During their first meeting, he'd gotten the impression that they each possessed something special, something that resisting quantifying that seemed to radiate from powerful shinobi. His old teammate's son was now on his team, as well, and he recalled Seto having bragged to him previously about his middle child's potential. While he didn't doubt Seto's judgment, he'd also gotten the impression that Yoru was going to be the one who irritated him the most, with his playing dumb routine. The girl, Mitsuko, seemed alright. Kumoi was likely to be as frustrating to teach as the Uchiha child.

Nevertheless, he leaned against one of the stumps, arms folding over his chest as he waited. The wind blew through his hair, crisp morning air refreshing him. He hoped his new students had the wherewithal to not be late to such an important event as this... -