She has nothing to say to this.

A man with a shock of grey-white hair and a forehead protector pulled low over one eye steps through the door.

"Ah, excuse me. I'm looking for Team Seven. Could you kind youngsters point me in the correct direction?"

"We're Team Seven!" Naruto says, bouncing to his feet. "Hi!"

"Oh." He sounds vaguely disappointed. "Well. I suppose you'd better meet me on the roof, then." He turns and ambles out of the room.

"He seems boring," Naruto complains.

Sugira sighs. "Come on, let's get to the roof." They head up.

Kakashi is sitting on the edge of the roof when they get up there, reading. He regretfully puts the book away when the group gets close.

"Let's get this over with, then. Why don't we start with introducing ourselves; your name, likes, dislikes, hobbies, plans for the future, that sort of thing. I'll go first. My name is Hatake Kakashi. I don't want to tell you about the things I like. I don't particularly dislike anything. I have plenty of hobbies. My plans for the future involve finishing this book. Okay, next." He points at Naruto.

"That was lame, we didn't learn anything!" But at a nudge from Sasuke, he relents and says, "I'm Uzumaki Naruto! I like ramen! And Sasuke! And Sasuke's cooking! And Iruka-sensei! I don't like your hair, it's dumb. I like to spar with Sasuke, and learn about stuff! My dream - I'm gonna become Hokage and change the ninja system!"

Originally he'd wanted to be acknowledged, but, well, he has Sasuke.

And also when he told Sasuke he wanted to be Hokage the other boy had said, 'Great, you're sensible and more charismatic than me. Here's a list of everything fucked up. Fix it.'

It was a long list. With bullet points. And footnotes.

Naruto doesn't like lists, but he won't let his friend down!

"Great. Moving on." He points at Chihiro.

"My name is Chihiro. I like sparring. I dislike fighting genjutsu-types. I do not have any hobbies. My plan for the future is to become a shinobi and serve my village." She recites the list tonelessly.

"You're kind of creepy you know," Naruto grumbles.

Sugira kicks him.

"Anyways... I'm Sasuke. I like things being quiet. I dislike pettiness. My hobby is reading. My dream for the future..." He shrugs. He has a lot. Reuniting with his family, fixing this world... "Is to make things better."

"Great! So now that we're all best of friends, let me tell you that of you three and the other twenty-four kids in your class who just graduated, only nine will actually become genin! There's one more test you have to pass, and it has a sixty-six percent failure rate. I'm looking forward to administering it."

"Why didn't they tell us? That's unfair - Sasuke add that to the list, this is dumb - "

"If we told you, you wouldn't take the last test seriously enough. Anyway. The short version is that this will be a survival test, and your opponent will be me. You can bring whatever tools and equipment you think you'll need."

"Will there be a time limit?"

"Yep!"

"When and where?"

"Tomorrow morning, first thing. Training field seventeen. I'd advise against breakfast. Heavy exercise on a full stomach can lead to gastrointestinal troubles. And now I've got to run. I'd say I have urgent business to attend to, but I was told to stop lying to children young enough to believe me. Don't be late!" He disappears in a swirl of leaves.

He sighs. "Come on. Chihiro, you too. We should work together on a plan."

"To what end?"

"We don't know what the exercise will be, but we can work on different scenarios, figure out what's likely, and get to know each other as a team. Avoids us tripping over each other."

"I could show you guys my cool new technique!"

"...Understood."

"Neither of our apartments are good for that - Naruto, do you know somewhere that'll be empty?"