Haruki Fujimaru. Also know as the class clown and goof. A smart kid, but for some reason he was happier goofing off and playing pranks rather than being serious in his classes and studies. Today was no exception. He was busy scribbling something down on a piece of paper rather than pay attention to what Iruka was saying, almost missing when he told the class that they'd be doing a last assignment for the day, which was sort of like an assessment. Only when he got a nudge in the side from the kid who was sitting next to him did he look up in time to see that Iruka was telling the class to stand up and they'd be going outside.<br/><br/>Following behind the most popular kid in the class, Hibiki Nara, he glared at the back of the blonde male's head, for some reason gaining for the other to turn around for a moment, his eyebrows narrowed and a frown on his lips, a condescending look in his eyes. "What the heck do you want?" Hibiki growls under his breath. "Stop staring at me. Idiot." He says this all before Haru could even say anything, making him stare wide eyed once more at the back of Hibiki's head. Unbelievable! How could this guy be so stuck up?! If he were a kettle, and set to boil, steam would have been coming from his ears at how irritated he was by Hibiki's attitude.<br/><br/>However he wasn't allowed to think much more on it as they stepped out in to the yard of the Ninja Academy, where several tall poles were set up with targets on them. Apparently their goal was to hit as many of these targets with kunai and shuriken as they could, and as close to the middle as possible. A few people went on ahead, and then it was Haruki's crush's turn. He smiles wide, eyes sparkling as he watched her flawless technique in throwing the shuriken, and then the kunai. Not one hundred percent, but it was close!<br/><br/>When his name was called and he passes Satomi, he smiles at her. "Nice job!" He then steps to the front, pulling out his own shuriken, which were covered in splatters of bright paint, just like his clothing. Pulling his goggles down over his eyes, he takes a deep breath. "Okay, here I go!" He throws the Shuriken, some of which hit the targets, but most flew in odd directions, a few somehow making it behind him, a few students having to dodge the flying stars as they took their paths to lodge in to the wall of the school. "Um, maybe this will work better..." His cheeks were bright red as he pulls out kunai next, and like the shuriken, were covered in paint. He pulls his arm back and tries to mimic what Satomi had done, but of course he failed, and ended up landing falling on his butt. The whole class bursts out laughing, except for Hibiki, who stared with a dead look in his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. How could this guy be such an idiot?<br/><br/>"That's okay. Calm down class. Next up is Hibiki." Iruka's eyes land on the blonde boy. He was the top of the class, getting the best grades out of all of them, in both lessons and practical studies. "Right." Passing Haru, he looks down his nose at the blue haired boy, a smirk on his lips. He then jibes at Haru under his breath so that only he could hear. "Watch how it's SUPPOSED to be done. Loser." Haru frowns, stepping out of the way.<br/><br/>Readying himself, Hibiki pulls out his own shuriken, pristine and perfect. For a moment he stood there, calculating where each and every target was. He then moves, quickly, letting the shuriken fly, turning here and there to get to each. While the shuriken were still midair, he quickly follows up with kunai, some hitting the backs of the kunai to send them in the right direction, while the kunai themselves took a different path. With a series of clunks that symbolized the weapons hitting the wood, he was pleased to see that each and every one had hit dead center. He turns to look straight at Haruki for a moment, before turning his attention elsewhere.<br/><br/>"Well done." Iruka says, marking something down. Then the assessment continues with the rest of the class, Hibiki standing to the side, once more with his arms crossed over his chest, a bored look on his face. Haru was sitting on the ground to the side by himself, staring hard at the ground, his fingers roaming and ripping at the grass that was growing in the yard. "Stupid Hibiki. Always showing off. Why does HE have to be so good? I'll show him..." He mutters angrily under his breath, trying to ignore the crowd that was growing around Hibiki, the others admiring him for his awesome Shurikenjutsu.