Shikamaru nodded. "That's probably a good idea." Chakra theory could be difficult for some. Though, he felt as if Midori would catch up soon enough. The rest of the students had already been over the information, and the review for them had been quite boring. With Midori's limited education, it was probably all new information. Transferring put you behind, which is why it didn't happen very often.<br/><br/>"Well, bye-bye!" Shikamaru said, turning away with Choji to begin walking away.<br/><br/>Passing by at almost the same time was a rather frustrated-looking older man and a young boy with excited, eager green eyes that drank in every detail. Just looking at him, Shikamaru became tired. That boy had a lot of contained energy.<br/><br/>"Hey," Choji said. "Who are they?" The older man and the boy walked into the building, brushing past Midori at a fast walk.<br/><br/>"No idea. Another transfer student?"<br/><br/>"Oh. Midori, you won't be the newest tomorrow!" Choji called over his shoulder with a wave.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Kitsu ignored the press of his father's hand on his shoulder, pushing him along into the building where he would learn to be a Ninja. It would be the place of the birth of his story, he knew. He loved the building already. He loved the rooms, the desks, and he had a great liking for the man with the headband, who would become his teacher.<br/><br/>"All the paperwork is arranged," Kitsu's father growled. He made as if to push Kitsu forward, but before he could Kitsu had already stepped forward.<br/><br/>"My name is Kitsu." The boy grinned up at Iruka.<br/><br/>"Well," Iruka said. "It's nice to meet you. Do you think you're ready for all the work? You are quite far behind the rest of the class you have been placed into."<br/><br/>Kitsu's father grunted. "He loves this stuff. The brat might even be ahead."<br/><br/>Kitsu took it for praise, and his grin grew even larger, were it possible. His green eyes didn't focus in on Iruka, but instead swiveled farther than his head as the chin made swooping arcs; e was trying to take in every detail. Every single one. It was only when Iruka spoke again that his eyes went back to the man.<br/><br/>"Well, we will have to see I guess... If he needs help, I'll be able to tutor him. Luckily, he isn't the only transfer student, even though he's later than we would have liked."<br/><br/>Kitsu's father grunted.<br/><br/>"So... I start tomorrow, right?" Kitsu asked.<br/><br/>"Well, yes. We have to get you into the groove of things as quickly as possible. I made some notes on the lessons we've done the past few days so you won't be too far behind so long as you ─"<br/><br/>"Can I read them<em>now?</em>"<br/><br/>Iruka blinked in surprise. He wasn't often interrupted, and it was certainly interesting to find a student so eager to learn that they interrupted him. "Well... Yes. I suppose..." Iruka reached for the papers he had made for Kitsu, and then remembered he had written some for Midori as well, and forgotten to hand them to her.<br/><br/>Kitsu took the notes, and began reading them where he stood while Iruka spoke to his father. Chakra theory. Evasion tactics. Basic poison education. Even math, surprisingly (though not entirely unexpected). He must have made a strange sight, looking at class notes as if they were a best-selling fiction novel, and an expression of focus misplaced in a young boy who was just a little shorter than he should have been.