The lithe Hyuga girl leaned back against her chair and folded her hands in front of her chin, resting it against the thumbs. With the situation over and dealt with, at least according to her mind, she could go back to observing these civilian children. She couldn't really think of most of them in any other way. Some were more well-behaved than others, some tried to emulate the way they thought a ninja would act, but they were ultimately still mere children, with a few exceptions.<br/><br/>The two whispering to each other had some training - she could tell because she couldn't read their lips. She was still learning how to do that, but with most of those present it was easy enough that she could make out at least a few words. The over-dressed candidate she had pegged as an Aburame trainee kept to himself, but he too was worth keeping an eye on.<br/><br/>Now if only the break would end and they could get to the physical training. That at least, she thought, might prove mildly amusing -- until her train of thought was interrupted by Midori standing up and moving over to her.<br/><br/>The 'girl with the cat' stood close but not too close. Interesting. Of course it would be a simple matter to reach her with a chair or a projectile without even moving from her position, but Misaki couldn't just grab her like she had done with the silly boy just now. She lowered her hands, one of which briefly inched towards the pouch on her belt in reflex, but then stopped herself and looked back at Midori to see what she wanted.<br/><br/>At first her expression was guarded but neutral, though as Midori kept talking it slowly turned into a frown, then to a glare. Apparently she was quick to annoy. But when Midori was finished, the Hyuga let the breath she had been holding out and looked her straight in the eyes.  "You don't owe me anything, either," she said with a sharp note to her voice. "Go to your seat, Yuhara."<br/><br/>After another moment, she offered in the exact same testy tone: "Misaki." The Hyuga part was obviously already known to this Midori, so she saw no need to repeat it, but did add a brief clarification: "That's my name."<br/><br/>She could have said more, like how she would recommend the girl stop sharing details about her family and life. While it would be an unrealistic threat coming from that overgrown boy earlier, someone like her could use that information to blackmail Midori -- not that she intended to, but the potential was there and if she blabbed about her civilian relatives so easily, who knew what else she might accidentally reveal?<br/><br/>The girl had some talent, that much the white-eyed girl had already surmised, but she was still very much a diamond in the rough. Nothing that couldn't be fixed with a little training -- which, she supposed, was part of why this Academy had been established in the first place.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>At some point during the break, a faculty staff member dropped a message scroll for Noboru. It was sealed with the family crest of House Hyuga.<br/><br/>'Attending Chuunin', it addressed him. It was written in a feminine hand, though the seal and name at the bottom was that of Hyuga Issun, the family patriarch. It had most likely been dictated or just written on his behalf, with his approval.<br/><br/><em>Attending Chuunin,<br/><br/>This message reaches you as the future instructor of my son, Ibiki, who will enter your class in the following week. You are hereby given leave and expected to spare no effort in his education regardless of status, render punishment when necessary and treat him as harshly as is required.<br/><br/>At this point, you will also have encountered his sister, Misaki. She was sent here in order to assess the facility and potential academy candidates. <br/><br/>She is to act as a bodyguard for her brother during his lessons. That is her primary purpose, she is not to be separated from him. Outside of that condition, she is permitted to act as a student.<br/><br/>-Hyuga Issun<br/></em><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"Will that do, my lord?" The woman was kneeling, her eyes lowered as she waited for a response. In her hand she held the letter she had just read aloud, presenting it for him to take if he so desired.<br/><br/>Issun had interlocked his hands behind his back as he gazed out of the window, following the movement of a bird he saw at a distance. It was something he liked to do, to reassure himself that his precious eyes were still strong without and despite the long-year use of the Byakugan. "It'll do," he said soberly, "place my seal on it and have it sent over."<br/><br/>He breathed in, then exhaled, slowly, his eyes flickering from the sky towards the village. "That's all I can do for her. If she has the potential you claim, she will have a place once Ibiki has graduated."<br/><br/>"Yes, my lord," Kiku replied and lowered her hands.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Inside his room, Ibiki sat in a lotus position and meditated.<br/><br/>He was not actually meditating.<br/><br/>He was waiting.<br/>