Konoha Ninja Academy – One Day Before 4th Year Begins
Sasuke was sitting in his usual seat, arms crossed, staring out the window.
He didn't look tired. But he was. For once, he'd slept in, didn't train, didn't stretch, didn't even do a push-up. His body was sore in ways he didn't like admitting, and his muscles felt like rubber bands that'd been stretched too thin.
So today? He was coasting.
He wasn't the only one.
"Is it just me," Naruto said loudly, halfway draped across his desk, "or does the air today feel like it's made of nap?"
"Maybe it's because you're lazy," Sakura muttered without looking up from her notebook.
"Maybe it's because I'm a spiritual being who senses energy flows," Naruto replied, dead serious.
"You're a being of chaos," Ino snapped from the next row.
Shikamaru yawned from under his desk. "Too early for this. Can someone wake me up when I'm Hokage?"
"You?! Hokage?!" Naruto practically fell off his chair laughing. "Come on, you'd sleep through your own coronation!"
Choji offered Shikamaru a chip. "I'd vote for you."
"Thanks, man."
Iruka walked in. Hands in his pockets. Looked around. Paused. Then sighed.
"I'm not even gonna try today," he said. "Free period. Play nice. Don't set anything on fire."
Everyone froze for a second. Then exploded.
Sakura: "Okay, Ino, let's settle this — who throws better shuriken?"
Ino: "You mean besides me? Sure, let's go."
Naruto: "HEY SASUKE LET'S FIGHT—no wait, let's eat first."
Sasuke: "No."
Naruto: "Too bad, I brought food!"
Kiba: "Who wants to race Akamaru?"
Akamaru barked.
Hinata whispered something to herself and quietly scooted away from the noise. Shino followed her and sat down like a wall.
Outside — Academy Yard
The class had spilled outside. Laughter echoed across the grass.
Naruto had dragged Sasuke to sit with the others under the big tree.
Sasuke didn't resist… much.
"Look at you, Mr. Broody, sitting in the sun," Ino teased. "What's next, smiling?"
Sasuke glared at her. "Don't push your luck."
Kiba was tying leaves together with string.
"I'm making a bug trap," he declared.
Shino, who was watching from the side, quietly said, "That's not how that works."
"Don't care," Kiba grinned. "Bet I catch at least one."
Choji tossed a rice ball toward Naruto, who caught it with his mouth and shouted, "FOOD JUTSU!"
"FOOD JUTSU!" Kiba repeated.
Sasuke watched them, mildly horrified. "Are you two related?"
"No," they said at the same time.
Lunch — Aka the Unofficial Prank War
Naruto had somehow snuck a small bottle of hot sauce into class.
He squirted a bit onto Kiba's rice balls when no one was looking.
Kiba took a bite. Froze.
Then his eyes watered.
"YOU—"
"I REGRET NOTHING!" Naruto screamed, running for his life.
Shikamaru, half-asleep on the grass, lifted a lazy leg just as Naruto zipped past.
Thud.
Naruto tripped, arms flailing.
Time slowed.
Everyone watched.
He crashed, face-first—right into Sakura's lap.
There was a beat of stunned silence.
Then Sakura's face turned red.
"WHAT THE HELL, NARUTO?!"
WHACK.
She sent him flying backward with a single palm strike to the forehead.
Naruto landed flat on his back in the grass, limbs twitching like a bug flipped upside down.
"Totally worth it," he wheezed.
Shikamaru yawned. "Too easy."
"Why are you like this?" Ino muttered at both of them.
Meanwhile, Ino had pulled out a small snack box she'd brought from home and turned toward Sasuke.
"Here," she said casually, holding it out. "It's mochi. My mom made them. Want one?"
Sasuke, sitting cross-legged a bit off to the side, glanced at her, then at the box.
He took one.
"…Thanks."
Ino blinked. "Wait, seriously? No snark? No 'hn'?"
Naruto sat up suddenly. "WHAT?! YOU NEVER EAT MY STUFF!"
"You once tried to give me uncooked instant ramen," Sasuke replied dryly, chewing the mochi.
"I was experimenting!"
Sakura, still fuming, muttered, "I swear, next time you land on me, I'm launching you into the stratosphere."
Kiba laughed so hard he choked on his food. Choji offered him a water bottle.
Even Hinata giggled quietly behind her hands.
Sasuke didn't say anything else.
But he finished the mochi.
And didn't look quite so annoyed anymore.
Afternoon — "Team Building" (aka Making a Mess)
Iruka handed out scrolls with building instructions. "Your goal is to make a trap that works. Use teamwork. That means no blowing things up on purpose, Naruto."
Naruto raised both hands. "No promises."
Sasuke's team: Naruto, Ino, and Shino.
Naruto was building something with string and soup lids.
Ino was trying to direct them like a bossy clan princess.
Shino was silently making actual working mechanisms in the corner.
Sasuke sat in the grass with his arms crossed, watching them argue.
"You're using the wrong knot!" Ino shouted.
"It's my signature style!" Naruto yelled back.
"Your style sucks!"
"I'M AN ARTIST!"
Shino finally said, "I've already finished. I used wire, pressure sensors, and a scent lure."
Naruto blinked. "Wait—what?"
Then the trap went off. A puff of colored chalk hit them all in the face.
Sasuke was not amused.
"I blame all of you," he said.
Ino wiped pink dust off her hair. "I liked this outfit, you jerks."
Naruto pointed to Shino. "This man is secretly a genius."
Shino shrugged. "Bugs are effective teachers."
Evening — Wind Down
The sun was low. Iruka had let them stay a little longer, "since you'll all be training harder starting tomorrow."
The class spread out around the school grounds. Tired. Chatting. Happy.
Sasuke sat on the rooftop, legs swinging over the edge. Naruto climbed up next to him, holding two juice boxes.
"Peace offering," he said.
Sasuke took one. "I didn't declare war."
"You glared like you did."
They sat in silence, sipping juice.
Below them, Ino was brushing chalk out of her hair, muttering curses. Kiba was chasing Akamaru for stealing his lunch again. Shikamaru was lying flat in the grass staring at clouds, and Choji was next to him eating chips.
Hinata sat near Sakura, giggling at something. Shino was reading. Tenten from the year above had stopped by to ask Iruka a question.
Everyone looked... content.
Sasuke blinked up at the sky.
It was warm. Loud. Bright.
And for once, he didn't mind it.
End of Chapter 9
Let me know if you'd like Chapter 10 to kick off with their first official day of Year Four — maybe with a new instructor, more advanced topics like tracking or chakra flow exercises, or a new threat to shake things up. Or, we can keep the tone light for a bit longer.
You said:make it shikimaru triping naruto who then faceplanted himself into sakura's lap who shouted while ino offered something to sasuke to eat
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Absolutely! Here's the revised lunch scene with your requested sequence—Shikamaru tripping Naruto, faceplant into Sakura's lap, her yelling, and Ino offering food to Sasuke—while keeping everything light, funny, and in-character for a group of nearly-nine-year-olds in a slice-of-life chapter:
Lunch — The Chaos Picnic Begins
The class had spilled out into the courtyard for lunch, and somehow, they all ended up sitting under the same big tree like they were part of one big dysfunctional clan.
Naruto was running in wild zigzags, chasing after Akamaru, who had snatched one of his rice balls.
"I SWEAR ON MY RAMEN, COME BACK HERE!"
Shikamaru, half-asleep on the grass, lifted a lazy leg just as Naruto zipped past.
Thud.
Naruto tripped, arms flailing.
Time slowed.
Everyone watched.
He crashed, face-first—right into Sakura's lap.
There was a beat of stunned silence.
Then Sakura's face turned red.
"WHAT THE HELL, NARUTO?!"
WHACK.
She sent him flying backward with a single palm strike to the forehead.
Naruto landed flat on his back in the grass, limbs twitching like a bug flipped upside down.
"Totally worth it," he wheezed.
Shikamaru yawned. "Too easy."
"Why are you like this?" Ino muttered at both of them.
Meanwhile, Ino had pulled out a small snack box she'd brought from home and turned toward Sasuke.
"Here," she said casually, holding it out. "It's mochi. My mom made them. Want one?"
Sasuke, sitting cross-legged a bit off to the side, glanced at her, then at the box.
He took one.
"…Thanks."
Ino blinked. "Wait, seriously? No snark? No 'hn'?"
Naruto sat up suddenly. "WHAT?! YOU NEVER EAT MY STUFF!"
"You once tried to give me uncooked instant ramen," Sasuke replied dryly, chewing the mochi.
"I was experimenting!"
Sakura, still fuming, muttered, "I swear, next time you land on me, I'm launching you into the stratosphere."
Kiba laughed so hard he choked on his food. Choji offered him a water bottle.
Even Hinata giggled quietly behind her hands.
Sasuke didn't say anything else.
But he finished the mochi.
And didn't look quite so annoyed anymore.