The geese cried across the vast sky, and the setting sun was as red as blood.
The bright glow of sunset streamed into the classroom, falling across the faces of the students who had finished a day of lessons. The room, which should have grown lively after school, was eerily quiet.
They barely dared to breathe as they stared at the wide-open classroom door, waiting for the latest news.
"How did it go?!"
The whole class watched intently as the temporary messenger leaned against the doorframe, catching his breath.
"They're telling the truth." The brief words came out as if dragged from a broken bellows, sounding like a struggle. They hurriedly helped him up to the podium so he could explain the details. "There really is someone our age sitting in the teachers' office. They're chatting with the Uchiha Clan, and they seem so familiar that they must have known each other for a long time."
"Where?"
Someone asked impatiently. He didn't care about their relationship; he just wanted to get ahead of the crowd and claim the best spot to watch.
"The sports field."
The spy sitting on the podium pointed out the window at the grass bathed in the setting sun.
The classroom instantly boiled over. The students spilled out like splashing water, grabbing their bags and rushing toward the place where the match would be held. They could go home later, but they couldn't miss the match.
After the commotion died down, the quiet classroom was startled awake once more by a knock at the door.
The boy with the pineapple-shaped hair wore his schoolbag slung over one shoulder. Lowering the hand he'd used to knock, he called into the empty classroom, "Rin, are you going?"
"School's over?" The girl sprawled across her desk faintly heard someone