When the upper-year wooden sword class passed by the East Corridor, Kiyo was tying on his meal tag.
He had made the knot in its cord far too complicated, as though he had placed a miniature seal on the wooden tag. Morita Yu watched for a long time before he finally said, "You won't be able to undo that."
"It's secure."
"What about when you eat?"
Kiyo looked down at the tangle, and his expression slowly changed.
Just then, the sound of wooden swords came from outside the corridor.
It wasn't the sound of fighting, only wooden swords bumping together and occasionally knocking against the children's legs as they walked in line. Thunk, thunk, a few soft knocks. Zhen Shu's hand stopped beside the desk. Keisuke looked up too. Che glanced toward the doorway and happened to see the older child who had carried a wooden sword yesterday walking past.
The older child saw Group Two as well.
This time, he didn't say anything about the Uchiha. He only shifted the wooden sword on his shoulder. Its end struck the doorframe with a dull thud.
Kiyo whispered, "His wooden sword knocked on the door."
Morita Yu said, "Shut up."
Teacher Mizuno put down her chalk. "Write down what you saw. Don't judge it."
Paper rustled throughout the classroom. Kiyo bent his head and wrote at lightning speed. Che was a little worried he would write, "The wooden sword knocked on the door," but Kiyo even nodded to himself when he finished. Teacher Mizuno came over and took a look.
"The wooden sword struck the doorframe," she read.
Kiyo asked nervously, "Is that okay?"
"Yes."
Kiyo breathed a sigh of relief, as though he had struck the doorframe himself.
Zhen Shu wrote slowly. Teacher Mizuno didn't rush him. After a while,