An Honoured Shinobi

by: Alfred Juumonji

Disclaimer: I don't own these works.

Hey guys! I am sooooooo sorry for taking so long to update! I would have gotten up a super long chapter a while ago, but a virus deleted it! This has happened before too, and it was only the one document. Because of that I lost my will to write, but now I'm back baby (maybe)! Though, I can't bring myself to risk getting the file deleted again (my girlfriend refuses to admit that the computer could have caught a virus and I'm terrible with stuff like this), so I'm going to be sticking with the slightly shorter format.

Addressing Reviews Segment! To twirlgirl4life1, sorry for the confusion about Asuma/Harry's identity! I notice that you're on chapter 3, so if you continue reading it should clear up at least a little bit. To Beloved Daughter, thanks for pointing that out! I originally was going to eliminate Umbridge altogether, which is why at the beginning I tried to write it vaguely. But later on I changed my mind, which might be where the confusion started.

Chapter 11: The first class.

Asuma sat at his desk in his new classroom, a pile of papers to his left and a chalkboard to his right. Studying the layout of the room he would be occupying for the next 10 months, he found that he was fairly satisfied with it, considering that he only had his previous experiences at the academy to draw on for reference. The room was about the same size as an academy classroom, with the desks arranged in a semi circle facing the front, set in raised aisles also similar to the academy. Asuma's desk and the chalkboard were on the lowest level, just set back from an empty space that the desks surrounded which would be used for demonstrations. In both corners behind him were doors; one lead to a hallway on the second floor, and the other lead down to an open courtyard, which would be used for training during the warmer months.

Asuma was as prepared as he could be for the week. Before he had gone to sleep last night, he had gathered all the materials he would need so he wouldn't have to this morning, and it was a good thing that he did. As soon as he had finished getting dressed earlier, he had been accosted by a very excitable house elf. Surprised that Dumbledore had been so quick in acknowledging his request, it had taken him longer to get through his business with 'Teaky', but eventually he had. He was looking forward to one of his students asking about the new foods included at breakfast.

Now all that he had left to do was wait for the teenagers to show up. Asuma was actually a little unsure about whether or not he could handle a classroom full of students; and multiple classes at that. He would be the first to admit that he didn't have Iruka's natural inclination towards teaching. Heck, it was a surprise to him that his genin had managed to be so competent lately.

Alas, Asuma would have to dwell on his insecurities later, for he could hear the door opening slowly from behind him. Turning his head, he gestured for the blonde young man to come fully into the room, asking him his name as he inched further into the room.

"I-I'm, uh- Neville. Neville Lo-Longbottom, sir." Mentally raising an eyebrow at the boy's jumpy behavior, Asuma ticked a small box beside his name and pointed to the desk closest to his own; all the while Neville kept glancing around warily. Rustling in his top drawer a moment, Asuma soon located the seating plan that he had noticed earlier and jotted Nevilles name down as well. When he was done with this, he sat back in his chair and leveled the nervous teen with an evaluating stare, causing the boy to duck his head even as he sat down.

"So, Longbottom. You have been at Hogwarts for four years now. How do you find it?" The teen grumbled something Asuma couldn't catch, but after a minute spoke up.

"I, uh… I like Herbology. And Charms. They're the only classes I'm g-good at, really." Asuma nodded in understanding. "I g-guess that… Quidditch games are-are fun? I mean- I don't p-play, or anything… it's just... I mean…"

"Nothing wrong with not liking a sport, now. Personally, I don't even know what Quidditch is." Neville gaped briefly at his teacher before be blushed violently and looked away.

"Wh-what do you mean, er- Professor?" Asuma shook his head.

"Well, I'll explain once the rest of the class has got here. I don't want to repeat myself anymore than I have to." Neville nodded, and almost as if by magic the door opened again at that moment, revealing close to twenty students. As the teens took their seats (a distinct split between the green and red robes), Asuma readied his attendance and seating papers and stood to lean on his desk. After the bell rang, Asuma went about completing those tasks, before he set them down and turned back to the room.

"Is there anyone absent right now?" Receiving a negative response, Asuma continued. "Alright then. I am going to explain a few important things to you, and during that time there will be no talking." Asuma took a piece of chalk in his hand and began writing on the board as he spoke. "My name is Asuma Sarutobi. I would prefer it if you called me Sarutobi-sensei instead of Professor*, and I will be your instructor for the Physical portion of your Defense classes. Professor Umbridge will handle your spellwork, as I cannot perform magic." Asuma could hear several murmurs from the class, but he decided to ignore them this once. "This class will be strenuous, it will require hard work, and I will not allow you to make light of it. You will receive two warnings; the first will be a loss of house points, and the second will be detention and a suspension from this class. A third transgression will result in permanent expulsion."

Asuma finished writing and set the chalk down. As he looked back at his students, many of them regarded him with stunned faces, making him grin. He leisurely pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it*, drawing a completely scandalized expression from a bushy haired girl sitting next to Neville. "Any questions?"

Several hands shot up and he pointed to a dark skinned boy sitting in the second row.

"What do you mean you can't do magic, uh, Sarutobi-sensei." Asuma smiled, having expected that this would be the first question.

"Simple, I am not a wizard." Now many of the students looked scandalized, and Asuma let out a bark of laughter. "Though I must say that I am no muggle either. I am a shinobi. Yes, Brown?"

Lavender lowered her hand quickly. "What's a shinobi?"

"A shinobi is someone who can mould chakra, allowing them to perform various feats normally impossible for civilians. It is a profession in my homeland. Shall I demonstrate?" Many in the class nodded, so Asuma went to the nearest wall and began to walk up it. He smirked at the shocked squawk that Ron let out, and he continued until he was facing them upside down from the middle of the ceiling.

"Chakra is similar to magic, though they come from different places. In Konohagakure, my home, anyone who passes the graduation exam at the shinobi academy is given one of these." Here he pointed to his forehead protector. "It symbolizes what village the shinobi comes from. Yes, Granger?"

"Are-Are you going to be teaching us chakra, Sarutobi-sensei?" Asuma noted the girl's enthusiasm, and jumped back down to his previous position, prompting more amazed sounds.

"No." And it was indeed funny to watch the class deflate like that. "Chakra has to start being trained early. Even the first years would be too old to learn. I will teach you physical defense; hand to hand fighting and body conditioning. You never know when you might lose your wand." Asuma pointed to one of the Slytherin girls.

"How are the classes set up?"

Asuma leaned back on the desk. "You may have noticed that this year you have two slots a week for DADA. The slot today has the subtitle 'Physical', and the other has 'Spellwork'. Treat it as having an extra class every week." Asuma was beginning to find a pattern in the collective groans let out by his class, and chuckled. "It's set up this way because my classes will be very tiring, and you'll need time to recuperate afterwards. I've heard that Professor Umbridge is going to do more of a textbook based curriculum, so that will give your body a bit of a rest. Yes, Miss Patil?"

Parvati lowered her hand, sitting straighter while Asuma looked at her. "Why don't you want to be called professor, sir? You seemed fine calling Professor Umbridge that."

"AH, that." Asuma took a long drag from his cigarette. "It's because that was my father's title. 'Hakase', 'The Professor'. It feels wrong to use it posthumously."

That statement garnered several minutes of murmuring, during which Asuma wrote more on the board. Once he felt the students had gossiped for long enough, he drew their attention to the exercise that he had put up.

"By next week, you are to find out all of these points and bring them back to me. We will re-test then and create your lesson plan. For now, you're all dismissed." No one moved just yet, busy copying down the words off of the board, but eventually everyone finished and they left for their next class.

Schedule

Monday: 1-5th year GS 3-1st year HR

Tuesday: 2-4th year HS 4-2nd year SR

Wednesday: 1-3rd year GH 3-6th 7th year All 6-3rd year SR

Thursday: 2-2nd year GH 4-4th year RG

Friday: 1-1st year GS 3-5th year HR

*The third hokage's nickname was 'hakase' or 'professor', 'sensei' means teacher

*Hermione is the only one scandalized because she is muggle born, most ninjas and wizards I've read about in both series don't really make much of a deal out of smoking (though I should note that I don't endorse it). He smokes in the school because while both the societies are old fashioned in different ways, this is an area where there is a bit of overlap where its okay

Also, I really wasn't motivated for this chapter so I'm not that proud of it, but I wanted to give you guys who've started to follow me something else. I can't promise any quick updates or anything, but I will definitely endeavour to write more frequently. It becomes a big problem for me if the stuff I'm writing about doesn't interest me, and right now I really want to do anything BUT think about Naruto.