Iruka was shaken. Not only had he been surprised and taken off guard by one of his own students, he had been shrunk to something less than a bug! But he was also a trained shinobi and wasn't about to panic or lose his cool. Suddenly, a tremor knocked him on his back and he gaped in horror. Far, far, far, far above him Konohamaru was grinning down at him. Bad that he was shrunk. Worse that he was at the mercy of the kid he had only just got done yelling at. He jumped up and ran toward the mountainous boy, running the length of his right sandel and aiming to get between his legs and escape.
While it was an impressive effort on Iruka's part, to Konohamaru it was like watching an ant panic. He laughed at his sensei's pathetic attempt at escaping and stepped back, bending down.
To Iruka, it was like an avalanche. A meteoric face crashed down to a lower orbit above him, a grin plastered over his face. Knowing that escape was useless, Iruka grabbed two kunai from his belt and held them at the ready. He was too small for Konohamaru to have seen the kunai, and he reached out to pick Iruka up. As soon as the tree like fingers were in range, Iruka stabbed at his fingers. Konohamaru didn't even feel it. Heck, the kunai didn't even pierce his skin. Iruka felt himself become entrapped in a prison of human flesh.
Konohamaru kept his hand in a fist and looked around. There had to be something he could keep his new tiny in. He ran back into the classroom and saw a small jar on Iruka's desk. He grabbed it and dropped the ant like shinobi into the jar.
Iruka felt himself fall from a great height and managed to expend enough chakra to slide down the side of the bottle and land on the bottom of the bottle without killing himself. Exhausted, he fell unconcious.
Konohamaru quickly took the jar back to his room and dropped it on his desk. He looked in and saw Iruka was asleep. He decided to let him be. There was no way he'd be able to escape.
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