As hard as Itachi had scrubbed, there were still traces of multi colored paint on his nails, staining his skin, and at his hairline. Since he'd already almost scrubbed himself raw, Itachi decided that would have to do. He'd been browsing randomly trying to think of a non-deadly reply to exploding paint tags when he saw Iruka.

"Iruka-san!" Itachi turned around and pushed through the crowd, hurrying up to the Chuunin.