"First thing's first." Goro's voice was low but clear. "My name is Goro Sroda. And even though you're to think of me as your sensei I do not own you." His stone-like eyes moved over the group of youths before him. "You are all more than capable of making your own decisions and choices, we do not live in a time of coddling, nor a time of unquestioning obedience. Both are what caused someone like Sai to rise to power." The jonin's sleeved left arm pointed out towards the forest. "Less than a kilometer in that direction is a gnarled oak from before even Sai was born. Somewhere hidden among its highest branches is a coupon for three free bowls of Ichiraku." Goro paused to observe the reaction of the three Genin.
"However there are also multiple traps placed in and around the tree, set by myself. I am confident in their potency but none of them would render any fatal wounds." Goro swallowed a thick layer of tobacco juice coating his tongue. "If you so choose, you may pursue said coupon, and use it as you see fit. Whether that means sharing it with your other two squad mates, or keeping all three for yourself is up to you. Or, if you would so choose, you can come with me and I will be more than willing to buy each of you a bowl. Right now."
The proposal wasn't the standard for most shinobi, but Goro had been raised by a family of gruff, unforgiving men who valued logic as much as strength. He didn't know if any of the three fledgling shinobi before him would be willing to take the risk and show the tremendous effort that would be required to claim the coupons. What they chose to do with said coupons would also tell Goro a fair amount about them. At the same time, he hoped they would also show enough sense to graciously except a free meal without needing to put themselves in danger, even if it meant appearing cowardly or weak. There was love hidden in the challenge, but also a large opportunity for failure.
With his last words, Goro turned walking back towards the village and away from the training ground at a steady pace anyone could keep up with. Though unorthodox in his training methods, Goro knew what he was doing. He and his brothers had been offered the same deal more than once. And even though he regretted it, Goro had more than enough scars to betray which option he had chosen.