Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-34754862-20161221072822/@comment-24714922-20161221075927

Today was a good day to train. The sun was out, it was nice and cool, there was no reason to not be training. Takahiro one of the members of Team Instinct and a talented genin of Konoha was making his way down to the training grounds. Maybe he'd get a chance to spar someone, or train some jutsu, or maybe just make a friend. Who knows, the world can be full of mystery sometimes.

Takahiro was dressed as he usually was; a black tight fitting top with no sleeves, standard issue shinobi pants and black ninja tabi. He had a few puches attached to his leg and a tanto that was strapped horizontally to his back. His konoha headband was strapped around his right bicep. He was about 5ft 5 in height with an athletic build and slightly bronzed skin from days in the sun. His black hair was about shoulder length and quite messy and his eyes were as dark as he hair.

He pushed his way through the crowd and finally after what seemed like ages he arrived at the training grounds. At first glance he seemed alone, which he was momentarily saddened by until he caught sight of snow white hair. He jogged over to the person and soon recognised him as someone he had met a few months back. He stopped beside the boy and grinned "Hey ... It was Myoo right? New member of the Fuma clan? I'm Takahiro, we met briefly a while back" He would notice the boy reading from a scroll and grin even more "Training? Wanna train together, we'll do better that way?"