Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30271674-20161129085600

It was late in the afternoon for Konoha, the sun was beginning to set beyond the horizon where the stone impressions of the two hokage watched silently. Watching with them was a young man, rather bulky in size and with serpentine markings on his cheeks, Ieyasu Akimichi. A little before the Chūnin Exams began, he personally planned an appointment with the Hokage. Being such a busy person, Ieyasu couldn't even get close to the village's leader for some weeks until recently when he was let known of this specific time and day where he could speak with the enigmatic figure.

He began to scoot closer to the edge until he simply fell off, or so it would seem as he made sure to keep his feet planted to the face of the Hokage Rock's cliff. Ieyasu walked down it, looking a little unhappy with himself as various thoughts swirled about in his mind. After reaching to the bottom of the Rock and walking through the small forest and some roads between his destination: He arrived at the Academy and was greeted by a receptionist who guided him through the building.

Now he was just before the entrance to the Hokage's Office, he bowed his head, looking away from the grand oak doors that he was about to open. After a moment or two he put up a hand and opened the doors, letting them close behind him before casually opening conversation to Ikeru who he would presume be sitting at his desk but didn't look up almost as if in guilt or shame of something.

"Afternoon," Ieyasu started, giving brief pause before letting on if he were to be greeted by Ikeru, "I don't think I'm ready to be anything like an Anbu, Hokage-sama... My fatass can barely keep track of myself."

Ieyasu chewed on the inside of his cheek as he said that, his expression turned from guilt to something of solemnity and an anger that was seemingly controlled. Although it wasn't easily seen, it could probably be heard in the way he spoke. 