Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-24937485-20160312150517/@comment-24937485-20160312163238

Glad that the kids were distracted and sent off, Akira turned his head to see just exactly who had arrived. His gaze came to rest on a golden-eyed Genin who he had never seen before, not even during the academy, but then again Akira was a busy student working a part-time job on the side. He never had a lot of time for interacting and communicating and blatantly didn’t simple like it ever since the trauma from his past had occurred. But when it came to training, improvement, and other crucial parts of a young Shinobi’s life, Akira wasn’t scared to make the first step as seen when he got up on his feet, jerked his bo-staff from the ground, and was about to approach the meditating Genin before his attention was pulled by the sounds of screams not far away; recognizing the academy students voices.



He wondered just what could have scared them off and imagined a big fat scary man was about to enter the training grounds, only to be surprised by a beautiful young woman with long flowing hair. Blushing a bit, Akira hooked his finger around the neck-opening of his black shirt and pulled on it as if he was sweating on a summer’s day. He wasn’t much into the ladies, nor boys, and thus found himself surprised at his reaction. Brushing it off as a dormant fever, he shook his head and stepped into the dead-center of the training area, turning his gaze between the Dummy-punching Genin and the meditating one.

While raising his stern, youthful, voice, Akira slammed the butt of his wooden bo-staff into the grass while releasing some chakra to make a loud “Slam” that shook the ground a very little bit just below where the staff hit earth; tremors too weak to expand more than a few inches. But hopefully to would be enough to draw their attention.



“We can all progress faster by training together. I suggest a spar.”

If one or both of the other Genin agreed, the white haired boy would introduce himself to be; “Akira, a Genin of the Leaf.”