Talk:Team 3: First Meeting Icebreaker 1/4/16/@comment-24463731-20161211013555

Ugh... mornings, why were they even invented? Akihiro grumbled as he scrunched up his face in response to the beam of light that hit it evenly through the grimy window. Groping around his nightstand for his goggles, the young Hyuuga kicked his legs off the side of his bed and pulled himself to sit upright at the edge of the bed. Something about today was important but his still-groggy brain wasn't up to the task of figuring it out yet. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he pulled on his white robes and slipped his feet into the open toed sandals he usually wore. Wiggling his toes as he walks down the stairs from the loft above his mother's restaurant he yawned and grabbed a bun from the counter. Taking a bite he nearly choked as his mother's shrill voice tore him from his slumber.

“ CHILD!! What are you still doing here? You are supposed to be gone already, I told you that bouncing off the walls last night was going to make you late.”

At his mother's words, Hiro's brain suddenly kicked into proper speed and he remembered what had so excited him from the night before. The note, sent by Hyo-sensei to remind him of the meeting. Suddenly the boy began to rush, running down the length of the store, tying up his robes with a simple rope belt. Clipping on the pouches of ninja tools, Hiro pushed open the door with his other hand. Running down the alley, Hiro pulled up his goggles to cover his eyes just in time to jump into the stream of the Baragakure morning crowd.

His small stature helped the young gennin to weave his way through the mass of bodies, running toward the clinic. In the mass of moving bodies, Hiro's eyes easily picked out the three stationary bodies by the clinic, and he began to push his way towards the trio. In his haste, Hiro missed the large man carrying a stack of boxes nearly the size of the little Hyuuga. Bouncing off the man's hip, Hiro tumbled to the ground and rolled to an unceremonious bundle of clothing at Hyo's feet.

Scrambling to his feet, Hiro kept his head tilted forward, using his long, and messy hair to keep hidden the deep red flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. “Ummm... H-hi I'm ahh Hiro, Akihiro.” He looked up at Hyo and then the other two children whom he assumed to be his new team mates. “Sorry that I'm late, my uhh mom needed my help in the store.” The rest of his sentence was lost to an incoherent mumble, but a keen ear could make out the words “cleaning” and “vegetables”.



“ It's still like 9... I didn't miss it, did I? The um... the meeting, right?” He looked up at Hyo.