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The Dapper Mog
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"See ya!"
A young girl called out to her parents before leaping out the window of her room, landing in the large tree outside of their home before dropping down to the ground gracefully, transitioning her into a roll before dashing into a full sprint. Her eyes narrowed with concentration, teeth clenched in an excited grin as she moved nearly on all fours, leaning forward with her center of gravity low and close to the ground. Today was the day. The day that she would no longer just be a little kid to all of the adults. Today, she was a shinobi.
Momo Inuzuka was always excitable, and a day that brought such promise was nothing short of a perfect reason to be so. Finally, she could actually start doing something with herself. Earn some respect, and prove that the Inuzuka clan, as young as it was, deserved to be respected and all the more importantly, acknowledged. Sure, her father was something of an oddity to many people, as was she and her sister. But, they were still shinobi, or, shinobi-in-training, in her and her sister's case. They needed to let the village know that they were worthy of praise and respect. The world. No matter what it took.
The breeze was cool and refreshing, moving her short hair gently as she darted towards her destination. She had been told to report to one of the training grounds to meet her new sensei. Additionally, she would be discovering exactly who her teammates would be as well. As of the moment, she had no idea, and as it were, probably didn't know much about her classmates. Other than occasionally meeting up with local pet owners, The Inuzuka weren't particularly fond of mingling with the others. It wasn't distrust or anything, simply that her father, the founder, wasn't much of a people person. Hower, he could be civil without problems, and was usually very friendly. But, his manners and social skills sometimes left something to be desired.
The prior grin that had adorned her pretty, yet boyish, face had vanished now, replaced by a mixed look of nervousness and eagerness. Momo couldn't help but wonder what her teammates would be like. Would they be rude to her because of her clan? Would they think little of her? Would they tolerate her sometimes feral behavior? All these things and more were tumbling about inside her head as she jumped from a rooftop, landing in another roll before popping back up into a run, not missing a step. She was nearing her destination, made all the more apparent when she saw a woman sitting atop a rock formation.
Momo stopped short of the woman, standing upright and straightening her posture, as her mother often scolded her to do. The girl's expression softened slightly as she looked to the woman. She was really familiar, in fact, her name was right on the tip of her tongue. She was really pretty, but something about her was so unsettling. It was always a challenge to look her in the eye. Nonetheless, Momo held nothing but respect for her in her heart. After all, the wife of the Hokage was undoubtedly a woman of great character.
"Hello! Uhm...uhh...sensei? Am I the first one here?"
The poor girl felt terrible that she couldn't remember the woman's name. Especially since she was such a prominent figure in the village. Then again, Momo was lucky to be able to remember anyone's name at any time. She was often told by her father and her sister that if she wasn't referred to by name so often she'd forget it too. Momo never liked being insulted that way, yet, it wouldn't surprise her if she did forget one day. Her gaze drifted away from the woman nervously, hoping it wasn't obvious that the woman's name eluded her.
A young girl called out to her parents before leaping out the window of her room, landing in the large tree outside of their home before dropping down to the ground gracefully, transitioning her into a roll before dashing into a full sprint. Her eyes narrowed with concentration, teeth clenched in an excited grin as she moved nearly on all fours, leaning forward with her center of gravity low and close to the ground. Today was the day. The day that she would no longer just be a little kid to all of the adults. Today, she was a shinobi.
Momo Inuzuka was always excitable, and a day that brought such promise was nothing short of a perfect reason to be so. Finally, she could actually start doing something with herself. Earn some respect, and prove that the Inuzuka clan, as young as it was, deserved to be respected and all the more importantly, acknowledged. Sure, her father was something of an oddity to many people, as was she and her sister. But, they were still shinobi, or, shinobi-in-training, in her and her sister's case. They needed to let the village know that they were worthy of praise and respect. The world. No matter what it took.
The breeze was cool and refreshing, moving her short hair gently as she darted towards her destination. She had been told to report to one of the training grounds to meet her new sensei. Additionally, she would be discovering exactly who her teammates would be as well. As of the moment, she had no idea, and as it were, probably didn't know much about her classmates. Other than occasionally meeting up with local pet owners, The Inuzuka weren't particularly fond of mingling with the others. It wasn't distrust or anything, simply that her father, the founder, wasn't much of a people person. Hower, he could be civil without problems, and was usually very friendly. But, his manners and social skills sometimes left something to be desired.
The prior grin that had adorned her pretty, yet boyish, face had vanished now, replaced by a mixed look of nervousness and eagerness. Momo couldn't help but wonder what her teammates would be like. Would they be rude to her because of her clan? Would they think little of her? Would they tolerate her sometimes feral behavior? All these things and more were tumbling about inside her head as she jumped from a rooftop, landing in another roll before popping back up into a run, not missing a step. She was nearing her destination, made all the more apparent when she saw a woman sitting atop a rock formation.
Momo stopped short of the woman, standing upright and straightening her posture, as her mother often scolded her to do. The girl's expression softened slightly as she looked to the woman. She was really familiar, in fact, her name was right on the tip of her tongue. She was really pretty, but something about her was so unsettling. It was always a challenge to look her in the eye. Nonetheless, Momo held nothing but respect for her in her heart. After all, the wife of the Hokage was undoubtedly a woman of great character.
"Hello! Uhm...uhh...sensei? Am I the first one here?"
The poor girl felt terrible that she couldn't remember the woman's name. Especially since she was such a prominent figure in the village. Then again, Momo was lucky to be able to remember anyone's name at any time. She was often told by her father and her sister that if she wasn't referred to by name so often she'd forget it too. Momo never liked being insulted that way, yet, it wouldn't surprise her if she did forget one day. Her gaze drifted away from the woman nervously, hoping it wasn't obvious that the woman's name eluded her.
The dawn had come too soon. A groan escaped the young man as he opened his eyes to the light pouring into his bedroom window. He turned his head to the left, looking at the large bookshelf bathed in sunlight, immediately spotting the book that was lying down instead of standing upright with the others. A method to help remember which book he was presently reading, while still keeping it exactly where he knew it was. Chojiro sat upright, running a hand absently through his hair, closing his eyes as he yawned briefly. While many of his classmate were excited, Chojiro himself may as well have considered today just the same as any other. Becoming a genin, a full fledged shinobi, was something of a big deal, yes. But, titles never really mattered to him. It was all about what you did and what you do, not what you are called or what you call yourself. Nonetheless, he was happy to be able to advance his training to the next step.
The boy rose from his bed, his foosteps making gentle thuds as he moved to begin his morning ritual. Shower, read while eating breakfast, do a few exercises, then head out to begin the day. He exchanged a few pleasantries with his parents before waving absently to them as he exited the front door to their home. Chojiro knew full well that today would bring about the start of a new chapter of his life, and the same was undoubtedly true of his new teammates and their sensei. More so the students, of course. With a determined yet casual pace, he made his way to their meeting place. He would likely be the last to arrive. While polite, punctuality was never his strong suit.
The boy rose from his bed, his foosteps making gentle thuds as he moved to begin his morning ritual. Shower, read while eating breakfast, do a few exercises, then head out to begin the day. He exchanged a few pleasantries with his parents before waving absently to them as he exited the front door to their home. Chojiro knew full well that today would bring about the start of a new chapter of his life, and the same was undoubtedly true of his new teammates and their sensei. More so the students, of course. With a determined yet casual pace, he made his way to their meeting place. He would likely be the last to arrive. While polite, punctuality was never his strong suit.