[center][h1][color=00aeef]Seichi Hino[/color][/h1][/center]

As light peered through the crack of his window, Seichi would wake up in a mess of pillows and blankets sprawled across his bed. He would manage to pull himself up from his rested position and stretch while yawning at the same time. [color=00aeef]"My arms are killing me."[/color] he would grumble while rolling himself off his bed. Seichi had been still trying to perfect the difficult throw over the past few days but still, to no surprise, has been unable to. [color=00aeef]"All that throwing is really coming back"[/color] The Genin would add continuing to stretch his arm across his chest. 

The boy would go through his usual morning routine, waking himself up more and more. Seichi would wear his usual fishnet shirt followed by a sleeveless hoodie he wore unzipped. After putting on his regular skinny black sweatpants, he would slide into his ninja slippers and examine himself in the mirror, shrugging off the messiness that was his hair. He would start to attach his ninja pouches and gloves until he came upon his slightly healed hand. The wound would only appear to be on the back of his hand and wrist. Cautiously he would wrap the burned hand in white bandages concealing the scar then exit his room grabbing his headband on the way out. Tying the headband respectfully around his left arm, he would grab his backpack which laid hanged on a nearby wall. He would begin to stuff numerous supplies into the bag, mainly snacks and Kunai, then head out of his door slowly letting the door close in hopes of the sound not waking up his grumpy-in-the-moring father.

Seichi would start down the path, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. As he neared the gate, he would see his sensei staring sternly at her book. [i][color=00aeef]What a nerd...[/color][/i]

[color=00aeef]"Whatsup!"[/color] He would shout unnecessarily loud to announce his presence.