[b][center]Naoto Shiratori[/center][/b]

[b]"I could never call you anything Hataka-Sensei. . . That'd be rude"[/b] Naoto mumbled. As always she was a bit too focused on the formalities. Naoto noticed the smile Hatake gave her, and it put her a bit more at ease, causing her to visibly relax. Naoto shared the smile Hatake wore when she followed her directions. [b]"My Names Naoto Shiratori. I am thirteen years-old, and my favorite thing to do is. . ."[/b] Naoto got stuck and stared off into the distance, before focusing her eyes back on her sensei, and continuing, [b]"My favorite thing to do is to train myself with my dad."[/b] It was a blatant lie. Her father was often too drunk, or didn't care enough to help her with her work at the academy, much less train. She lied because she felt it would make her seem more devoted,