[center][img]http://i58.tinypic.com/21e3ij6.jpg[/img] [h2][color=red]Daiki Naito[/color][/h2][/center] For a week he felt the dutiful wrath of Mentor's training. A arduous work that consisted of waking up early and going to bed late, only to have hours upon hours of workouts, sparring, and optical meditations in between. The events that he retold Mentor had only put a sour-countenance on his uncle's face. It made him look angry and deeply troubled, as if a rock had been thrown into his clear pond. In the end it seemed to only bounce back and doubled Mentor's troubles. When he was approached with tending to a mission with Aoi, Haruka, and a genin; Daiki had only met them at the gates of the Naito compound and walked onward. His mind was too busy with decisions, inquires, and worries for him to even greet them properly. A short nod to each of them were about all they received, that, coupled with his "short-responses" on the way to the gate had spelled out his mood. He was feeling rather despondent and bothered. Holding the strap to his pack on his back, which held the usual tools; Daiki listened while looking out towards the trees surrounding the village. The message was simple enough, the mission low-risk. Something he wasn't actually akin too but welcomed with full arms. His soon drifted to the aftermath of the Minamoru incident. What more could he have done? what more was required? The Jashin was still in Konoha and that thought bounded his legs tightly with reluctance. He was already fearful to leave the village, even though he knew it was silly to worry. If things took a harsh left for the worse, the Hokage would defend the village fervently. Barely registering the muted voice of the person reading the mission, Daiki headed off without a word down the path towards the Village of Rijin. Aoi and Haruka were both capable of mentoring the boy, far more than himself. They could handle him and he would simply be around in case things went haywire. [color=red][i]This is bothersome,[/i][/color] he thought to himself.