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"[color=007236]Unless I become Hokage and start giving orders, I likely will, Osumari-kun,[/color]" replied the green-haired chunin with a shrug, even as he shook his head at the younger ninja's antics. Though inwardly, he was quite impressed with the level of skill and initiative Dotorame was showing; the kid would likely go far once the obliviousness was toned down a bit more. "There's nothing wrong with always taking orders, I suppose."

Direction was something that Haruka usually obtained from others (though when necessary he would try and make his own way in life, which was actually mostly when paying bills, failing to remember that the laundromat needed money and having to walk up and down the stairs of his apartment building several times until the memory returned, and et cetera). It was a trait of his that he severely wished to rectify, but habit was always hard to get rid of. Leading wasn't some he was used to either.

"[color=007236]Don't rush too far,[/color]" he tried to call out after Dotorame, but the cautionary warning fell on deaf ears. The genin was already running down the road towards the teahouse, and there wasn't anything else for Haruka to do but follow. Chakra bubbling underneath his skin and hands hovering over his weapons, the green-haired chunin caught up, entering the teahouse.

If Osumari-kun had come here, there must have been something up.