[center][h3][b][color=fff79a]Akira Hikaru[/color][/b][/h3][/center]

Akira noted, rather dully, the approach of Himawari, the 3rd member of their team. The one he was least looking forward to seeing. Akira didn't pay attention to him, listening at least a little to Masshiro. His intention ignoring of Himawari was broken by a light punch landed on his shoulder. Akira slapped the hand away, tension filling the air from his side.

[color=fff79a]"Don't touch me, cur! If you don't care about your grades, why would you care about being a ninja?"
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Akira snarled looking around at all the disgusted faces. He hated them all too. 

[color=fff79a]"What are you all looking at!?"[/color]

Akira's patience was running thin, and he decided to go back to ignoring Himawari. Akira felt the only thing that mattered was being a good ninja. He was born a genius, who cared what the plebs thought? There was only one thing to do with the team he was assigned. Do their mission, go home, and train til they actually got a sensei. Akira opened up the mission details, mumbling to himself.

[color=fff79a]"At least I'm not assigned Tadaoki."[/color]

It ellicited a 'hey' from across the room from the said name.

Akira slowly read the mission, double checking it, before putting his copy of the mission away.

[color=fff79a]"Masshiro! Get back over here, we have a package to deliver!"[/color]