Seichi walked leisurely with his hands stuffed in his pockets as his instructions echoed in his head. Not much information was given to him other then to meet up with other Genin and his Sensei at a restaurant. As the thought of restaurant clipped into his mind, his stomach growled violently. [color=0076a3]"Hopefully our this Sensei will be treating us."[/color] He jokingly thought to himself grinning satisfyingly. The wind blew across Seichi's wild black hair, making it move tail-like. He pulled his occupied hands out of his pockets to brush his hair back but quickly flinched half-way up, gripping his left shoulder as a sharp pain shot through it. As the pain quickly dispersed and eased, he remembered the training he went through with his dad which left him exhausted the other day. He respected his father deeply but disliked his training methods. As hard as rigorous as they were, he always felt his dad was holding back on him, always shrugging off whenever Seichi would ask him to teach him something advanced. 

As Seichi turned another corner, he saw the restaurant in sight and started to pick up his pace. A feeling of anxiousness crept in a sense that he was nervous about meeting other Genin but, also excited to see all the different experience and people. As he near-entered the restaurant he heard the sound of a soft rumbling stomach. He then spotted another boy, about his age but appeared younger, blushing in embarrassment. 

[color=0076a3]"That makes two of us."[/color] Seichi said patting his stomach with a closed fist. He approached the boy and grinned widely, showing off his cat-like mischievous features. [color=0076a3]"Were you told to come here to?"[/color] He asked hoping to get a conversation going.