Turning to look at the newest arrival, Toko couldn't help but manage a soft laughter. Everyone seemed hungry and no one could probably wait for much longer before stuffing their faces, Toko included. Taking a set next to his old friend Asuka, he gently unbuckled his belt and rested the sword's length under his chair. It wasn't very proper to eat with weapons on your body, at least not visible ones. "I am well, Asuka-San. It is quite joyous to work with you." His soft voice would manage to reach the ears of everyone around him but would quickly be stifled by the restuarants atmospheric sounds. "I was hoping to see you again after the academy." There were two other males at the table as well, both of him Toko offered a respectful bow and polite greeting. "Taibushi-San, Reiji-San, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." While he hadn't spent much time with everyone back at the academy, Toko made an effort to know everyone's name. This was another perk his father had bashed into the boy's skull, to always formally know the names of those he frequented. 'Not knowing someone's name was like lying to them everyday', those were the words of Ken Ling, a man highly respected within Konoha. Though, while disciplined and proper, Toko was still young. It was as if his father often wished to completely remove the boy's youth before he even reached the age of sixteen.

"Taibushi-San." Toko began, turning his eyes to the larger male. "I have been wanting to compliment you on your art for a long time. I apologize for not having done so in the past. I believe everyone at this table is quite astounding in both skill and execution, however I would like to note that your puppet mastery intrigues me greatly." He would finish the sentence with a short nod and soft smile, gazing into Taibushi's eyes as he spoke. While quiet most of the time, Toko enjoyed conversations relating to something he found interesting and even more so if he had been walking around, thinking about it in the past. This was the best possible time to get to know his teammates before the heat of a mission, and to commune with them on a friendly level. There was nothing as effective as to strengthen one's bonds with allies and friends over dinner, after all.

Turning his attention to the newest arrival once more before turning to look at Reiji as well, Toko tilted his head slightly and moved some bangs from his eyes. "And you as well Seichi-San, Reiji-San, I am happy to finally get the chance to engage in meaningful conversation with you. All of you probably know this already, especially after my good friend Asuka-San's greeting. My name is Toko Ling, the boy who couldn't manage even the simplest of jutsu." He'd chuckle slightly. Many knew of the Ling clan and their specialities, along with their handicaps, but given the fact that Toko was often bullied or called out by others due to his lack of Ninjutsu skills, it was quite apparent that it wasn't common knowledge. Those who sparred against him in either taijutsu or kenjutsu would however see where he shone. Though the light only appeared in one corner of the ninja skill tree, it shone quite brightly where it lingered. Speaking of which, everyone at the table had their own specialities, something that would indeed make the team stronger if used together.