[center][b][h1][color=f26522]Sarutobi Seiichi[/color][/h1][hr][hr][/b][/center]

The Sarutobi clan was bustling on the morning of Seiichi's graduation and though he would never admit it, he was very excited, nervous even. He'd hardly been able to sleep and the few winks he had gotten in he wasted with extremely early morning training. He couldn't help it. He was going to be a full fledged shinobi of Konohagakure and he would be damned if he couldn't live up to the expectations had of him. [s]100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10km run around the compound.[/s] Seiichi had worked up quite the sweat with what should have been a small warm up routine to keep himself limber and at the ready, never wasting a moment that could be used to better himself. In truth, that likely did more harm than good. He'd been told many times, by his father even, that overwork was just as dangerous to the budding ninja as under work. 

But he could never heed these warnings. He had to work harder than anybody he could and even then he usually kept himself just roughly above subpar. He was typically an average ninja at best, even if he was skilled in some techniques not typical of the average genin. He seemed tired most of the time. He studied and trained well beyond what he should and gave his body little rest to properly perform at peak efficiency. He worked well with what he had, but he could likely do much better should he give his body the rest it so needed. 

He had just finished and taken a moment to sit on his bed when a servant of the clan entered his room. It was about time to get ready, a fact Seiichi knew, though he'd been giving himself some time. He wasn't sure how ready he was to face his mother and father on this big day. He knew who they weren't, and the pressure he felt didn't come from them. Even so, it took little time to dress and prepare himself for what lied ahead. In his heart, he knew he wanted most to impress his father and mother. But the words of pride and joy as of late had become stale to him. It was never good enough, no matter how often they were spoken to him. Even as he came to stand before the man he called father, the woman he called mother, and listened to their praise. He was trapped in his thoughts. 

All he could hear were clan elders, lesser members, even those who weren't shinobi. His accomplishments no longer felt as such. They were expected. Any less could potentially be seen as a disappointment. Because of those words he, at times, felt like his parents weren't actually proud. Like they were saying things simply because he was their son. 

"Seiichi!" His father spoke up a bit, pulling the young man from his thoughts. "Being nervous on the day of your graduation is natural. But you should relax a bit." He voice returned to a more laid back, rather lax, tone. "You'll be faced with challenges like never before." 

"But your father and I have no doubt you'll make a fine shinobi." His mother chimed in. 

"Push everything out of your mind." He said simply. "You've worked hard to come to this point. You're ready." Words of encouragement had become his father's forte. It was almost like the man could sense the pressure his son put on himself, even if he hadn't yet worked out how exactly such a thing could be fix. But then, he was sure the jonin his son would be assigned to could more than handle the situation. 

[color=f26522]"Yes father."[/color] Seiichi finally replied when it looked like his parents had finished speaking. He smiled. He couldn't help it, though he wasn't entirely sure he deserved such kind words. And so, without another word, he made his way out of the compound. 

Met with the rain that laid before him Seiichi took a deep breath. He had an umbrella in his hand. He wasn't in much of a rush. He wouldn't be late, if he kept at his regular pace. His smile had once again formed his usual scowl and made was on his way. Was this an omen? Rain on the day of this generation of Shinobi's graduation couldn't be a good sign. Although those kinds of things weren't much his forte.

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Seiichi arrived at the school relatively quicker than he'd expected. There weren't as many people in the way as was the usual case because of the rain, which made the trip much simpler. He was quiet as he entered, even though there seemed to be a small bit of commotion going on. He closed his umbrella and shook it off quickly as he entered the building. The young shinobi-to-be walked through the hall, opening his mouth only once to speak. [color=f26522]"Good morning,"[/color] he said to nobody in particular as he entered the room fellow classmates had seemed to gather in. He didn't interact much further than that, as was the usual case, moving from the door to take a seat almost immediately.