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	Hirameki woke up at 5 AM and leaped out of bed. Before his very hungover father could sit down after returning from his night out an hour later, Hirameki had already made the both of them breakfast, eaten his half, and was now standing in the backward violently laying his hands upon the training dummy that he had built himself earlier that week. His father stared in astonishment at the meal laid out before him, and as he looked up to ask Hirameki a question about it, his son had appeared right in front of him.

	[color=crimson]"You don't have to eat it, if you don't want I mean. I know sometimes you wake up and get home having puked out everything so I thought I'd be thoughtful and give you the chance to fill back up. Anyway, the exams are today so I need to prepare myself. Love ya dad!"[/color] And before Hirameki's father could get a word in, Hirameki had shot by him and left the building, leaving him staring at the room with a sigh.

	"God he's just like his mother," he mumbled to himself as he collapsed onto the floor, unable even to reach the breakfast that had been so kindly prepared for him.

	Hirameki fired like a bullet through the village, wishing the Mochis a good morning as he leapt onto their roof and dived overtop of a fruit cart with a lack of grace that hid very well his status as a genin. He blew a lock of hair out of his eyes, then looked down the road towards the meeting place. He would be the first one there even if he showed up in the next few hours, so why not do a little work fir-

	A half hour later Hirameki was still seated in the same place with blades of grass in his hands, trying fruitlessly to pull them perfectly in half. Every time he tried he would bring a little bit more of one half than the other, it was unendingly frustrating! He growled and tossed another pair of freshly bifurcated blades to the ground, looking up at the sky with a pouting lip.

	[color=crimson]"No, I can't let some goddamn grass beat me! You hear me grass?! I am a soon to be chunin, you're grass!"[/color] With a roar, Hirameki tore another handful of grass out and started working his way through, blade by blade.

	It took him another hour, but he finally pulled a blade of grass perfectly in half, he watched it the whole way down, and it was as straight as an arrow, utterly perfect. Hirameki stared at it once more, his eyes widening and his face being consumed by a grin. With a cheer of victory, he jumped into the air, holding both blades of grass into the sun as a demonstration of his superhuman precision. He landed with a short stumble, which he pretended that he totally meant to do by following his momentum into a spin and yet another jump.

	[color=crimson]"I did it!"[/color] he yelled out, pure bliss written across his face. He landed and stood for a second, breathing deeply even though he hadn't physically exerted himself. He looked at the split blade of grass, then tossed it into the air, turning away and running off to find something else to do.

	Before the exams had even begun, Hirameki had torn out a large patch of grass, awoken many sleeping people by jumping all over their roofs, slashed the tip of a broomhandle off in an attempt to practice his kunai skills and stuck it in a tree, and had to be restrained by a summon before he could disturb a large bear that was hiding in the woods outside the village. Finally he found himself to the meeting place, a lot later than when he had first seen it. There was already a crowd there, but he didn't care about showing up first. He failed to pay attention to the hokage speaking, his nemesis, blades of grass, had again distracted him, but he understood the point anyway, you could die, be a good teammate, blah de blah. when she finally stopped speaking he noted the growth of chatter among the gathered genin, and as a result he was torn away from the blades of grass. He decided it would be a smart idea to find his teammates, so he looked around for them, zipping and snaking his way through the crowds until he finally located Yachiyo, who he snuck over to, before saying "yo" in the deepest voice he had heard in the past day. When she turned to look, she would see Hirameki brushing a lock of hair over his head with a hand, his tongue sticking out playfully.