Yuta tossed and turned in his sleep. He hid his head under the blanket trying to block out the sunlight creeping through the curtains of his curtains. When that failed, he let out a sigh. He slowly sat up in his bed and stretched. The night before, Yuta stayed awake practicing his chakra control. He took a deep breath and crawled out of bed. 

Yuta walked across the floor of his small apartment. He glanced at a letter on his dresser. It was from his mother. Yuta slowly reached for it. It arrived last night while Yuta was training deep in the woods. He unrolled the scroll and read it. The paper gave off his mother's scent. It reminded him of home. The letter said that his younger brother and sister were doing well and that she was keeping them occupied to avoid them messing with Farmer Yuma's piglets. His father and uncle were working diligently to keep the peace and that they had been an excellent job at it. 

Yuta believed his mother's words but could tell she was hiding something. There was a certain tone to the letter that unsettled him. Like, "We're okay. We still have a target on our backs but we will be fine. Worry about yourself." He picked his head up and looked out the window. The sun was higher; it was probably around the ten o' clock hour. 

"Crap!" Yuta exclaimed. He rushed to prepare for the meeting with his advisor, Kiragi. He quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth, and threw his clothes on. He grabbed his katana from  its stand and holstered in on his back. He opened the window to his room and, with no hesitation, jumped from the window to the nearest rooftop. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Yuta raced to the schoolyard. 

'Hopefully, I'm not the only one who's late,' Yuta thought.