[table][row][cell][color=#87CEEB]Hiro Hyuuga[/color][/cell][cell][color=#87CEEB]"A dog must obey. Stay down."[/color][/cell][/row][row][cell][sup][color=#2E2C2C]_______________________________________________[/color][/sup]
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[cell][color=#87CEEB][b]"Mori Misaki and Kani Jin are my teammates"[/b][/color], said Hiro, his hands on his knees and his eyes cast down. It was true that his father was very busy, especially on a day like today, but still he had asked for his son to visit him after class. He could not meet his eyes, but he could feel his father's eyes on him like a spotlight. There was nothing else.

[b]"They are powerful, but unruly subordinates"[/b], said Seiji as if their subordinate positions were already known. Hiro felt his chest tighten and he pressed his lips together as he looked away. They [i]would[/i] be his subordinates, whether he cared for it or not. He tried to look up to meet his father's eyes, but could only manage it for a moment.

[color=#87CEEB][b]"They will be good subordinates"[/b][/color], Hiro replied, sensing his father's implication. His father's face lightened a little, imperceptibly to most, but not to Hiro. He knew his father, knew that his words were little more than an acknowledgement, a polite gesture, for what was already said and understood. Even those without the subtlety of the Byakugan could sense just what he wanted them to, and often without knowing it. Hiro was born in his father's gravity and felt the pull more keenly than most.

[b]"They are a challenge"[/b], he replied, with the barest... humor and... pride? No. He was being challenged.

[color=#87CEEB][b]"They will not be a challenge. They cannot stand to me"[/b][/color], Hiro replied coldly. Now Seiji looked away. Had he said the wrong thing? Hiro felt lost, strangely and ventured a further, [color=#87CEEB][b]"I will bring our family honor."[/b][/color]

The words hung in the air almost echoing, but Hiro gave no indication of how loud they were in his mind. With Seiji's calm eyes seeming to run over every line on his face, it was all he could do to keep his composure. His face remained neutral. After what seemed an eternity, Seiji finally asked him another question, [b]"Who is your jounin?"[/b]

Did he not know? Did he not assign this jounin to him? Perhaps he hadn't. His father had many more important things to do in the village. He could not concern himself with everything. What was the worth of a genin's jounin to the whole village? It was suitable.

[color=#87CEEB][b]"A man named Kamoji. He doesn't appear to have a family name"[/b][/color], Hiro replied without much emotion.

[b]"Kamoji. You will learn much from him. Do not..."[/b], said Seiji, pausing for a moment, [b]"...be fooled by him. It is unwise."[/b]

[color=#87CEEB][b]"Yes father. I will give him respect."[/b][/color]

[b]"Be careful with your respect. It is a weapon that can be turned against you"[/b], Seiji remarked sharply enough that Hiro felt a sting and hung his head.

[color=#87CEEB][b]"Yes. I will remember that"[/b][/color], said Hiro. There was silence again. His father was looking at him with such... intensity.

[color=#87CEEB][b]"I will leave you to your work"[/b][/color], Hiro finally said, breaking the silence and getting to his feet. He bowed deeply and headed to the door.

[b]"Hiro"[/b], called his father, and Hiro turned to face him, [b]"I love you son. I am very proud of you."[/b]

Hiro bowed twice and left.
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