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[indent][indent][indent][color=teal]Akira Senju[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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Akira had been frozen in place the entire time as the other students went about their business following the classroom antics caused by the Akimchi. [color=teal][I]That piece of work doesn't even deserve to be in this classroom, let alone pass as a Shinobi. Such a disgrace brought shame to the Will of Fire, set in place by my forefathers.[/I][/color] The Senju thought to himself as he adjusted the fitting of his regal blue cloak, it's silky fabrics embroided with slate grey flames in its corners that bordered a pair of Senju clan insignias.

The Senju child was far and out the youngest in the classroom, having blitzed his way through the written tests with such incredible passing grades that it was determined that he be moved ahead two years. His frame seemed frail compared to those of his peers, though despite this, Akira was among the class' tallest students. His white hair and eccentric attire coupled with this gap in age made him stand out among the others like a sore thumb.

As Hana-Sensei had tossed the binder containing the documents to assist Burai with his special requirements, Akira noticed her gaze divert to the young Senju, who was sat in the middle row on the right hand side of the classroom. He blushed as their eyes met for a brief moment. It was pretty common knowledge among the children in the class that Akira had something of a crush on their teacher, a fact he was constantly teased for. Hana-Sensei was the only thing in the world that was capable of distraction the boy from his work. 

By the time that Akira had pulled his attention away from his teacher and onto the blackboard, the boy was stunned by what he saw, as his eyes were met with the sight of his team's composition. Natsuo Aburame and the singularly named Tomoyuki, one was too introverted for his own good and the other was like a machine. Singularly minded and lacking in initiative of his own whom in the eyes of Akira, could never hope to amount to anything. [color=teal][I]Why have they stuck me with these delinquents? There must be some kind of mistake! No...Hana-Sensei never makes mistakes.[/I][/color] He began thinking to himself, before reading the name of the person who would become his new master. [color=teal][I]Ichika Uchiha. Just perfect. To top it all off, our new Sensei had to be a damned Uchiha.[/I][/color]

Akira stormed out of the room the moment class was dismissed, he left alone as the other students all began to mingle briefly. Even on regular days the Senju boy didn't care for such things, but with the panic racing through his mind of being forced to associate with such people...Akira felt a serious sensation of anxiety rushing through his body, and because of that; he had to escape. Flee into the woods as fast as he could.

So that's just what he did, bursting out of the academy at full speed; Akira headed in the direction of the academy's training field. Alone. The moment he was free of the bustle of the main village, Akira slowed his pace, reaching into his sachel and pulling out his journal, which much like his cloak was branded with the Senju insignia. Faint etchings that read 'A Fuinjutsu Compendium, written by Akira Senju' branded on its cover. It was as he turned the book to a page covering the Spellbinding Chains sealing jutsu, that he heard the unmistakable sound of the academy's training grounds gong. Without a moment's pause he slapped the compendium shut, and darted off in the direction of the field.