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[Color=Fuchsia][u][i][b]Takayuki Mekakushi[/b][/i][/u][/color][/center]
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It had been an... interesting week.

Taka's troubles had begun, of course, on the day of his team's assignment, what with the cocky bastard from cloud jumping in to ruin his afternoon. It had put him into something of a foul mood for the remainder of the day, despite how cute his kids had seemed. Truthfully, he couldn't wait to meet them properly today! He wondered if they'd liked his ducks...

The next day had taken his mood from bad to worse. He'd woken up to find a reassignment notice for one of his genin setting at his windowsill, utterly trashing the test he'd been planning to give his team, and it'd sent him into an uncharacteristically acerbic haze. He'd even snapped at the old lady next door! (He made a mental note to send her some flowers and an apology card.)

The week had, sadly, only really got worse. His father had cancelled their dinner date, citing an urgent board meeting in the Fire Capital, Sensei had only laughed at him when he'd asked for teaching tips, and his old nervous twitch had come back to his arm with a vengeance yesterday, raining hot tea over his kitchenette and ruining the delicate folding mechanism of one of his nearby birthday cards.

Still, he supposed, he'd spent an enjoyable few hours catching up with Ichika during the week, which had gone a long way towards cheering him up, and his new Genin test, although notably less complex than his original plans, was fit for purpose and ready to go!

[color=fuchsia]"Speaking of which..."[/color] He stood up from the stool at his breakfast bar and took one last look around his apartment. It was noticeably tidier than usual, and he'd made sure to arrange everything so as to be as welcoming as possible. He frowned, then, recalling once again that the young Senju they'd found to fill out his team was only 10 years old. A scowl crossed his face, though it quickly faded.

He double checked everything, ensuring that the plain white vase was in full display on the coffee table and that the handful of traps he'd scattered around the apartment were properly armed. That done, he grabbed three apples from his fruit bowl, retrieved a kunai, and slowly set about carving miniature shuriken from them, ready to hand to his students when they arrived. He grinned.

This was going to be great!