[table][row][cell][color=teal]Akira Senju[/color][/cell][cell][color=teal]“I'm gonna be the greatest Hokage ever! Just like Grandpa Hashirama!”[/color][/cell][/row][row][cell][sup][color=#2E2C2C]_______________________________________________[/color][/sup] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/54/16/845416e02b47e83cb52a819de93c0045.jpg[/img][/cell][cell]

What on earth had just occurred?! Akira was left absolutely stunned, confused and in utter shock as his sensei had 'blurred' accross the room as he still held his hands clasped together in the final seal for the wood prison. That was the only way the Senju boy could describe the way Takayuki-sama had moved, as a blur of chakra; although he did not recognise the nature. Within a second of the Jōnin's analysis of the newly assembled team two, Akira's shocked expression turned to one of pure joy as his sensei had expressed his own praise of the ashen-haired Senju. A childish, almost idiotic grin spreading across his face as his red eyes turned to a squint. 

[color=teal]"Hehe, you kinda scared me at first. But I wanted to protect my team! I considered trying to trap [i]you[/i] but I see I made the right choice! You'd have never been caught up by my wood style! It's so cool! You have to teach me how to move that fast, please? Please?!"[/color] Akira said, accepting the gift of the medal and pinning it to one of the lapel of his cloak as he closed in on his sensei with beady eyes of wonder and longing. 

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