[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.imgur.com/UiMDHnS.jpg[/img][/cell][cell]

Akira sighed in frustration and looked a little disappointed with his team-mates' response as the sauntered off together. But he'd become used to being left out by the other kids now, his recess periods in the magnificent Hana-sensei's classes he would occasionally work out the courage to go and sit with, play or even just talk with the other kids. But they always moved on without so much as a second glance at him, he never really understood why, and he always hated it. But that wasn't what was occurring here, Akira knew that. Seemingly so far his team and sensei had been highly accepting of him, or at least in comparison to his days at the academy. 

No, what was happening here was that Rashiku was attempting to seperate Akira from the other two in order to be in private. But after what had occurred in Takayuki-sensei's apartment, he just could not in good faith allow that. [i][color=teal]What would a really good shinobi do here? Hmmm......... I GOT IT! [/color][/i] He thought to himself before squatting down slightly and bracing his knees, pooling a slight amount of his chakra into his feet. Preparing to nin-jump. 

There was an aura of nervousness in the air as the ashen-haired senju, clad in his regal blue cloak and olive green combat fatigues which he almost always wore, shook within his boots. With an anxious giggle, Akira released the chakra and jumped at the same time, but perhaps a little too hard. Or he had used too much chakra in the technique. Akira wasn't sure which was the cause but he didn't have the mind, nor the time to think upon it as he was launched over thirty feet into the air in an uncontrollable tumble, heading in the direction of Ami and Rashiku. His cloak batting away in the wind as his descent began. He wailed a little slightly as he fell, heading at high speeds towards some unsuspecting citizen's house, but he couldn't let himself just crash there. He'd go through their roof! 

Before impact, Akira had concocted his plan. Clasping his hands flatly together to form one of the seals unique to Wood Style, which caused water and earth chakra to flood to their respective points as the boy fell, Akira called forth a pair of branches from the wooden roof, which stretched outwards, almost like the hands of a father catching his child whom he'd gently released into the air.

But that was the Senju boy's great miscalculation. His descent had not in any fashion been gentle, and subsequently he went crashing through his own branches and slammed shoulder first into the roof. Fortunately, at least two parts of his head plan had worked. One, he was significantly closer to Ami and Rashiku now and had a vantage point. Two, he had prevented himself from completely destroying this poor citizen's roof. With a silent groan of pain the young boy rolled over onto his stomach and began an army style crawl towards the edge of the rooftop, where he could see the other two from behind, who had parked themselves on a bench for now. He wagered that he'd likely be able to hear them from this spot too, provided the park remained quiet. 

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