Today was an exceptional day. No, really. Tora was feeling it: Everyday had been the same, as if his life reseted the moment he sleep and started again when he woke up, only to repeat the same process. But today, the boy was feeling amazingly different. In fact, he woke up three hours earlier than usual and had already bathed, ate, made and drank his coffee, brushed hsis teeth and after this all, dressed. Yes, he did everything else... undressed. Why? Because he lived in his own house... or well, not his own ,as he had to pay monthly to remain in it. But no one gives a damn about that, not even Tora himself: Today was special... Because the day earlier, he had received an invitation.

[center][b]You've been selected to partake in the new training-facility program.[/b][/center]

There was something else to the little message, but that part was the only thing which caught his interest and made him feel so good about today. Perhaps, with the help of an experienced shinobi, his abilities wouldn't develop. He walked past his punching-sack which was battered and pretty old, giving it a tap with the palm of his hands. He practiced using that for a long time, trying to make his physical combat a bit better, but for some unknown reason, the progress was close to 0. The boy started to clean his house, as he deeply believed that a shinobi's house is his temple and that if a shinobi can't even keep his temple clean, then he probably... Tora sighed, smashing a palm against his own forehead. [b]"Damn, I really need to work on those made-up philosophies."[/b]

When Tora finally finished cleaning up his little home, the boy dressed himself in his usual... unnusual attire. He had been mocked because of it, called out because of it, made fun because of it and even complimented because of it, but the only reason he still wore those clothes were because, well, they felt like a perfect replica of his father's clothes (which he kept to this day stored in his wardrobe, claiming that one day, when he grows up, he will wear them) and because buying new ones would be expensive and new clothes meant no food for at least a week. But anyway.

He left through the door, stretching his arms up as a yawn escaped him. His eyes got a bit teary; something that always happened whenever he yawned, but he quickly raised his hand to rub them. Regaining his sight's focus, the boy took a few steps forward before leaping from his apartment into the street. He began to walk; and today, he had a destination. It wasn't like every other day, where he just walked around aimlessly because there was nothing to do. His destination was... The Training Field E. A hearted chuckle escaped the boy when he thought about it. [i]Personal training with an experienced jounin, damn! You got kind of lucky, Tora[/i]. Before he could get lost in his own thoughts, Tora was already standing inside the training field in question, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he glanced around with a curious expression on his face. He was feeling his heart beat a little bit faster inside his chest, likely had to do with the nervousness he was feeling right now.