Though he was more than likely going to be late considering business he'd been requested to take care of round tea country Yukio still intended to keep his promise to watch and support his village, though many fights would be going on throughout the coming days that wasn't much concern to the Hyuuga considering there was only one he wanted to witness in that moment in time. Walking through the stands he was not on to sit down such things had never been the case when concerning him crossing his arms as he looked down towards the two combatants.
It seemed Mikasa and Shiromaru had already begun and though a sense of guilt came over Yukio at not being able to turn up sooner such things could not be helped. As per the usual he stood out like a sore thumb his ivory locks tied back in a neat pony tail so as not to obscure his vision as it did so often his glowing eyes on display their view fixed on the pair watching their movements and actions pondering what would happen next based on what they were doing.
He would be lying if he said these events did not start to light a fire in his gut crossing his arms and twitching slightly as the Hyuuga's digits tapped against the Kimono he wore attempting to control himself the longer he observed. His already outstanding ivory locks were not helped by his choice of clothing having very few outfits to choose from it was a choice between his ANBU gear, the more commonly seen hoodie and jeans or his Kimono and considering if he spoke to the Shinobi from other villages it would reflect on the leaf village being presentable was the best option here.
Though his head didn't move from looking down to the arena his vision was taking in the details and actions of the people who sat around him and the architecture of the building as a whole, safe to say Yukio was impressed by the spectacle created by the place the energy of the crowd washing over all those who remained to watch as a gentle smile crossed the Hyuuga's face. It was a pleasant change to the more serious tones experienced in and around leaf the missions and the teaching seeming like a distant memory in these special moments allowing him to feel relaxed in a rare moment of bliss.
It seemed Mikasa and Shiromaru had already begun and though a sense of guilt came over Yukio at not being able to turn up sooner such things could not be helped. As per the usual he stood out like a sore thumb his ivory locks tied back in a neat pony tail so as not to obscure his vision as it did so often his glowing eyes on display their view fixed on the pair watching their movements and actions pondering what would happen next based on what they were doing.
He would be lying if he said these events did not start to light a fire in his gut crossing his arms and twitching slightly as the Hyuuga's digits tapped against the Kimono he wore attempting to control himself the longer he observed. His already outstanding ivory locks were not helped by his choice of clothing having very few outfits to choose from it was a choice between his ANBU gear, the more commonly seen hoodie and jeans or his Kimono and considering if he spoke to the Shinobi from other villages it would reflect on the leaf village being presentable was the best option here.
Though his head didn't move from looking down to the arena his vision was taking in the details and actions of the people who sat around him and the architecture of the building as a whole, safe to say Yukio was impressed by the spectacle created by the place the energy of the crowd washing over all those who remained to watch as a gentle smile crossed the Hyuuga's face. It was a pleasant change to the more serious tones experienced in and around leaf the missions and the teaching seeming like a distant memory in these special moments allowing him to feel relaxed in a rare moment of bliss.
