Private i don't have a penny for your thoughts. would mine do? [ tutor ]

[Shinrya Sachiko]

It was surprisingly difficult to approach. It seemed almost ... sacrosanct, and Utsumi Nanamiya was not often the figure in her life wary to approach strangers. Not strangers, even, but betters: to the degree that Kyoujouran Keniwa was, and it eclipsed her interactions thus far. The Head Jounin had been a clansmen and a foundational point toward her perspective of being a Shinobi, but the Sennin - as she had learned after her class, and a few more details from Miya-chan - was on a level she could only place with their Lord Hokage. This wasn't her chance to fall over herself, to regale or amaze or boister about him. She needed him to take her seriously. She needed him to see her as more than a hot-headed, eager child. She needed to be a Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf worthy of his attention.

Of anyone's attention, really.

But it wasn't that simple, was it? It wasn't just about his status. Keniwa was said to be kind and beloved. He was looked up to by many of her classmates, but most of all ... most of all, her Miyako and her Sota, they held an insurmountable level of respect to his presence. He was theirs. It's this thought, silly and inane as it may be, that stalled the girl's hand from reaching out to the figure in the field. If she was a more thoughtful child, she could consider how few chances he had to himself in his busy line of work - but she was more earnest than contemplative. She wanted to say hello. She wanted to prove herself. Everyone she cared about had this imposing figure, this heart of stone, at the core of their ambition thus far. She didn't want to fall behind them.

She skittered across gravel, choking down a breath of air until her cheeks burn red and she's scampering at speeds previously unknown to her -- in a direct line toward Keniwa. Her run would skid to a stop with a heavy flail of her arms and the breath sputtered from her lungs, her head still bowed on the drift, and she'd thrust out a page for him to read without managing to look up.

[ im Utsumi Nanamiya!
Can you train me?
Miyako recommended you!!
scribbled, hastily: thank you for your time - - - ]​

 

[Kimari Bōmu]

Being a pillar meant you couldn't exactly move around much, Konoha was his home and it always would be, but the things he did were always for the ones he cared about most. He never wanted the village to see harm and would do his best to prevent it, interacting with others was just a plus. The genin and students all looked especially determined compared to the time when he was one himself, they had it good. Perhaps a little too good if you seriously asked him. He of course wanted them all to live their best lives, however the line between academy student and genin was a large one in which most probably thought was pretty thin. Who could have guessed death was only one exam away.

The school day was over as the sun would begin it's slow descent in to the far colder night, it would still be blue skies for a hour or two despite the ever coming darkness, he would be replacing and attempting to fix any training equipment that was damaged in the academy grounds, it was a boresome job sure, but the thought of the students giving everything they had to improve and grow gave him hope and the will to continue. It was only here that a strange pattern would enter his tremor sense's radius it was at about 300 metres with all of his training and meditation that he'd practiced, it was an irregular pattern hurdling straight towards him from behind, growing faster as it neared. Spinning round he would see a small figure incoming, a... familiar one!

As dust would exude from her shoes he could see a small note in her hand as she remained bow, how sweet! "Oh uhm! Thank you!" He'd bow as well and collect the letter before bringing it up towards his face, still bowing out of respect. His face lighting up as his eyes moved across the small note. Before his whole figure shot up in excitement, this had never happened to him before! Someone coming to him for training?! How could he say no. "Of course Utsumi! I'd be happy to train yo-...." Coming to a pause he realised where he recognised her from, Jinzo's cooking class. He hadn't quite realised why she was using a note to communicate but it all suddenly hit him at once, could she even understand what he was saying? A flush of red exuded across his whole face as he scratched the back of his head in slight embarrassment. "Uhm this might sound like a stupid question but... before we start... can you understand me?"