Waiting in the library Yukio waited for Izumi to arrive browsing through the books in thought, in hindsight this process should have happened sooner rather than later one of the most basic aspects of being a Shinobi was good communication something Izumi lacked at this point. He didn't mind doing it the ANBU had always been more than willing to help out the younger generation of the leaf village in whatever way he could looking over his shoulder to the others present most were young aspiring students preparing for exams or classes coming up in the near future.
The sight brought a smile to his face bringing him back to the many days he spent here he was so young back then some would even say naïve but those days were long gone now lost to the pages of his past something on occasion Yukio would rather forget given the steps he had to take to get to this point in the first place. In the end however it was something the Hyuuga would have to accept sooner or later but that would be a problem for the Yukio of tomorrow to deal with.
Selecting a few simple books he piled them on a nearby desk selecting those that would make the lesson go much smoother though there was still uncertainty in his mind, it was a different kind of lesson there was no combat nor the teaching of Jutsu this was a matter of teaching someone who had never spoken a word since he'd met them to form full sentences and gain the confidence to speak to others in the same way. Though it seemed like a small thing this would never be the case a miscommunication in the field could drastically change the outcome of the missions at hand.
The sight brought a smile to his face bringing him back to the many days he spent here he was so young back then some would even say naïve but those days were long gone now lost to the pages of his past something on occasion Yukio would rather forget given the steps he had to take to get to this point in the first place. In the end however it was something the Hyuuga would have to accept sooner or later but that would be a problem for the Yukio of tomorrow to deal with.
Selecting a few simple books he piled them on a nearby desk selecting those that would make the lesson go much smoother though there was still uncertainty in his mind, it was a different kind of lesson there was no combat nor the teaching of Jutsu this was a matter of teaching someone who had never spoken a word since he'd met them to form full sentences and gain the confidence to speak to others in the same way. Though it seemed like a small thing this would never be the case a miscommunication in the field could drastically change the outcome of the missions at hand.