Souta was excited. It was not his first day at the Konoha Academy, but it was his first time with a tutor. Somebody who will personally teach him something entirely new. He was only told to wait in one of the school grounds, where there were open space. Probably for the best, when considering that this is children being dealt with.
He was in his typical garb today, dressed from head to toe in black. He wore a light jacket today, greyish in color and with the Uchiha logo printed in the back. He checked his equipment, making sure he had what he need. For now, his equipment were pretty limited. Expected of course, not because he was still young but that he had only recently joined the Academy. Others his age who joined earlier had already started to develop their own 'personalities', inclusive of their equipment choices.
Souta looked around, trying to find the person who would be his tutor for the day. He hoped he would be able to learn a lot. A minor wave of nervousness washed over him as his mind wandered and he began to think about his lacking capability to activate his Sharingan. Surely his tutor would know at least what his clan name was, and the expectation that comes with it. He honestly was rather late in activating his Sharingan even compared to the 'slower growers' in his clan. But he had to remind himself, it was not a race. He had his reasons for why it has not happened. At least, not happened again. It's okay if he is asked. They would not judge him. No... they would not. It was fine.
Souta shook his head, a physical activity to correspondingly mentally shake his concerns away. Let's focus on the moment.
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He was in his typical garb today, dressed from head to toe in black. He wore a light jacket today, greyish in color and with the Uchiha logo printed in the back. He checked his equipment, making sure he had what he need. For now, his equipment were pretty limited. Expected of course, not because he was still young but that he had only recently joined the Academy. Others his age who joined earlier had already started to develop their own 'personalities', inclusive of their equipment choices.
Souta looked around, trying to find the person who would be his tutor for the day. He hoped he would be able to learn a lot. A minor wave of nervousness washed over him as his mind wandered and he began to think about his lacking capability to activate his Sharingan. Surely his tutor would know at least what his clan name was, and the expectation that comes with it. He honestly was rather late in activating his Sharingan even compared to the 'slower growers' in his clan. But he had to remind himself, it was not a race. He had his reasons for why it has not happened. At least, not happened again. It's okay if he is asked. They would not judge him. No... they would not. It was fine.
Souta shook his head, a physical activity to correspondingly mentally shake his concerns away. Let's focus on the moment.
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