Yoshihisa had a rather typical morning and did not care for it. He woke up late so he decided to do some training because he was having a hard time sleeping and he ate breakfast early in the morning after his brief training session. This was drilled into his head from an early age as soon as he was able to fight and train his parents made him do it. Never was he allowed to have a normal childhood never was he allowed to breathe. Never was he allowed to simply exist in blissful peace. His life was like a pool of water; you could stir it, splash it, and add things to it. But in the end it was always just that water in an pond. He was the first one to the area, as usual, and he did not really care that his team mates did not act like him. They may be unruly at times and annoying most of the time but they were his team and he'd deal with them. Squad 4 was his team and by the gods he would make the Honda proud. He just wished his foster parents were here most of the time they were out on missions. They loved him greatly but it was not a true family love. In fact Yoshi couldn't remember what real love felt like. As Ayame made her way here he did not say much to her merely nodding at her and going about twirling a kunai around his finger. When the unruly Ikari boy came he asked a question to him and honestly it was petty in itself. "We're genin you idiot don't get over your head. We still have a long way to go and we don't have a quick route to follow. Let's focus on doing our missions and improving before questioning our jonin sensei." Yoshihisa responded dully not really paying attention to the kid.


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