Aro looked up at the two boys. One of the smiling back at him, the other... Well, not so much. The boy who introduced himself as "Aki Moruma" asked Aro a question. The older boy let out a soft scoff. "Fire. I practice mostly fire ninjutsu." Before he turned his attention to the sensei. Aro stood up from the grass grabbing his sword and holding it in his hand like he usually did. He dusted himself off, as he looked at the two boys, realizing he stood more than a foot taller than the other boys. Which wasn't odd considering he had a [i]few[/i] years on the other students. The sensei asked them all a question ,and Aro figured he might as well start.

He cleared his throat. "My name's Arozuko Sarutobi, but call me Aro.. I'm not from [i]here[/i], so to speak. Something happened to me, something horrible and you wouldn't believe me if I told you." Aro began, with a soft sigh, his eyes darting to the ground, before he rose his head, and let out a smile. " I want to become a great warrior, in fact, I want to become the strongest user of the fire-elemental jutsu in the whole world. And with that power, I would protect this village and the people in it."

Aro put his sheated katana on the grass as he sat back down. Putting his hand through his black hair, taking in the sunlight.