It's too hot [o]

There was no way that this weather could be fair.

Training felt ten times more difficult and left him ten times more exhausted. Akira knew the importance of practicing his taijutsu, as it was his weakest spot, so he spent many hours with a training pole, practicing dancing around it while throwing out punches and kicks. But it was so much more difficult in this hot weather. After five minutes of constantly moving he found himself panting, dehydrated and his limbs were already begging to be released of their torture. There was only so much torture that a boy could subject himself to before needing a break.

Akira left the training grounds, a bit discouraged at the lack of training that he was able to do, but he was already feeling it. He took a large swig from his water bottle, draining it within a matter of seconds. He was still warm. He needed to find some shade, he decided, so he set off in search of it. Everywhere that he looked he saw people trying to take refuge from the sun, and taking up all of the good shaded spots. His search led him towards the voice of someone he knew from the Academy. Not only that, he was one of the shinobi Akira had been put on a team with: Kenta. Gadou Kenta.

Admittedly, Akira didn't know a whole lot about the boy. He knew that he was good enough to pass the academy, and if he could remember right, he used Doton release jutsu. Which was a lot different than the Fuuton jutsu that Akira had been practicing as of late. Either way, Akira knew the importance of getting to know him... and hopefully getting along. Or, at least, being able to work together, since they were on a team and everything. Now seemed like as good a time as any to say hi. He approached him, clearing his throat.

"Gadou... uh, Kenta? Hey." Awkward as always...

It was a good thing that Kenta knew how to talk, since in new and different situations like this Akira was good for one thing... being awkward. Akira nodded when Kenta said his own name, which was good - he didn't have to introduce himself. Although it might be a little bit strange if he didn't even recognize Akira, since they had been in the same class at the academy together. The classes weren't too big, so basically everybody knew everybody. At Kenta's rapid-fire questions, Akira quickly answered them, "Yes, yes and yes. A swim sounds good to me." He laughed, starting to feel a bit more at ease with the situation.

Akira sat down beside Kenta, but after seeing him burn his back on the rock behind him, he thought better of leaning against it. He was already warm enough from the sun and the general heat in the air, that and he had to be careful about his back. He'd sun burnt it once as a child, and whenever he tried to flex or bend his back the skin had burned with pain. Never again was he going to let that happen. "I didn't expect it to be so damn hot out today, but I guess it's better than storming out." Akira usually didn't mind the heat... But this was ridiculous.

"Have you met our sensei yet?" He asked, never having met the man who was to lead their team.

Akira nodded, he could understand that. Heavy storms were just not his thing either. Light rain was fine, and didn't bother him at all, but the rapid-fire thunder and lightning he could do without. As a small child it used to scare him and he'd hide to try and get away from the loud noises and flashes... being a bit older now it didn't bother him as much, but he still wasn't exactly comfortable with them. Not that he was going to admit that, especially to someone that he didn't want seeing him in a weak light.

Akira nodded when Kenta spoke of their sensei, "I've heard a bit about him, myself. Apparently he can do some pretty amazing things when combining different chakra nature manipulations," Akira said. He had yet to see it with his own two eyes but he was very interested in the idea of this. Hopefully the three genin would get to meet their sensei soon, and begin some kind of training so that they could begin to learn each others styles, and personalities. That would be important for future missions and such.

"It's done?" Akira asked, getting to his feet, and finding something... great. Akira's face broke out in a grin as he stepped forward. "You know, I think this whole teammate thing is going to work out quite well." Akira let Kenta go first and step in, and couldn't help but laugh when he fell. He tried to quell his laughter and managed to do that after a few attempts. "Shit, now karma is going to make me fall..." He mumbled, carefully stepping in to the water, not wanting to fall himself.

Akira laughed a bit and nodded his head. Hey, maybe it hadn't been what the jutsu was originally created for, but it was an innovative use for it -- and it certainly was a good use for it. Akira settled down on the 'seat' that had been made, and it was a whole lot better than trying to sit on those burning hot rocks. Akira wasn't really into the whole self torture thing, and by the looks of it Kenta wasn't either. Which kind of relieved Akira, since he wasn't exactly sure how someone like that would really care about his life if they were ever out on a dangerous mission together...

"Yeah, you can call me Akira, that's fine by me, Kenta." He figured that would be alright since it was his idea in the first place. When he spoke of himself, Akira nodded, taking it all in. Doton ninjutsu and taijutsu... It seemed that they would work well together. Not total opposites, but they could pick up the slack in the different categories that the other wasn't good at. "Okay, Kenta, well I'm a Karasu.. I'm pretty fair at my clan's special ninjutsu, which we call Feza-Engi... You'll get to see it soon enough. I'm getting better with Fuuton ninjutsu as well. I'm pretty good with genjutsu and can get myself out of most base illusions, but taijutsu is my weak point..."

He stopped for a moment, just to outstretch an arm. "As I'm sure you can see, I'm not particularly muscular... Sturdy, but not a powerhouse... I can dodge pretty well, though. This is kind of odd, but I'm really flexible and have very good balance. It's not really a 'shinobi' technique, but I own the slackline." He told him with a bit of a grin. It wasn't often that he just... talked to someone his age. He was usually too busy with a myriad of other things.

Akira laughed at his next comment; running away was something Akira was fairly good at himself... Not so much on the staying and fighting physically. He wanted to remedy that, which was going to require a fair amount of one on one time with his friend, the training post. "Oh, yeah. We do. I know her, actually." He realized after that what he said was kind of a stupid statement, since everyone in the academy knew each other. He more so meant that their families had been friends beforehand, so he had known her from when they were children... but it was going to be a whole different story to be on a team together.

"Sure, I can always eat. Dango sounds good to me, anywhere in particular you like to go for it?" Akira wasn't particular when it came to food. He was basically a tank that could shovel in anything.