Yammy laid in his bed, his arms and legs sprawled out. He stared blankly at the eggshell colored pattern that mostly every ceiling had. The sun just now rising, but Yammy had been wide awake now for a few hours. He felt anxious to meet his Sensei. Was it months or years since he'd graduated from the academy? Time had melded together so much so that he'd lost track. It hadn't been a eventful time, actually that wasn't accurate. Things had happened he could have never accounted for, his father being the most notable. His training regimen had become difficult, yet he breezed through it. The only devices he had left to himself was bonding, with his summons and teaching himself new techniques, or rather creating new techniques.

He left of a restful sigh, shifting his body to sit up in the process. He looked to his left, were the window sat, to see the sun peaking over the horizon. The letter he'd received from the Daremo, The Newly Residing Raikage, said he was to meet his Sensei at the training grounds. "Daisuke Sasaki..." The name was familiar to him. At least the surname was. His Grandfather had told him of the Sasaki lineage. They were a great breed of Warrior, known for their battle savvy during the past wars. Time had past and Yammy's dreadlocks had grown much longer. He'd been wearing more casual clothing and his Grandmothers scarf now hung in his room, pinned to the wall.


Sitting on his bed in a tank top and boxer he looked to his closet. Yammy slowly stood up, propping both hand on his mattress to help support his legs. He moved casually towards his dresser. He removed a black T-shirt and threw it on. He grabbed a olive green headband from the top drawer, closing the second from which he removed his t-shirt. Yammy closed that drawer and moved to the closet. He reached to the top shelf and brought down a pair of dark grey joggers, with two even matched stripes down the side of each pant leg. "Don't think I'm going to need a jacket today." Yammy put on a pair of ninja sandals and headed out the door. "See ya later Granma." HE yelled on his way out the door. Rena had been in the living area, going through her morning rituals.

The morning dew glistened off of the grass as the sun climbed over the horizon. The normal flock of birds began chirping their morning songs, while the scouts flew over head. As if to greet him. Yammy smiled and whistled a tune. It was a little warm this morning meaning the day would only continue to increase in heat. Looks like his decision to not wear a jacket would pay off handsomely. It wouldn't take him to long to reach the training, if he moved with purpose. He had only walked a few steps from the path that led from his home. Yammy began stretching, holding his left are with his right, while bending side to side. Then the same vice versa. The nameless boy inhaled the fresh air of Kumogakure, the wind tasted as if it were slightly minty. He exhaled and in the blink of a eye he vanished.  

Only to reappear on the largest plateau of the Lightning Training Grounds. The lone tree of the training grounds provided the only shade within the area. Yammy stood there patiently awaiting Daisuke.

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