An incarnadine-haired shinobi makes his way down one of the many paths to Kuwana's training grounds, a spring in his step and a smile etched at his features. Today's outfit was relatively simple, a set of comfortable-looking long red pants and a light gray shirt, competitor's badge firmly affixed to the left breast of it. And of course, for safety reasons and otherwise, the Hidden Grass's forehead protector say atop his head, as was usually the case. Especially in a foreign land, it wouldn't do to be mistaken for someone else or to have one's home country in question. A chipper hum emanates from his throat, sweeping his eyes over the various training grounds-- the vast majority of them were occupied, as was only to be expected, with so many of his fellow competitors aiming to stay sharp or learn something new.
Of course, in his case, Atagi Uzumaki already had a specific spot in mind, heading towards the outer edge of where the training areas were setup. For the most part, he had been picking them at random, since one didn't know what each had to offer until they checked it out themselves...that, and he wasn't exactly the meticulous type, who'd spend any more time than was absolutely necessary thinking about it, anyway.
Over one arm, he's got a small and obviously recently purchased satchel in tow, bottles of water and a pack of crackers in, for snacking on. Finally, he arrives at what's (basically) the outermost training field, pathing on over to the entrance. Brows raise, though, and he blinks twice, upon realizing someone else's already there.
Ah, well! There's never a bad day for a new encounter, yeah? Instead of proceeding on over in a calm, collected fashion, the genin from the grass launches into a run, darting on over to the stretching girl, giving an emphatic series of waves with a hand thrown up into a peace-sign gesture.
”Yo! You there!” His voice sits somewhere between raucous and mirthful, though even if it wasn't unpleasant all on its own, he was probably a notch or two louder than he should've been. Atagi practically skids to a stop in front of Urikohime, curious amber orbs rolling up and down her form-- as if sizing up an enemy combatant or new battlefield ally-- while flashing her a grin that was as toothy as it was audacious. The first thought that flit through his brain was that she was terribly cute, even with the wild hairdo. The second, that she was obviously a kunoichi...from the Hidden Leaf, no less.
That's a good sign! I may have only interacted with (1) shinobi from the leaf thus far, but they were both competent and friendly-- this girl's probably the same. It's not long before his mouth's running again, likely before she's so much as had a chance to get a single word in edgewise.
”I'm Atagi Uzumaki, yeah? Of the Hidden Grass. Here for the exams-- as I assume you are, too!” Right index finger gestures pointedly to the symbol that indicated his home village, then lowing to tap at his competitor's badge with two digits.
”Future great person, and aspiring invincible protector of the people. Nice to make your acquaintance!” Again, he moves in an animated fashion, snapping off a somehow informal two-fingered salute her way.
”Lemme share this space with you, yeah? It's quaint, and most of the other grounds are occupied, and I'm sure I can help out with whatever it is you're cracking away at, so--.” He doesn't even bother to finish the sentence, because the ending should've been obvious...that, or he was already getting carried away by the next thought. It wasn't exactly a 'let's train together, please?' but it was as close as she was going to get from the brash Uzumaki.
”...oh, but. I've forgotten my manners, like always, haha. What can I call you, praytell? 'Beautiful and mysterious paintbrush-haired kunoichi of the leaf' doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, otherwise.” Tongue pokes from his lips ever-so-slightly, indicating that he's probably teasing, or thinks that he's being coy...but in regards to what, it was unclear.
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Kayahara Urikohime)