Birth of Dreams

Birth of Dreams
It was a pleasant morning in, yet with the final rounds of the just around the corner, most of the village was busy at work tending to the arrangements. Fans of the sport discussed match-ups; workers swept the bleachers; participants spent every viable moment to train and hone their skills to another level in preparation for the big day.

Teizen Hyūga was but one of few who was fortunate enough to have made it this far. To think, he could be moments away from becoming a ... moments away from gaining the respect he deserved... moments away from being recognized by the Main Branch. What sort of changes could victory bring to his life? The possibilities were endless.

But this was not a time for fantasizing, even if the woman standing before him often times appeared in his dreams. No, this was the time to take advantage of the short interval that existed between the phases of the exams. This was the time to spring ahead of the opposition.

Carefully removing his shirt, the 8-year-old tossed it aside, welcoming the gentle breeze against his bare chest. Dawning the signature fighting stance of his brethren, he activated his Byakugan and looked keenly in the direction of his superior.

"You best not take me lightly, Sensei," Teizen exhorted, "I'll have you know that even if this is meant to be a spar, I don't exactly plan on holding back. I suggest you to do the same."