Where is the fine line between madness and sanity. When is it that you break and then become something else? A golden hue seemed to color Konoha in orange as early morning risers began to rise. Well truth be that not many people would actually be up this early in the morning. The clock read five in the morning, it was both plenty of time to finish off some morning chores before heading towards the exam and of course clearing his head. He knew his grandparents would be upset if the stairs weren't swept outside and if he simply left the house be. He took the straw broom to the stone steps and sighed, maybe five was still a little late for waking up early. The large yard (http://www.kiku.com/electric_samurai/cobweb_castle/image/yogenin_temple.jpg) would take a while to complete and he still needed to polish the floors.<br/><br/>Many people were surprised by his traditional nature at times. The okay he had with doing chores, it was the least he could do for his grandparents. And all though they didn't raise him in the more modern sense he still felt they had to be payed back in same. The best way he could do this was both excelling academically and completing the most needed chores. He had to show responsibility, because there was no other way to pay them back, except for this small little gesture he could share. He made his way through the yard, dust, sand, and leaves kicked up into piles. Until he scooted them into the dust pan and through them into bags. Taking them out to the big cans hidden in the back from the public view.<br/><br/>He sighed for a second, before he went to go collect the water for the floors. Everyone was probably still asleep and he enjoyed watching as Konoha sprung to life just as the sun did. The orange, golden glow would slowly disappear. Changing that fantastical world into something brighter and more lively, but at current people still slumbered, even here in the temple itself. He stared for a second at his own reflection in the well water, dark black hair that fell into his blue eyes. His features were not as strong as he wished them to be. He somehow assumed he would grow faster, become the person he wasn't. Then again he was afraid of turning into his father or worse a monster.<br/><br/>In his reflection he could always sometimes see the ugly truth. That he was becoming someone he wasn't. Ironic though, that was the person he showed the most to people. Most people thought who he was becoming, was who he was. They never saw these dull, quiet and reflective moments. There were rare times, but not always. It was kind of confusing though because he wanted to shake these thoughts of his head. In both senses he was confident and arrogant in himself, he could complete anything, become the best ninja there was and even maybe become a Hokage. He knew he had the skills, he had the preparedness. More than anyone else. He knew he was strong and powerful, and that made him smile. Because it meant that no one could hurt him. But then the quiet side of himself, the childish foolish side liked the way he was now. Even if it wasn't ideal.<br/><br/>But he knew, he knew what would happen if it were the other way. The kids would still be on him, they wouldn't be afraid of him. They would continue to bully him and harass him. If he didn't become the violent and cruel person he would continue to be treated like dirt and pushed around. It was like a continuous loop over and over and over again, questioning and then deciding the other way was best. He was becoming hardened, he was becoming tougher, a shield surrounded him. Focused him. Made him feel as if he were unbeatable. It was that confidence that saved him. He wiped his forehead for a second and stared at the polished wooden floors. It wasn't as best as he could, but he also needed to start getting ready as well. And prepared for his battle.<br/><br/>Making his way to clean himself up, he noticed the clock sat at seven hours and thirty minutes in. It took all this time to finish the floors and even more time to start getting ready. He saw something shift in the halls, but was never frightened. He was use to the grandparents waking up early to prepare both the temple and the shrine for the guest that would arrive at nine. The shrine and temple was open to the public whom could easily drop by here and there. The person he saw walking about was his grandfather. Even the old man's bald head was wrinkled and he wore a strange squint to his eyes. Akito stared at him for a second and the old man only stared back.<br/><br/>"Good Morning sir," Akito said quietly and respectfully.<br/><br/>The old man only nodded his head and Akito made his way to the showers to clean himself off before getting ready. Time seemed to easily peel away, as he got his white button shirt and his tie on. He made everything was sure and neatly put. Even fixing the pin on his bicep that read the famous words Konoha Protector. He took his collapsible tonfas and placed them in the inner pockets of his jacket and made his way out the door. Before doing so, he made his way to one of the god statues and held his hands together. Keeping his thoughts and his prays to himself, he clapped before heading out. Halfway down the temple stairs, he heard someone calling out to him from behind, "Akito,".<br/><br/>He turned to see an old woman wearing a tight bun with chopsticks neatly placed into them. Her kimono was well pressed and neatly put on. He stared at her for a second with his liquid blue eyes that sparkled so dazzling like jewels.<br/><br/>"Yes ma'am," Akito said quietly.<br/><br/>"I...wanted...to tell you to be safe," his grandmother stuttered.<br/><br/>He was a little surprised, since neither grandparent ever seemed accepting of his choice to become a ninja. His only nodded and she smiled. Pulling his black bangs out of his forehead she kissed it and then waved him off. Akito made his way down the stairs and stared at the temple and its many shrines. Today was the day that he proved something to himself. That he proved that what he was becoming wasn't a monster nor a mistake. That the choices he was going to make were the right choices. And this was his chance to not become his father. To not become the same ninja, but a different ninja. A different kind of ninja. Akito stared at the blue sky and the floating clouds. He enjoyed the crisp and clear air here. The ability to breath. As he made his way to the testing area, he saw other kids settling as well. He recognized most of them, but kept to himself. He only tried to hear a little into their conversations, without appearing to be interested.<br/><br/>The situation itself happened quite quickly, something he could easily chalk up to and calculate and yet here he was confused and puzzled. It began when the old man began to whistle and then attack the students themselves. Every and each of the genin began to scramble around, some try to connect with one another. Others tried ordering each other around. But they all ended in the same place, the Hallowed Forest.  As the students struggled to gain any boundary in the the situation at hand, he found himself quickly and easily able to react. Many of the teachers had complimented him before on his potential as a student. He walked up to the two groups forming, one beginning to get ready and travel. Akito decided to stay back instead. And follow with his eyes both groups. But he found himself taking a step to forward. Now he was in the sights of everyone.<br/><br/>Was he to be asked of the same thing to make a choice? He gave them a cold and arrogant stare, with a smirk he decided on something.<br/><br/>"Do you have a direct objective?" Akito said, "Was it ever stated your objective? What makes running around a forest you don't know very well a good idea? In a big or small pockets...groups? And why do you suddenly trust one another? Couldn't it be obvious that someone, any one of us could be setting a trap?"<br/><br/>It was a dirty trick he knew, but he also knew it would keep them alert and more wary. It would also separate out the washier of the students. Akito gave another smirk.