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The faint shift in expression that played across the boy's face as Yuminari gave his apology caused his brow to raise in interest. It seemed strange that someone would react so negatively to a mere apology, even if it was formal. Did, perhaps, he have some thing against people who casually excused themselves? It seemed quite the odd thing to be picky about, but it certainly was possible. Yuminari had definitely heard of stranger things, but from a Hyuuga? And one of the Main Branch, no less? It seemed strange to say the least, but it wasn't entirely impossible.

The other male's words were what really drilled things home for the Hyuuga. The fact that the boy lived alone was no surprise, nor was that he separated himself from the rest of the clan. Someone like him should have easily been burned into memory if met within the Compound. It seemed far more likely that the curious familiarity Yuminari had felt was merely the fact that he'd briefly seen the boy in the Compound, but hadn't payed him much mind other than a casual glance for some reason.

But what the boy had said... about the Main Branch, and about his clan... Yuminari now began to understand what that look had been for. Somehow, he appeared to have stumbled across an idealist. It was quite the pity, considering how the other boy looked like he could possibly have been of the intelligent variety under normal circumstances... but with that, he also seemed a bit on the immature side. His choice in clothing, despite being a representative of the Main Branch, was more than enough to tell that. Conceited, as the boy had called it... the pride in the nobility of the Hyuuga clan was conceited? Even those in the Side Branches weren't so eager to call centuries of tradition 'conceited', and many of them participated in the Main Branch's show of pride in their nobility. It was rare to find a Hyuuga, Main Branch or otherwise, that didn't think that way.

This all stayed as thoughts though. Yuminari was at least intelligent enough to know to avoid an argument with another Main Branch member. He did speak though, in as calm and level a tone as ever. "Perhaps. In a select few ways, there is validity to what you imply. Certain things could use improvement. The treatment of the Side Branches, perhaps. But is what you call 'conceited' not a deep-seated loyalty to the upholding of the nobility of our traditions?" Yuminari stopped himself, pausing briefly and sealing his lips while he widened his stance and folded his arms across his chest in thought. "No... I'll stop there. Certain aspects need improvement, I'll give you that. The ways of old cannot be held onto forever. But... blatantly stating that to another member of the Main Branch may not be the best idea. The aptitude to bring change is based on the attainment of the trust and respect of those you seek to change, unless you seek it through means of violence."

Yuminari's gaze lowered itself to the other male's waist, and more specifically the sword attached to it. While a normal person probably wouldn't have been able to figure out what the eyes of a Hyuuga were on, another member of their clan was far more likely to. "Well... if nothing else you do seem to be setting an interesting example of how to change." His stance finally relaxed back into its previous formal posture, eyes leaving the sword to return to the boy's face, briefly wondering whether he'd be met with intelligence or anger. The line between visionary and heretic was a thin one, but always an intriguing one to see which side someone fell on.

A daily routine put into practice during the days when no other events were scheduled to take up any of the time in the life of Hyuuga Yuminari; Wake up at the crack of dawn for an hour's relaxation over breakfast and tea. Dress in the usual outfit, hitai-ate tied proudly to his forehead. Leave the Hyuuga Compound, Yumi bow and quiver of twenty arrows strapped to his back. Proceed to an isolated field and prepare for a session of target practice. Return home as the sun began to reach its peak in its lonely journey across the sky. It was at this part of his day that Yuminari was found entering that crowded Konoha public park, standing out like a sore thumb amidst the many other casually dressed people that could be found there, and that wasn't eve counting the giant bow slung across his back. Most people gave him a hard stare of confusion when he passed, at least until they noticed the forehead protector emblazoned with the swirling crest of the Leaf Village tied to his forehead.

His eyes were riveted straight ahead, though without the definition of any pupils in his colorless eyes it would be impossible for one to tell whether he was focused intently ahead, as his furrowed brows suggested, or if he was merely staring blankly off into space, focused on some thought or daydream. Regardless though, the effect he had as he walked gracefully through the field was obvious. His strange appearance coupled with his dignified stride and flowing garments caused more than one head to turn and stare in awe, and quite a few more in confusion. Yuminari didn't seem to be paying anyone any mind at all. In fact, the only suggestion that he was even watching where he was going was the occasional time where he was forced to angle his path to avoid running into someone, even though most people quickly moved out of his way on their own to allow him to continue unhindered. Nobility had its perks.

His pace was constant and smooth, never once speeding up or slowing down. At least, not until his gaze was met with a vaguely familiar sight. A young blonde boy wearing a katana at his waist, over whom a cursory glance revealed the presence of the very same hitai-ate Yuminari himself wore. It wasn't that about the boy that had caused the sense of familiarity though - of that much Yuminari was certain. There was something else about him, something that he was missing, that he felt he should have known yet somehow couldn't recall...

"Excuse me," finally spoke the Hyuuga, addressing the other Konoha shinobi without a shadow of a doubt, using his typical calm, formal tone. "But have we met before? I can't shake the feeling that I should recognize you." Yuminari turned towards the other boy fully now, standing with a graceful yet casual posture, expression focused and intent as ever.

• Name - Hyuuga, Yuminari
  
• Nicknames - Yumi
  
• Age - Sixteen
  
• Gender - Male
  
• Bloodline - Hyuuga (Main Branch)
  
• Village - Konohagakuro no Sato
  
• Rank & Profession - Genin
  
• Difficulty Setting - Hard/Advanced
  
• Releases/Senses - None
  
• Types - Taijutsu Primary | Ninjutsu Secondary | Genjutsu Tertiary
  

• Height - 5'10'
  
• Weight - 149 lbs
  
• Apparel - If you called Yuminari Hyuuga an extravagant dresser... well, you'd be one of many. The pride of the main branch that flowed so heavily through his appearance that failing to notice him in a crowd was a feat of obliviousness great enough to earn an award. He looked to be dressed in the finery of a prince; Colorfully embroided grey silk tunic laced with varying shades of red, held tight against his stomach by a sash of matching reds overlain and further held in place by golden rope-like belts, sewn together with partially detached sleeves; parachute-style pants flowing out from under his tunic to accent the flowing style his sleeves began; high open-toed boots containing the bottom of those pants to maintain their shape and offer protection to the bottoms of his feet; a form-fitting black latex-style shirt with long sleeves hidden underneath it all, only visible around the top of his neck above that high collar the tunic had and up to where it wrapped all the way up his arms and across his hands, leaving only the fingers bare; matching-style pants surely hidden beneath that parachuting pair he wore on the outside. Few could manage to allow their eyes to pass over such a strangely clad sight.
  
  
• Body Appearance - The body and features of Yuminari Hyuuga were decently masculine, yet with a noticeably effeminate flair to it, though that was likely due to the delicate features and long dark hair. His body lacked any type of muscle definition save for the subtle hints of lithe power formed through the practice of the Hyuuga clan's Jyuuken arts and through the those of Kyudo, denoting to a particularly muscled back should one take the time and gain the opportunity to inspect it. His body was primarily devoid of the scars of combat, as the training for neither of his arts was particularly prone to delivering them, giving the male rather smooth, pale skin. As with all of his clan, Yuminari's eyes were of an almost pure white nature, with only the iris' having any definition to them at all, as well as their being an utter lack of visible pupils.

• Alignment - Lawful Neutral
  
• Allegiance - The Hyuuga Clan, Konohagakure
  
• Personality - The personality of Yuminari Hyuuga was composed primarily of his strong sense of pride, derived mostly from his status as a member of the Main Branch of the Hyuuga clan. One could scarcely go a conversation with him without being reminded of it, whether by him clearly stating it or by the mere manner in which he spoke. From pride, arrogance had grown; his appearance, combat prowess, and various other skills and traits all fell under the realm of his arrogance. From arrogance, a temper had been born; while he wasn't one for sudden furious and violent outbursts, he did possess a cold rage that commonly led to him confronting the one who had offended him with either harsh rebuttal, or with violence.
  
  However, should one manage to reach past the prideful arrogance of his exterior, they would quickly find a devoted and loyal companion. The honor of the Hyuuga clan demanded all members act with with the dignity and grace expected of ones in their position, especially those select members of the main branch. Yuminari was no exception, and even took it one step further in the way he held a courtesy-driven respect for most, or at least those whom he hadn't already deemed otherwise unfit for such behavior from him. To those he called friends, Yuminari proved to be fiercely loyal, going so far as to risk his life in their defense, within reason.
  
  Despite his devotion to respect, he had a very blunt manner of speaking, especially when asked a direct question. He was known for being brutally honest, though in turn would also never give anything but the truth when directly questioned about himself. However, all questions that aren't deemed direct or clear enough could easily be brushed aside with an evasive or dismissive answer, and occasionally even a demeaning remark if the situation warranted it.
  
  
• Likes - Various types of tea, practicing the arts of Jyuuken and Kyudo, gazing up at the sky in silent meditation, conversing with those deemed to be friends, performing 'honorable deeds' for the good of the village, playing the piano