learn and learn well

One would not say that Akito was always looking for fight, but he wasn't necessarily not looking either. While he spent most of his days training, learning, soaking in all that he could, he could also feel the itch. Right under his skin, inaccessible to his paws, always out of reach. It was something he needed to satisfy the longer he let it linger. So as he made his morning rounds through the bamboo, pretending to be on official patrol, the monochrome pup's ears shot up at the distant sound of snarling. This could be his chance to take on something larger.

Containing any emotion outside of passive, his steps pick up their pace as he darts through the bamboo. His insides are boiling with excitement as he races to the commotion. Loud banging noises, a feline's roar, and the creak of bamboo as it was tormented. Has someone pissed off a big cat?

In no time, he was there. Skirting into the clearing in front of the gate that the leopard attempted to get through. His fur bristled slightly at the sight of the sharp claws pawing through the slender gaps. Already, Hattori was there, staring, silent, foreboding in his lumbering image. Akito glances up at the man with a slight tilt of his head. Though he wants to jump in, he contains himself and stands steady beside his Kaicho. "Can I assist?" He asks in his own rightfully monotone tune as his grey eyes fall back down to the issue at paw.