Some may call him too ambitious, and those people would rightly identify so. Takamitsu was supposed to face Hinata Hyuuga in the preliminaries, but, there was a difference between fight, and what ended up happening.
As the two readied to spar, Takamitsu rightly forgot about his other teammates failing to secure the win and a chance to become chunin. It would have only aided in muddying his headspace during the battle. His opponent looked alarmingly timid at first glance, but her eyes were what screamed to him that he couldn't take things easily. He remembered those eyes that Neji had, and he remembered fondly of how they could see more clearly than he. Takamitsu predicted that the fight would fare similarly to how he spars with Lee, focused on close quarters combat fundamentals. So long as he wasn't touched, he could secure some form of advantage.
But alas, Hinata held an advantage in surprise. The mere instant she activated her Byakugan, she held the offensive without hesitation, and Takamitsu's reach with the dragon saber was the only thing that could save him. He performed a spinning rotation which made it look like a blurry fan blade. Despite the sword being sharp, Hinata stopped the blade with her bare hand and reached in for a critical strike. Takamitsu's Kusakegro provided him a last ditch effort to dodge the unexpected breakthrough. But even with his reaction, Hinata's chakra blast had reached where her hand couldn't. With a strike between the eyes, Takamitsu fell to the ground, and was paralyzed from the shock of his chakra that stopped. He viewed a swirl of colors consume his sight, and found himself staring into nothingness again.
After waking up in the hospital, his senses seemed different. He had no recognition of prior events, and had moved his hands for what felt like the first time in his life, difficult and uncontrolled. It's not like it felt wrong or anything, but it was concerning how the faces in front of him were saying a name he could not identify as. Maybe it was better that he didn't know and didn't worry. He didn't know what to do, or what he could say, so he didn't react. He made eye contact and turned his head stiffly among different pairs of eyes.
"So what happens next?" He thought to himself. One thing was for certain, and it was that he wasn't.