The Hotrock [T/P] [Sen]

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A new day started fresh. The exams were right around the corner and the shinobi of the village all seemed preoccupied with other events and happenings. One shinobi in particular would not dare miss his opportunity at proving his strength to others. Not just those within his home village of Iwagakure, but his performance would be seen live by the eyes of shinobi and leaders alike, all around the land. His focus was set, which was new for him. The idea of a achieving a new rank forced some anxiety upon his soul in the recent days. With what had been happening around the village and apparently, in other hidden villages, seemed to tilt the planet of axis, if only a little. At least to Kei.

The silent shinobi secretly sat along a large field of earth and dirt, far west of the town and other villagers, a large space was found, perfect for his daily training. He couldn't quite bring himself to be around people for the day, as he had to keep his mind is second gear and work himself till he knew, in his heart, that he was truly ready. He thought he came to terms with everything that had happened but he was still disturbed in the back of his mind. It would be the first time he felt the way he did. The new emotions pouring over him was maddening.

Posterior planted firmly along the ground, his legs were crossed, and his hands came together to form a shinobi seal, known only to their kind. A hand language spoken only through vicious soldiers and stealthy assassins. The seal familiarized as the tiger seal remained, as he focused his body and concentrated on his flowing chakra, allowing it to circulate and breath regularly. He was only too ecstatic to find his calling in the art of ninjutsu. Being from the Earth Country, he was assumed to know the Doton release, which he tried hard to train at younger ages, but only ended in failure.

He remembered the many hours he put into attempting to perform even the most basic of ninjutsu techniques, but to no avail. Being as he was, a rambunctious, hard headed child, he focused on taijutsu, which he found himself to excel at. However times had changed and he needed to take himself more seriously. A realization that caused him to train in a new and different art.

The wind slowly picked up. Inhaling all the dusty tasting air he held it within his body for a few seconds before releasing. His training would begin soon, and he figured he had mentally talked himself up to it. It was time.

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"Henge" Dusting himself off as his transformation took hold the genin known by those who liked to keep their eyes on up-and-comers as Tokomaru Sen made a casual stroll through the village making something as simple as walking the streets of his home double as important training. With all the fuss about the Chuunin Exams being underway it seemed that all of sudden all Sen was hearing was the clung of steel on steel as ninja of a many varying ages filled the open areas of the village to cram in some last minute training.

There would always be those who let anxiety get the best of them and felt the need to panic from paranoia in doubts that the strength they possessed wasn't enough to move them forward. As would there always be other ninja on the opposite side of the spectrum, ninja who knew they had done all the could to prepare were simply continuing their regular routine training before the eventual and inevitable exams.

The funny thing was that today, those two kinds of ninja were one in the same because everyone and he did mean everyone

[/b], who was a genin of Iwagakure was training hard. Even the genin who were not competing in the exam were hard at work either helping to train those that were exam-bound or simply training so as not to be left behind.

From behind his ninjutsu based mask he scanned over the faces in the village. Every now and then he would come across one face that he recognized but said person didn't recognize him. He was brushing up on old academy jutsu and henge was the one he was focusing on now. His transformation allowed him to take on the appearance of the genin he knew best in all of Hidden Stone, barring himself of course.

He loved his own body, height and muscle tone particularly but there was something to be said about walking around with the height of a teenager and muscle definition of a strongman who moonlighted as a physical stuntman. He gave dopey smiles to the girls and flipped off the guys they were with as he headed west[/b] doing a half-assed job of being Kei. He was sure the younger ninja wouldn't mind if he'd knew.

Where ever the hell he was.[/justify][/blockquote]