ROUND 1!
Jun 27, 2011 23:02:57 GMT -8
Post by BLKND on Jun 27, 2011 23:02:57 GMT -8
o g o n . k u r a i
Slowly striding through the door, Kurai's eyes would meet the few eyes that were managing to mimic his intention: discovering their opponents. While the transition from the door to a random seat was quick, it would be a matter of time before he would notice at least seven eights of the genin in the room. There were not a ridiculous amount of ninja here, making his ego boost a significant amount as he could visualize his odds begin to rise. His fingertips would slide across the desktop, the wooden slowly riveting against his fingerprints. The friction would feel good as he would draw himself into the environment. The lighting was good, and the view of the snow covering the air was peaceful. He wanted to be outside. He wanted to feel the cool breeze of the Tetsu no Kuni environment. However, as he would observe the curt announcement remove itself from the lips of this mysterious proctor he would slowly begin to realize just what was about to happen. He was making his seconds step into becoming a Chuunin. Round 1 was going to begin as soon as the thick piles of paper would make its way onto his desk. He had been studying for quite some time for this exam. Only time would tell if it would pay off.
The questions which the proctor had placed onto the sheet were interesting to say the least. While incapable of saying he had experience in any of these scenarios, he was fully capable of answering each of them. It were scenarios such as these which would allow Kurai to pursue his aspirations to take the exam in the first place. Golden eyes would reflect the thick plain text that would begin to cover the white pages given to Kurai. His pen would swiftly glide across the page as he would hold his head up with his opposite arm. His elbow against the table his eyes would not dare look anywhere but the paper staring him in the face. With every sentence written, he could imagine himself in this scenario, knowing that if he were to pass this exam, these scenarios would become reality. He had to treat them so.
It would take nothing more than an hour for the young poet to finish. His signature placed at the top of each page, he would slowly slide the papers together, his pen wedged between the index and middle finger. Taking a quick look over his answers again, Kurai would stand to his feet, and lazily shuffling his way to the front of the room, he would release a boistrous sigh as his small stack of papers would land equally curt onto the stack of papers previously handed in.
"Easy."
exit.
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