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The thick leather gloves that would rest on the metal railing of his apartment's balcony would slowly push the young man up. His two feet would straighten him out. The length of the boy's body made him all the more capable. Turning his gaze away from the enticing neon lights of the area, it would instead find itself staring into the sky. While the lights of the village would make it near impossible to see the stars in their full worth, it did allow him to see what he needed to see. The allowance of what appeared to be an alien life form would only go so far before curiosity would overcome the shinobi. He had sensed the presence of someone else for his entire time on the balcony. However, what didn't really make much sense was that this foreign life form had been doing nothing this entire time. Perhaps, like a statue, this life form did not require movement. Or perhaps they would assume that their movement would set off some sort of alert to their presence. Regardless, the blank brown eyes would continue to stare at Kurai through a small white mask, their silence as eerie as the number of statues that surround the village. Long, bushy dark hair would cover the peripherals of the mask, that would appear to be in the image of a snake. Kurai would immediately assume this shinobi to be an ANBU, however when getting a better look at the staring shinobi, it would become obvious that their attire would not match up with the attire that he had seen Kumogakure ANBU wear in the past.

"Ogon Kurai." The voice would relay, quickly revealing the gender of the ninja.

The womanly curves of the shinobi would remain invisible behind the lengthy white coat that would hide the majority of her body. In fact, the only visible portion of her skin would remain to be the slender brown neck that would peek from behind the mask. Kurai would refuse to answer, instead slowly lowering his knees, his hands simultaneously reaching behind his back as he would stroke the fabrics covering his ninja-to's handle. Her eyes would quickly narrow as she would continue to stare at him. Continuing to freeze, she would speak quickly, in the same tone of voice as before.

"I have the upper ground. I suggest you don't do anything brash." She would suggest, clearly unintimidated by the idea of engaging Kurai in combat.

A 'pop' of gunpowder would be set off into the air as one of the few villagers in the small, crowded street would exclaim. Kurai's eyes would slowly slide from the vision of the street, to the vision of the individual. A simple man, his clothing would slowly slide from his shoulders as his arms would contort into many different expressions. The straw sandals covering the soles of his feet would quickly flop around as his feet would join in on the uncanny, impromptu dance.

"My son's going to the Chuunin Exams!" The man would shout from his gut, bellowing for the entire street to hear.

People would whip their heads around. His voice drawing their attention immediately. Of course they were all curious to see what this seemingly crazed man was exclaiming about, but of course, attention was due. The exams were indeed not the most difficult thing to become eligible for. Instead, it was the need of recommendation from both Chuunin and Jounin advisers that would draw complication. With every step of the process, there was nothing but just that: complication. With a Chuunin teacher who was nothing impressive, or a Jounin adviser that he had stays in contact through snail mail, Kurai's acceptance into the examination was nothing short of a miracle. So as the older man would begin to dance in the street, his family slowly attempting to calm him down, Kurai would appreciate his enthusiasm. A father appreciating the contents of his son was something that he had been deprived of. Despite his ability, he was far from appreciated. However, as he would stare at this man, white kimono draping his thin contours, he would begin to realize just what made this examination so powerful. For every one father celebrating their child's success, was a young shinobi who would not hesitate to eliminate Kurai just to be closer to succeeding. For that same reason, every shinobi who would enter the exams would be countless amounts of abilities that would be able to do the deed. The breeze that would embrace his arms had connected every shinobi in the area. He had to defeat those shinobi. Whether it was physically, or intellectually, he had to win. That meant that this man celebrating, no doubt drunk with success would be one of many that would have to fail. As they would be sent home, exhausted and defeated, he would make sure that he was the one to do it. That meant that his abilities had to increase. He had to learn more; he had to grow stronger.