Classroom 1.
Nov 9, 2011 22:56:08 GMT -8
Post by Katsumaru on Nov 9, 2011 22:56:08 GMT -8
Grabbing cat and transporting boxes, such a macabre future for those who fail. To worsen matters, Touketu’s anxiety only continued to grow. During the war, he faced many a threat, but during that time, men had only two alternatives, to live or to die, neither extreme as frightening as failure in the exams. A life of pettiness, true dread for a soldier and a shinobi. The elderly man seemed less cynical, with his mention of until you do; it appeared as if he held a grandiose hope, a mighty faith in these shinobi. Touketsu carried himself with confidence, but occasionally, at times of pressure and uncertainty, the façade crumbles as frustration taints the senses. Today was such a moment. His left leg began to shake more vigorously. The Airontoku feared failure, the mere thought, despite the possibility of the future, perhaps, forging the path for further opportunities.
’Cheating more than once?’ Touketsu considered, uncertain whether the man implied that it is expected of them to cheat. Deceitfulness in a situation as this was deplorable to the Airontoku in a situation as this, where his ability to lead other men is to be determined. Or was exactly that amorality required of a leader? Nay, not amorality; rather, it seemed to be simply a challenge to determine whether these genin willing to take risks. Unfortunately, for Touketsu, he did not understand, and simply frowned upon the thought of cheating. He was a soldier, not a scoundrel, traits likely unfitting for a shinobi, but that was for the examiners to determine. Touketsu was a man of honor, and it was foolish for him to adhere to that strict code when opportunities allowed him otherwise, but so proud he was of that certainty, that perceived high morality, that he was incapable of noticing the inanity.
With one last statement, the elderly instructor made his departure, Touketsu uncertain whether he heard bitterness in the man’s voice. With a nod he turned to the parchment, pencil in hand, but with that quick shift in posture, a throbbing pain began to manifest in his head, the bodies punishment for the excessive alcohol he had consumed earlier. Touketsu, earlier, was certain that he had overcome the repercussion of intoxication, but the body enjoys to play such cruel tricks. Gritting his teeth he leaned forward further to read the questions, vision slightly blurry. What a wretched choice he had made. ’ Name every attainable Kage Seat from 1 to 10.’ the first question read.
Leaning back yet again he sighed heavily, the tone rather audible, likely difficult to disregard, and quite insensitive. Sandaime he wrote. Touketsu knew no more, for he had never given much note to his leaders beyond their names and the simple title of Hokage. The first question, and already the Airontoku was uncertain of how to answer. The temptation to attempt to glance to one of the other genin’s paper rose, and almost his eyes shifted, but Touketsu refused; he will not allow himself to cheat, even if he will fail here. To Touketsu, it seemed, as if all hope was lost.
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