Sanbuntai: First Meeting;

[Kensei Takezō]

Things proceeded almost exactly as predicted. The Uzumaki girl failed to take the initiative and the Senju focused more on stopping his teammate from succeeding than on actually succeeding himself. The Uchiha's reaction was somewhat more interesting...

The Sharingan, the Eye of Insight. It was truly an accurate nickname for the Dojutsu. The boy had already activated it - not necessarily the most intelligent of moves. Hiatari had omitted the time limit in his explanation as part of the test itself. They had no idea how long this was going to take, yet the Uchiha had already brought out his trump card. Perhaps he thought he would be able to keep it active for the entire length of this test, perhaps he thought it best to use the Sharingan to try to get the test over as quickly as possible.

Whichever it was, he was being cautious, which led Hiatari to believe that perhaps none of these were the case. Perhaps, he was simply using it to check the chakra of the surrounding area so as to find Hiatari's presence. Well, if he wanted that, the Sharingan wouldn't help him. Hiatari was in plain view. The boy was just looking in the wrong direction.

Yasuhiro's words all but confirmed Hiatari's suspicions; he was being cautious, to be sure but... Was he being overly cautious? Was it paranoia? His shuriken flew directly at the spinning top, colliding with it with just enough force to send the shuriken off, burying into the ground a foot or further away, and... Knock the spinning top over. Well, that was an anticlimax.

"Congratulations." Hiatari's voice came, just a few feet behind them. Reaching his hand into his haori again, he withdrew three of the long pieces of the immaculate calligraphy he had done over the past week. All were practically identical, the same question etched onto each, leaving just enough space at the bottom for an answer.

"You answer with these." Placing each piece of his calligraphy down on the bench, he took three pencils out from one of the tool pouches at his waist, throwing one at each of them. He hoped they would respect his artwork, though he somehow got the feeling that that Senju would not...

The question he had written in such beautiful script was the following;

Which clan with members residing in Konoha is considered the most skilled?

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ooc: @un No chakra... xD

[Super Kawaii Desu]

Hours had passed, it grew late, but the sun had not gone down fully yet. The sky was filled with a brilliant peach complexion. The clouds, covered in an orange hue. Soon enough the sky would be covered in a dark blanket. The moon and stars would be night lights.

Currently, Shindama was taking a deep sigh of relief, they had finished what their Jounin sensei had asked. Shindama only hoped that they had completed it to utter satisfaction. More then anything, Shin hoped he had blew Yasuhiro out of the water.

"Sensei, is that enough? It is starting to get dark, we have been doing this all day." he asked Hiatari, Shindama grew tired, and very hungry. When Shin got hungry it was all he could think about, was food. It became obvious that Hitatari had worked the Genin to the core, not only physically but mentally. "I have a headache also," Shindama said, all the questions and illusions just sort of drove him nuts. It was only obvious that he was a very simple person. He liked real things, physical things. Not questions, and mental thinking, and genjutsu.

"Besides, I think Yasuhiro is tired, he is not use to this kind of thing," Shindama was just making stuff up at this point. He would do anything to finish this training and go home to eat and sleep. Shindama quickly glanced over to Yasuhiro, he was in all honesty hoping he was actually also tired and worn out. For if he was, then it would not just Shindama. For some reason Shindama did not seemed as worried about Akemi, maybe it was because of his obsession wit beating Yasuhiro.

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Statistics

Word Count: 280

Chakra: 85%

Tools

• Kunai - x5
  
• Shuriken - x10
  
• Explosive Tag - x10
  

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Notes:
Let's finish this up and get our reward, whether Frost posts or not. 12k exp is too much to write all this for and then not get.
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[Yasuhiro]

Getting dark already.

It was a relief, to be honest. Yasuhiro had been tired for a while now. His chakra reserves were even lower than Shindama's, and he just didn't care about this stuff at all. At first he was sort of motivated to do the whole team thing because of their rivalry, but after a while he just kinda wants to... Nap.

"Zz..."

He was making slight snoring sounds in a satirical tone in response to Shindama's words. Laying on the grass, hands under his head, and goggles fixed on his face. Pretending to be asleep was a talent for the boy, but this time he was just playing asleep. Blatantly trying to get the point across that the activity was no longer of interest to him.

"I could go for some munch too." He said as he turned his head to the right, looking at worn out Akemi being sweaty and clumsy with her clothes. Dayum, I'ma hit dat. Gotta wait til Shin's away, he'd get jealous. Having a fuller body than them, her meat was something to look at, since she wasn't exactly fat.

Dat ass was just one of the things in Yasuhiro's head whenever he saw her like that.

Turning his head to the sensei's direction, he spoke again.

"We gonna leave or what?"

He was sure everyone would agree it was time to pig out and get some shuteye.

Oh, voluptuously plump pillows, take me forever.

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words: 251
dialogue: a45a52
chakra: 78%

[Eisou Ϟ]

Time passed by unnoticed. The three of them were too busy trying to pass their sensei's interesting test, to say the very least. But after a tiring day of different shinobi tasks, they were finally able to say they fully graduated as genin. It was such a relief, because coming back to the academy was not something they could afford. She was tired, yes, but also happy. Happy that she could prove her worth in front of her team. It was already dark, and the only thing they could think about now was a warn bath and a long sleep to recover.

The only thing that was bothering her was Yasuhiro's looks to her. They were weird.. lusty if you may say. It's true she wasn't in her tidiest attire now, but that was no way to treat a mate. After this long day, it was only normal for her to look like this. Of all the days present within the week, why did it have to rain today? She spent the whole day in the muck and dirt and the deep abyss of thick, viscous earth, the soles of her always impeccably clean and white sandals drenched in a dark chocolate that she is sure, so totally sure, isn't mud. Mud is a darker green (or so she knows), more than this, and it makes her head spin around the contradiction, because this does smell like dirt and grime and nothing like anything else that she supposes. It doesn't help matters that she can't find other places to step upon, swallowing the irritation that comes from the sensation of her feet being devoured by the ground.

But it was all over now, soon she could come back to the luxury of her own home, after glaring at Yasuhiro, she turned to her sensei and asked, 'Can we go home now?'

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