Requirements Met (Mission)

[Hamura]

Looking back, he figured the last mission he needed in order to actually meet the requirements for something as grand as the Chuunin Exams should have been a more intriguing event than wandering the village in search of anything illegal or unethical. Instead, he decided to pick one of the less interesting and hard missions, one had already gone by once before if memory served him correctly. That said, he had made it somewhat more exciting in the sense that he had gone about doing the mission at night, which was when most of the rats left their dens and started roaming the streets while marking things down on his map.

Stopping by the Anbu member stationed near the cinema, he checked himself in and started doing his rounds. He still knew his rounds for the biggest part due to the time he had gone about it some weeks ago, which was also what jogged his memory a bit. The last time he had been on patrol, he had been forced to intervene in a somewhat more problematic area in the village, resulting in him sending the involved individuals to the police station. There, they would have been able to settle their disputes without keeping the entire street on its toes.

Not really dressed up as a Shinobi nor having any of his gear on him, he wanted to create the illusion that he was just another generic citizen, even though he still had his headband hidden in the inside pocket of his hoody. If anything did end up happening and he needed to exert dominance, he wouldn't get much done by looking angry, as people would just see him as a mad ten year old. And since things like that usually just invoked laughter, it would lead people to the point of not taking him seriously, and that was something he would prefer to avoid if at all possible.

[Hamura]

Passing through the streets mostly unnoticed, his body was with the mission, though his mind was with what truly mattered at this point. Shortly after graduating from the academy, he had done some minor training with Ryutatsu in the Dojo that, at the time, was still located within the Hidden Cloud. In spite of hating it when he needed to train with other people, it had been somewhat nice to see that others were interested in seeing him improve. When the Dojo was on the verge of disappearing when a man he had thus far not met before called Shiki introduce himself to himself as some sort of Demigod, that more or less disappeared.

Along with the Dojo, so did his will to train with others disappear too. He did not need people to know what he was capable of, nor did he need to run the risk of having one of those people turn on him for whatever reason. He was a Shinobi, so letting people in on his secrets was about as wise as letting kids run with scissors or believing a baby can handle taking a hot bath alone. At the time though, he had been given an offer to join a foreign nation and become a part of their military. When he first got the offer, he wasn't even slightly interested in taking it, mostly because those that ended up leaving the Hidden Cloud in order to go there seemed… odd.

But things had been changing as he had been allowed to see people more for what they were, and less for what they pretended to be. He had seen how Ryutatsu, while being a higher ranking Shinobi than he was followed Hamura's lead during the hunting competition in order to get things done faster, and had seen Shiki's eagerness to teach him new things without really expecting anything in return. He had also seen one of the other ninja that was leaving to go to the Sand appearing to be far less skilled than he was, though Hamura had still taken it upon himself to push him out of harm's way even after scolding him for being a foolish little kid first.

[Hamura]

As the day went on, he could only think about things such as these, for once the Chuunin Exams were upon them, it felt like he was going to need to be one hundred percent certain about the choice he was going to have to make. As far as things went within the Cloud, most of the people he knew were going elsewhere while those that remained made it rather clear that they did not really want to have a whole lot to do with him. They had their own things going on, and Hamura wasn't one to push. It had always been like that with him. Unless someone pushed him, he wouldn't get involved with anyone other than himself.

After several hours had gone by, his mission had finally come to an end as dawn started rolling in. Since he had been so lost in thought, he had hardly realized just how fast the time had been going by while zombie-walking through the place. If there had been anything going on or remotely dangerous, his senses would have shaken him into action, though no such thing had actually transpired. And with that, he just went back to the Anbu member in order to let him know that nothing exciting or worth their time had taken place before going back home to get some food.

When he arrived though, it seemed that the three boys had something for him. Apparently, they had been going through the house during the time he spent away during the hunt and had found some old books and letters belonging to Hamura's grandfather. While they wouldn't say where they found it, Hamura figured they had been snooping in places where they did not belong, which was really nothing short of second nature to them. Regardless, he accepted the box of stuff they had put together and brought it up to his room. Right now though, he had something else that needed doing before he could read into it.

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