.Intermission.

[Chuunin Examiner]

Having one fight immediately after another would be absurd and unfair. Between matches, competitiors are allowed to sit in a room hidden inside the arena. It isn't anything fancy in the least; white walls, and a few cabinets filled with medical supplies so that one might bandage their wounds. Water bottles are available in a cooler as well.

Basically, it's simply a room where one can take a seat and catch their breath while waiting for the next round to begin.

[pandoru]

"Sit down."

Too tired to really resist in any way, Pandoru simply nodded her head with a groan. Ugh... even that hurt. Being sat upon the bench, the damage to her jaw was the first thing to be tended to. Nothing seemed to be broken, but that didn't prevent the pain at all. A bit of water was given to the puppeteer, with which she was directed to swish about and spit out to clean any wounded areas. The blood was whiped from her chin, and gauze placed in her mouth to stop and bleeding that might continue.

"Give me your arms, love." As instructed, her limbs were extended, and she allowed the medic to wrap her wounds. They were minor, and the bandages applied would be more than enough to take care of them. Her leg was next in line- an injury that wasn't so minor. Healing chakura was forced into this, closing up the wound so that it wouldn't hurt as much anymore before its own wrapping was given. "Now just sit and take it easy, aye? That was quite a match."

Though the action stung, Pandoru smiled, nodding her head in thanks as the medic left to deal with other things.

[adero]

Upon leaving the arena Nyzu would slowly slink his way back towards the waiting room. With most of the rounds finished, soon the next would begin, and yet another harsh trial by fire, or perhaps waiting game, would present itself before Nyzu. Upon placing his hand slowly upon the shining door knob, his hand would slowly shudder at the chill of the knob. Twisting it slowly he would enter the intermissions room in order to rest for a few final moments.

His eyes gazing upon the door as the door opened with a gentle click, he would stare a bit longer to find it empty, empty except for an Iwa kunoichi sitting upon a chair being tended to. A smirk shifted across his face as he entered slowly without speaking. Sitting down upon the sofa on the left of the room, he would lie down his eyes closed, yet partially watching.

[pandoru]

Groggy... very groggy. Sleep was extremely tempting right now, but she didn't want to have that fogged thought process when her next fight was to begin. Her eyes had been staring at her bandaged leg ever since the medic had left, her fingers tapping at the water bottle she held. Perhaps she should try to walk...? ... No. Foolish acts might result in it reopening, and then she'd be sitting that much longer. A soft sigh, obviously bored, escaped Pandoru as she finally pulled her eyes away from the wrapping, allowing them to wander. Not the most well-decorated place she'd ever been, but it would do. At least what it contained was satisfying. Water, medical attention...

"...'yshu?" She blinked, spotting who appeared to be the boy she'd had a rather pleasant conversation with recently. Speech obviously wasn't her strong point at the moment, especially with that wretched padding in her mouth. Fingers pressing between her lips to rid herself of it, she quickly scanned over him. He... didn't appear to have a scratch on him at all. Had he already been healed? Flawless victory perhaps?

The gauze was removed, and the redhead frowned upon looking at it. Still well-pinked; still bleeding. Regardless, she'd bite back the ache in her face and smile the slightest bit. ".... Nice to see you again."

[The Asko]

"Aye! What a bore!" muttered Suro to herself as she stepped into the waiting room for the Chuunin exam rounds. She paused, her arms stretched over her head as she stepped through the door, and scanned the room along with its inhabitants. Stone, Mist, Sand, quite a mix. She exhaled slowly, noting that the Stone ninja was looking like hell already and it hadn't even been the first round, on the other hand the Mit ninja looked untouched. it seemed that there were all types in this competition.

Suro took a few steps forward before collapsing into a soft cushioned chair across from the Stone ninja, propping her feet up nicely on a small stool across from her and crossing her arms in front of her. "Well, looks like it's about to be one o' them days, hm?" She smirked a bit to her companions in the room before taking a long drink from the clear water bottle she'd brought into the room with her.

Suro hummed a little to herself as she began to contemplate possible strategies in her soon-to-come fight, her first fight since arriving at that. Personally she wouldn't have minded fighting in the first round, though having the extra time was indeed a perk, she now had no warm up. It was all well though as either way she would get her chance at either dullness or excitement, whichever chose to come.

[adero]

Upon plopping himself upon the sofa, Nyzu’s eyes would slowly close. Taking no notice of the area around him he would relax, a deep inhaling breath would slowly proceed as he calmed his energies and focused his mind. Yawning without very much care for what was going on he would nod slowly. A hand would shield his eyes from the lights while showing recognition of the girl.

Silence would ensue for a brief moment as he left the conversation as was. Perhaps another lapse of silence just like their conversations of last? Sighing to himself he pale lips would move as if to utter words yet no sounds there heard. His eyes not making contact and closed as if resting he would speak quietly to such an undertone the girl may not hear him had she been occupied.

“Gratz.”

Brief and quick would his words pass. Perhaps even unheard had the wind rustled outside. Saying nothing more he would grow silent as another figure entered, a sand kunoichi nonetheless.

Paying no heed to the girl he would sigh slowly to himself and continue to rest. His feet propped up lazily against the entire sofa his eyes secretly watched behind the hand shielding his eyes as if checking the potential enemy for movements. His unexpected bout with Muteki had ended in a pass and in advance he knew his new opponent was to be a sand nin. Would this be the one?

[Tensai Shitakuma]

The waiting room, the room where those that have come forth to wait between matches. There were white walls, with room like ceilings. Cabinets against the walls filled with medical supplies that were really nothing to fancy. A cooler was seen with water bottles placed within. A simple room for a rest. The words of those speaking forth that this was boring somewhat perked the ears of the man far off into the distance. A wicked grin came forth slowly creeping out of the young warrior's mouth. He would reach far away.

Slowly he gently placed his hands together as he performed a few handseals. Slowly he then began to do a few handseals here and there. As he performed the handseals, as the doors, the swinging doors were closed along all sides of the young Tensai mist began to uprise from all around. The mist began to form the forms of the young man, showing that they were other forms of Tensai as well. There were approximately twenty Tensai's standing there as the chuckled all each one. Then, a few more handseals here and there as he slowly walked towards the door.

"I Push my fingers into my eyes..."

Words began to speak forth as the young warrior took his first few steps towards the door.

"It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache..."

He walked in slow motion as the other Tensai creations stood ready, as if they were ready to charge, taking a track runner stance each one. At this point, most would most likely be capable of hearing, if they did not hear the loud first words.

"But it's made of all the things I am today..."

The words screamed out as the young warrior quickly thrusted the doors open in a violent manner, pushing forth will all of his might. The Mist Tensai warriors quickly rushed in with more speed then the slow motion of Tensai. The way Tensai walked in was in a calm cool manner. The way he walked through was as if there was nothing in the world that could ever interrupt him. There was that same smile as his head pointed downwards, trying to continue the greatness of his entrance. To some, some may think it would have been some sort of movie, as all the other Mist creations rushed in quickly.

"Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside..."

At this point the doors slammed back with the same momentum as they slammed into the last bit of Tensais that were running inside, as well as the real one. Slamming into his face, the rush quickly flung Tensai back out of the room as the doors closed. A loud ooof could be heard from the collision as. The last bit of Tensais screamed out in pain as doors impacted against them as they disappointed into Mist disappearing, but slowly reforming back within the room. Each Mist Tensai screamed out as if they were real people, as if something bad truly happened to each one.

The rest of the Tensais looked towards the door as the flinched some glancing at each other, shrugging their shoulders wondering what exactly was going on.

"If the pain goes on... "

The main guitars kicked in as the the Tensais looked towards everyone within the rooms. They gave a little wave as if trying to introduce themselves but acted as if they were somewhat shy, not really knowing what exactly to do, they were, in some way, kind of lost.

As the first verse began the real Tensai tumbled into the doors quickly opening them. Holding his mouth he and nose he groaned out as he began to slam int the walls here and there. He pivoted along his feet twirling using his Capoeira grace moving from point to point. "Gah.....son of a.... mother.... why.... no." he mumbled as he headed towards the middle of the room as he bumped into one of the Mist Tensais. Quickly vanishing into mist, it quickly reformed once again as it looked at the real Tensai in shock.

"Did you see that he just pushed me." he yelled out pointing to the real Tensai. Then, his ears literally perked up from his hat, an odd trick that normal people would not necessarily do. "MOSH PIT!!!!" he yelled out as he quickly slammed his body into another Tensai. In a violent rage each Tensai ran across into the middle of the room slamming into one another as boasts of mist rised into the air reforming once again. A few ran towards where Pandoru was sitting at to grab against her seat. Reaching forth they would try to lift the seat right from under her in a violent manner but at lass just failing in place turning into mist once more. One Tensai would grab another throwing it towards a wall as it would disappear as another along the back would rush up against a wall, quickly running up along the wall jumping off as he would aim towards the young Suro, but disappearing as well as they screamed out violently moving along with the beat of the music.


Reason for Editing: You are allowed to control a few Mist Tensais here and there if you all want. Reasons why is because they can't harm anyone including themselves lol.

[pandoru]

Her eyes were pulled off fo the figure of Nyzu as another kunoichi entered the room; a Suna nin. The teen had at first thought herself to be the only female in this competition, so to finally see another was oddly reassuring. The other nin seemed bored... though the young Kage couldn't agree more with the statement. It was indeed 'one of those days,' and she could only hope that it somehow improved itself. Of course, Pandoru was sure that things wouldn't be getting any easier for her as these matches moved along. She gave a soft chuckle, nodding her head to the nin across from her.

Water had become appealing, as the metalic taste of her life essence began to tingle upon her tastebuds. Ah... why hadn't they just healed the bloody thing? She sipped at her water, glancing at Nyzu once more as she.. thought she heard him say something, but it was possible she was just hearing things. Still though, she smiled slightly, then allowed her eyes to settle upon the cabinets. 'Maybe there's something in there that-...'

... that slowly stops the ache.

Her thoughts were caught off by the familiar sound of music, and the puppeteer quickly turned her head, eyes darting about the room before her eyes settled upon the door. "... Ten-!" The door was kicked open before the name fully left her lips, music bursting into the room, as well as around 20 or so Tensai look-alikes. It seemed though, that a series of actions caused some of them to suddenly disperse into clouds of mist. It had been obvious to her that the creations were clones due to sheer numbers, but she hadn't had a clue to what they were composed of until now. 'Mist?'

She observed all occuring, tilting her head to the side just slightly as the clones waved. Unsure of the appropriate action to take, Pandoru blinked, simply waving back to them. The doors swung open once again, another Tensai, this one obviously in pain, appearing. This one, she had a feeling was the real one, and she found herself oddly fascinated by his fluid movements. Graceful almost... was it natural, or was it a practiced art...? She could only ponder for now, but her thoughts, once again, would be cut short "MOSH PIT!!!!"

"What...?!" She clutched at the bottle in her hand, shocked at the sudden occurances. Two of the clones attempted to lift her seat, causing her to almost yelp in surprise, but they were doomed to burst back into the mist the were created from. This noise... wasn't helping her head at all. Upon shaky legs the Iwa-nin stood, wincing at the pain she still felt in her calf as she made her way towards the medical cabinet.

At this point, she was rather indifferent to the clones around her. They would holler, crashing into eachother and overall creating an atmosphere that was quite hard to focus in. "Hmm..." She lifted bottles and turned them, setting one down and then picking another up immediately. Each lable was scanned, the girl muttering a soft 'no' when she failed to find what she'd set her heart on.

She ducked suddenly, a clone soaring over her head to smash against the floor and burst, reassembling himself shortly after yelling some kind of threat. "... Ah!" Success. Additional gauze had been stuffed between her lips to heal her wounded mouth, and a smaller bottle containing pills.

Aspirin.

[The Asko]

Suro noted the nin across from her as a chuckle escaped her lips before being distracted, like her, by the sudden noise outside the door. Her eyes narrowed as many copies of the man she's met in the tavern earlier rushed into the room, accompanied with more annoying bursts of sound. Resisting the urge to sheild her ears she stared towards the door as no other than the actual Tensai himself walked through. He would receive no appreciation from her though unlike the Stone nin who seemed not too disturbed by the situation yet.

Suro sighed before taking another drink from the bottle as the clones began to seemingly "riot." "Good gawd, you can't enter the room without making an entrance, can you?" she muttered as she watched the Stone nin cross the room towards the medical cabinet. It was no real comfort as it seemed few found this "troublemaker" as annoying as she did. Hell, she half expected someone to have lost their temper by now and shown him how to behave, but no such thing had happened.

Suro cringed as one of the clones jumped off the wall closest to her, and brought her legs from the footrest to cross on the chair she was seated on. 'Uncontrolled dimwits...' she thought in her mind as she made a last ditch effort to ignore them.

[Raikou!]

Raikou walked slowly into the small resting area. He payed no attention to the people already in the room, and made his way to a sit. Taking a deep breath, Raikou relieves himself of all his stress. Crossing his arms and closing his eyes, Raikou began to fall into a deep slumber. Rest was the most important thing at this moment. He did not receive one injury during his fight however, he did use up a lot of chakra.

Raikou had done well in his fight. He had defeated his opponent and was one more step closer to his dream. He began to dream as he sat. Dreaming of battles and chaos. Even in rest, Raikou was fighting a never ending fight.

[adero]

Sitting fully extended upon the sofa, Nyzu would continue to lay silently as if feigning sleep. His eyes still darting about the room secretly, he would pause in confusion as he began to hear odd music. The melodious sounds echoed throughout the room surging each corner until the doors suddenly burst open. In came the flood of clones and in came the strange man from the arena yet again. Pretending to take no notice Nyzu would lay there still and limp as if still asleep. Perhaps his feigning attempts would spare him of the oddity.

The young puppeteer seemed to know the man mentioned before as seemed to utter part of his name before she was uplifted. The other sand shinobi however seemed more cold towards the man, her bitter displacement towards the humourous yet grand entrance was left unappreciated. As he continued to watch the youn stone kunoichi scrabbling for pills he would sigh and watch as yet another figure entered.

Yet another Cloudie eh?

Saying nothing as he walked by he watched the nin take a seat upon the opposite side of the room. It seemed he was trying desperately to relax, a desire that was not to be met. Staring at him behind his hand Nyzu would chuckle to himself quietly as he watched several of the clones swoop towards the new figure and attempt to add him to the mosh pit. For a moment it seemed NYzu was in the clear, free of the danger and chaos. Or was he?

Suddenly the sofa beneath him would be shoved out from the wall by yet again more clones. Slidding across the room he skid to a halt near the center. Shaken his crimson eyes would stare as figure began to soar over head. It seemed as though several of the clones had opted with leaping over the sofa. A reluctant sigh would be heard as he sat up carefully without getting knocked.

Where did all the peace go?

[Raikou!]

Just as Raikou had just fallen into beautiful slumber, he was attacked by a number of crazy clones. It seemed the party had made its way to his side of the room. Opening one eye, Raikou notices a clone swan dive in his direction. A bit clumsily Raikou falls out of his chair to dodge it. Another pushes another right into the direction of Raikou once again. Wincing, Raikou just prepared for impact. However it fell short and rolled to the ground.

They were a silly bunch, but Raikou just wanted some rest. But Raikou could not help shake the feeling to party. It might even be a great way to relieve all the stress from the exams. With a long deep breath, Raikou prepared to make his move. Catching out of the corner of his eye the mass of clones moshing in the middle of the room, Raikou smirked. "Metal!" Dashing at top speed, Raikou leaped of the arm of a near by couch. Raikou flew in the air just crazing the ceiling with his head. He looked down as he passed all the other shinobi in the room. Anticipation grew as he made his way to the pit. "Good times."

Raikou crashes into the pit, except he felt no embrace. Suddenly he flew right through the clones and approached the floor face first very quickly. Raikou slammed into the floor with a very loud THUD. Mist flew out in an almost crater like effect. He would just lay they, embarrassed and weak. "Damnit..."

[//Talo//]

Talo would approach the door of the resting room, hesitant at first by the commotion he heard within...With a tentative twist of the handle, he'd peer in, his vision instantly blotted by frantically waving arms and thrashing, jumping, diving bodies. His eyes opened wider with surprise, taken aback a bit by the strange sight. "Alright then..." Talo would back up, closing the door as he did so and turning around. He wasn't in the mood.

[Tensai Shitakuma]

As the young Raikou went off to join the pit, as he felt no embrace slamming into the ground the music suddenly stopped as all of the clones just looked towards the young man. They pointed out towards him as if he was some sort of disease that needed to be rid of. In one unison they just stood there raising an arm up straight forward pointing towards the young man. The real Tensai slowly stood up as he tumbled some embrassing himself against a wall placing his hand against it. He coughs some as he slowly stretched his back. "Gah damn, who put the liscence plate on that carriage" he said as he coughed once more touching his nose feeling the shock of pain running through.

Standing there he seemed somewhat annoyed, but more so to himself as the clones slowly took a single unison step towards the young Raikou as Tensai walked over towards the young Pandoru as she was taking her asprin. Slowly standing in front of her he reached behind his back and slowly took out a large news paper. He sat down next to her as he took a little yawn crossing his legs as he stared out into the distance not really paying attention to the paper.

The Clones then suddenly looked in shock as their mouths dropped. In a violent manner they all began to scramble out as they rushed towards Raikou trying to grab him, trying to help him up. With their non existant bodies the hands just swept out not touching a thing as they began to converse among each other. The way they were talking it was as if they were clucking, no one could truly hear what they were saying except perhaps of "we got to help him," "I know that" "Dude get out of the way" "No you get out of the way," and other things such as that.

Where the real Tensai was at he just sat down calmly giving out a little yawn as if nothing was really happening. His, oblivious reaction to the Clones was somewhat priceless, it was as if they were people of their own but the fact that each and every one of them were controlled by Tensai himself. The young warrior sat calmly as he just stared out into the distance. He fumbled the newspaper some as he held it within his hands but if those were to notice, it was upside down. His right hand slowly moved down to the bottom right of the page as he began to run his fingertips along the lettering, as if he automaticaly knew. Nodding here and there a song began to play that was barely audible, a song that perhaps most would know, and most would not hear unless they were extremely close. His obvservation began to push out towards everyone that were around as he sighed out softly keeping himself in place. The song was called "The Pretender". His eyes suddenly widen as he nodded some giving himself a little chuckle. "It seems that Claw country still has some harsh crimes" he said calmly as his fingertips continued to run through the newspapr as he stared out into the distance. If anyone was curious as to what he was talking about, they would notice that there was a murder written in the newspaper. An odd thing to see for a man that seemed to be blind, and held the paper upside down.

He gave out a little yawn as he continued to hear the song as his head somewhat glanced towards all that were around. "Everyone seems so upset, you should be happy, because, you may become Chuunins if your Kage sees fit, so why the long faces," he said smililng outwards trying to speak with everyone in the room.

[Raikou!]

Laying on the floor, Raikou began to laugh. He could hear the odd clones scrambling to help him up, but to no success. It seemed they were both frustrated and scared. While Raikou could not seen them, it soundly like quite the hilarious scene. In a sudden quick motion Raikou rolled over to his back and faced the moshing mayhem that was the clones.

"Dudes! I'm Good!" Raikou exclaimed. The clones stopped there commotion and looked at him with happy and concerned faces. In an Eddie Gordo / caporiea / original black power ranger - ish way, Raikou spun on his back and broke dance his way to his feet. Standing there, the enter pit of people seemed to freeze. Quietly, but unmistakably, Raikou and the clones seemed to hear the song "Pretender" in there minds. They all slowly bobbed and circled each other while the intro played, waiting for the moment... BAM. The chorus slams in and all hell breaks loose again.

Graceful Flailing is what Raikou would call it. Moving so fast, the out side would seemed to be a blur and he flung his body back and forth in the room. Clones screamed in joy as the body dropped and tackled each other inside the pit. Just as the calamity seemed to hit its max, some one called out: "CIRCLE PIT!" This forbidden death trap was about to destroy the so called resting room. For a moment Raikou thought about the moral decision he was making, for all the innocents in this room could die. But a spiraling leg kick to the face by one of the mist clones (which did not actually hurt), helped him decide, the hell with every one else.

Suddenly, the clones and Raikou all seemed to move in unison with each other. Circling the inner part of the room they flailed about with the up most anger and rage. Entire chairs and tables would seemed to be obliterated in their path. It was only a matter of time before the circle of death made its way to the others, destroying them. It was in Gods hands now...

[pandoru]

It was a bit awkward trying to take pills with gauze in your mouth, but the kunoichi supposed that as long as she didn't swallow the stuff, it would all go well. With the few white fragments in her mouth, the teen downed them with a generous amount of water. It still stung a good deal... but Pandoru hoped that the medicine would assist in fixing that problem, as well as the developing headache. Sighing softly, she'd shut her eyes, attempting to relax despite the growing commotion about her.

The optics were quick to flutter open however, feeling a shift beside her. Glancing in that particular direction, she found Tensai, quite content to sit casually and read the newspaper... upside down? Though she said nothing, the expression on the puppeteer's face made her confusion obvious. Of course the fact that it was upside down was interesting, but... if she remembered correctly, Tensai was blind. But as he commented on the stories within, he made it very clear that he was indeed reading. Curiosity overwhelmed her, and though she normally had a large amount of respect for ones personal space, she found herself scooting closer, enough to peer inside the paper. The young Kage herself was certainly no expert in reading things upside down, but indeed, there was an article about crimes.

Upon the movements of the man, Pandoru scooted back to her spot, listening to him speak over the music that filled the room. She nodded at his words, though it only reminded her of her current title. 'Kage...' Many things told her that she should no longer be here- that she should be returning to the village to protect it. However, the ANBU had told her to remain here, and thus, she would obey. "Aa...," she agreed, trying to smile. All in there needed to relax and enjoy themselves while they had the opportunity.

Though some may have been relaxing a bit too much.

A startled yelp, and the kunoichi pulled her knees up to her chest, wincing at the shock of pain, for her wound was still tender. Relaxing wasn't going to occur with such a ruckass going on in the room, and though the mist clones wouldn't cause damage on their own, this loud Cloud shinobi certainly would. A clone fumbled, coming near her, nearly toppling over completely. Eye to eye with this fake person, he grinned at her, while Pandoru simply stared. "Well hello~"

She frowned, lifting up a single hand, and thrusting her palm firmly against the clones forehead. It would have sent any solid being stumbling back a bit, but being compsoed of mist, it simply poofed... only to reform back around her wrist. Quite an awkward site, and quite a dramatic reaction to follow as this particular clone began screaming. "OH GOD MY FACE!!!!"

[Casper Uchiha]

During his exit of the arena the fatigued cloud shinobi would be directed towards a room by a lady that seemed to be of the medical field, he was told that he would be able to receive treatment for any injuries obtained in battle. Feeling a bit sore he would decide to take upon the offer and head towards the room.

As he stood outside the door of the room the lady pointed out to him he could hear a rather loud commotion going on in the inside of the room. Being curious he would decide to enter pushing threw the door with his shoulder. His eyes would lay sight upon a white room that appeared to have gone to hell in a hand basket. Furniture was strung across the floors as if they had been tossed purposely. A rather odd group of people seemed to be flailing about yelling and what not. By means of appearance this was definitely no place to be healed of injuries.

After getting a glance of the commotion he would close the door, trying to figure out what the hell was exactly going on in there. Maybe he had be instructed to go to the wrong room, he wasn’t all too sure but he was definitely skeptical about making his entrance into the room. In worry of receiving more damage than all ready acquired. Minutes would pass as he waited outside the door listening to the commotion going on in the room. The soreness in his body his body had obviously took over his better judgment as he decided to enter the room.

Walking in he would look for a seat that wasn’t already flipped off its legs. He would take his seat awaiting treatment from someone in the room. For now he would open a bottle of water placed on a table next to him. Taking a few swigs he would continue to watch hoping to go unnoticed so he wouldn’t be brought into the situation.

[The Asko]

Suro scowled to herself as she realized that this room no longer served its desired purpose and therefore gave her no point in remaining within it. Silence was her desire and it could not be attained with the ruckus going on and the music playing slightly behind it which she heard too well with her enhanced hearing. Rising from her seat she moved along the wall around the room in order to avoid the mass of bodies, her eyes sharp still in the lack of decency in their behavior.

Upon getting to the door she reached out to open it when it opened before her and a ninja, a cloud ninja, stepped through into the room. She paused, allowing him to pass before moving through and closing it behind her. Suro paused in the hallway, thinking for a moment before turning and heading down the hallway to find somewhere else to clear her mind.

[Casper Uchiha]

The continous commotion in the room would begin to irritate the cloud shinobi. This room had somehow managed to agitate his wounds and cause them to be even worse off than before. The unfamiliar music and constant flailing just become too much to bear as he sat in the chair. He needed to get out there soon before something calamitous were to occur. As he remained in the chair planning to get up, he would see a female shinobi exit the room. She definately had the right idea, and with her leave his mind would be made up. His tolerance for pain wasn't low at all and this would further more help him decide to exit. Rising from his seat he would head towards the door to exit. He would deal with his afflictions on his own terms.

[exit]

[Chuunin Examiner 3]

As commotion would continue to ensue, the floor would be centered around the young cloud shinobi and the clones about him. Each wildly thrashing about causing a ruckus, only the shinobi himself would begin to cause any damage. Chaos would ensue as the original himself sat calmly about the chair. Lounging about he would begin to converse with the room as if nothing was occurring.

Scattered about the room random ninja would watch the commotion, each reacting differently. All seemed alright for the time being, order was not completely destroyed yet except for the cloud shinobi. Suddenly a piercing scream could be heard as what seemed to be a stone kunoichi held her hand out. Thrusting it through the man’s face the clone would dissipate and reform as by its nature.

Doors would slam open as two Chuunin examiners would storm into the room. Each dressed uniquely in their own fashions, glaring eyes would stare at the group and the mess about the room. Blocking the exit with their lean bodies one would stand there quite seriously. Dressed in plain standard field garbs he would eye the group as the clones began to cease their ruckus. The other seemed to be wearing some sorts of queer scarf about his neck of a pink silken fashion. Chairs flung, tables turned over, and furniture smashed they stood there aghast pondering the situation. Running towards the center of the room they approached the young female ninja who had screamed.

Saying nothing at all one would grab her arm checking her pulse. Finishing he would stare about the room with suspicion. The other man, placing his cold hands upon her face would speak swiftly and quickly.

“Are you hurt?”

Not even waiting for a reply, the two would turn to the rest of the room while speaking in an odd unison.

“Alright. What the hell happened here?”

Before they could say more the clones would suddenly turn inward and circle about the room. Each simultaneously pointing Tensai seated upon the sofa they murmured quite viciously towards the examiners as if seagull cawing for food.

“He did it!!... He did it!!... He did it!!!”

The two examiners sighing would walk over to the man and place their hands upon his arms. Tugging gently they would begin to hopefully usher Tensai out of the room for inquiry.

“Sir, please remove yourself from this vicinity. We have questioning for you.”