Victor's Circle [O]

[The Heron]

Victor's Circle

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Hiromasa found himself in a modernized plush waiting chamber - the floor was dotted with comfy red couches and neat little white marble tables. Golden columns separated the sections, and fancy crystal-like lights hung from the ceiling giving the room a dim, relaxing glow. In the far corner of the room was a veritable mountain of food piled on a shitty wooden table, and surrounding the table -

Groupies.

Hiromasa ignored them for a moment taking the time to fully relax. His fight had been too easy, but then again, that could simply be attested to his crushing skill. Steps slow, he approached the table, nodding blankly at the assorted school-girls - the blond in orange was eyeing him oddly...

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[Captain M]

The medic entered the waiting room, deciding to settle on a couch, her eyes followed the progress of the only other shinobi there, she had never seen him before. Her hair had been let down, the curtain of fiery hair falling upon her shoulders and chest. The kunoichi crossed her legs, placing both of her hands upon her knee as she looked around, it was then that she noted the Kirigakure's shinobi's groupies, how odd, she had not expected to see such a thing, yet she shrugged and closed her eyes. She had not come close to death during her fight, not at all, she had been strategic enough to win quickly, disabling her opponent in a few planned steps before the girl had fainted. The Tsuchikage felt as if the exams had gone smoothly by then, she had gotten a great mark in the first exams, and she had not sustained any serious injuries during the Second Round.

Myriam took a deep breath as she brought herself to speak with the other shinobi within the room. ''How have the exams been for you?'' She asked with a gentle smile, waiting for the boy's response.

[The Heron]

The chattering of the Sailor Scouts came to a keening halt as a kuniochi entered the venue - they felt threatened by her, perhaps, for she matched and exceeded their own beauty, and the simple fact that she was present meant her combat skills were at the very least above par. A long mane of scarlet washed over her shoulders – she sat with poise and grace, not that Hiromasa truly paid any mind; his spatial awareness granted some notice to her adroitness, but it meant little to him. As his hand curled around a particularly delectable donut with pink and red sprinkles, her voice rang out with an inquiry to spark the flames of conversation.

” How have the exams been for you?”

His hand closed around the donut and he retreated to the very same couch the woman sat upon, his response delivered with the same fervor attributed to staring at a blank wall.

“Fine. There was one near death experience, but other than that…” He trailed off, falling to the couch with a loose ‘plop’. Just as he raised the donut to his lips he turned to look at the mysterious woman. He regarded her with a tired gaze that exuded enough apathy to swallow the sun before biting into the pastry, relishing the taste with a quiet moan. “My name is Kawashima Hiromasa,” he began once his mouth was clear, “ – and yours?”

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[Captain M]

The medic placed a single hand upon her abdomen as she saw her interlocutor bite into the donut, a feeling of hunger and sickness overcame her. She was too nervous to actually have any desire to eat, yet her empty stomach did sing in protest. Yet the sight of food made her almost gag, she could get quite nervous, especially when faced with the unknown, just this other shinobi, he seemed somehow so powerful. Running Iwagakure had been a piece of cake compared to the stress levels of being in these exams. Yet speaking with the shinobi felt good, it was nice to simply talk without the pressures of performing well in the exams, there was nothing more than friendly chatter. The Kirigakure shinobi mentionned the fact that there had been a near-death episode in his exams, sending chills down her spine. Myriam had almost killed her opponent, yet she had been fast enough to heal her wounds.

My name is Kawashima Hiromasa-The other would say, Myriam gave a smile in return. The other Genin, though lazy seemed quite friendly. ''I'm Myriam Nade of Iwagakure, it's a pleasure to meet you, Hiromasa.'' She would answer, her smile broadening as she would offer him her hand as a friendly gesture.

[The Heron]

He accepted her hand with a polite nod, pumping it up and down thirce before letting it fall from his grasp.

"Myriam Nade of Iwagakure," He repeated introspectively, as if tasting the words. "I'll devote it to memory."

He sat silently for a moment, finishing his doughnut with several hurried bites. He released a soft burp, bringing his fist to his mouth to catch the sound. He had never given much thought to Iwagakure - not even wondered on the nature of his ninja, but now that he found one of them before him...

"Iwagakure... where is that? I've only been away from Mizu no Kuni twice, and neither time did I pass through your lands." His voice grew wistful and his age showed at the light flickering in his eyes. "I want to travel, Myriam Nade. I want to see what this world has to offer." He paused with languid dramaticism.

"I have found little thus far." The light in his eyes died.

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[Captain M]

While the light in Hiromasa's eyes died, the opposite happened within Myriam's psyche. There was something different about this Kirigakure shinobi, he reminded her of Raikenshi, oh how she already missed her Cloud Shinobi in Shiny... shorts? Yet the words he spoke reminded her a lot of herself. She crossed her arms and looked back towards the other shinobi, he wanted to know about her village, yet was this one of his plans? Hidden Villages needed to remain, well, hidden to keep their people and secrets safe, yet Hiromasa did not seem to be the type to want to harm her and her people, well at least not at that precise moment. She took a deep breath, her back tensing before she spoke calmly.

''This is actually my first time outside of Iwagakure no Sato. Recent events have made me question my comfort within its walls, yet it is the only place I can truly call home, as I care for every citizen that calls it home also. The village is beautiful, sculpted within a huge mountain, yet we are far from primitive. Artists have devoted their life for the architecture of my village.'' Myriam explained to her new Mist friend. ''This trip to the Moon Country has also given me a thurst for exploration, though my trip through the Wind Country was somewhat hard... Deserts are not my cup of tea.'' She would explain, her message ending with a slight giggle. The kunoichi tied her hair into a single ponytail, as she readjusted her sitting position, shifting her purse to her side.

[Itsu Iko]

After winning his preliminary match, Itsu walks into a waiting room and takes a look around the room and sees red couches and white marble tables. Around the table is a group of attractive girls but what really catches his eye is two other shinobi one of vaguely which he recognizes. He quickly takes a seat on one of the unoccupied couches and puts his feet on the closest table becoming relaxed. Luckily his preliminary match left him without even a scratch.

He looks over at the two shinobi sitting together and nods at them “Hello both of you and congrats to both of you for passing the exam‘s so far.” Itsu looks over at the group of girl and winks at them more specifically the one with blue hair.

[The Heron]

Hiromasa nodded at her words, weighing her spiel with apparent heavy consideration. Her words of Kaze no Kuni sparked memories of nights spent training in the shadow of the moon; the desert had been kind to him, issuing a challenge unlike any he’d faced before.

But then another entered – a large lad with low cut hair and a certain rocky odor. It was the same underlying scent that wafted from Myriam; Hiromasa supposed it was the smell of their home. The man spoke, but Hiromasa paid him no mind. He simply wasn’t listening.

“Ah, Kaze no Kuni… I had a mission there once.” He gave his head a rueful shake, life seeping into his voice. “It was… fun. Twas’ the first time I got to battle another shinobi to the death.” He trailed off with a rye grin, lost in reminiscence.

“I admire your empathy,” he began anew, giving his hair a toss. “I care little for the sheep that populate my home. It is the land I cherish; the rich earth and the tall trees…

Tell me – what is the state of diplomacy between our villages? I know little of our foreign affairs – only that I will soon be expected to enforce them.” He ended with a shrug. “I would hate to have to kill you one day – you’re nice.”

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[The Heron]

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[Itsu Iko]

~Exit~

[Captain M]

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