Exams 1: The Auditorium

[Solus]

The first disqualifee would be carried away, how interesting to see these guards operate, they were truly effective and worked like a well oiled machine. The boy with the coffin on his back would speak and pass his judgement through a coin of fate. Why would someone carry a coffin around? What would it contain? Seeing no one would want any chocolate he would replace the bar in his coat's inner pocket.

Amazed Solus would notice the actions of one of the women here, trying to what seemed to be bargaining with the torturer. "What do you expect from him? In a real life situation you would be the next victim, right after the tortured hostage is killed. Information is valueless, just like secrets when not contained to a small inner circle making yourself the next victims. As for the way of the ninja, it is the captured person's duty to save his village by keeping his mouth shut."

The old man was making a sacrifice. Solus would sigh, such foolishness... "Call me whatever you want, but remember to destroy that paper of yours with the answer, I think it would count as a disqualification if the guards would find it in your pockets, or where ever you've stuffed it. And before you walk through that door, remember this: There is a very small line between noble and foolish. There are a million ways to see things in life, a million ways to be the fool. But in the end of it-" Solus would smirk at the images of the man popping up around them, these guys were making sure that the participants wouldn't forget what was going on. "-none of us is right." Clicking his tongue he would turn to the young boy as another person would press the button, totally ignored by the Genmaster as this was not his question. "A better question to ask now, if I may good sir, is why you brought that coffin in here?"

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[torankoku]

A sigh escaped my lips as I watched what was going on. Several things seem to happen one after another and rather quickly. The ninja [kyogi] that had originally answered the question in hopes of trying to save these people would try in vain as he did not succeed. Work was quickly done to him as he was thrown out of the auditorium. My eyes still actived, I watched on as the one who held white eyes spoke and was now about to scariface himself. It was true that you became a shinobi due to the fact that you existed solely to protect your village and people. But what did that mean, if you lacked the skill to do so? If you died in battle or got killed somehow, what use were you to the village and people? It was a bold and nevertheless a courageous attempt, but surely, he realized that he would not be of any use to anyone in his village?

'Duty is heavier than a mountain. Death, lighter than a feather...' I would whisper as I saw a young boy appear and recognize him from before. Out of the corner of my eyes, I spotted the torturer's eyes and did not follow his gaze yet. Watching the events unfold even more, the man with the wolves would ask another question and positioned a few steps away from the microphone, I would see that it wasn't my question and it wasn't Ryuusei's. Still, my internal energy surged as I watched on with thoughts going through my head.

Thoughts flew inisde my head as I pondered about what was really the purpose of this exam. The examiners said that they will test us on our morals and how we act or should act as shinobi or a human. But here we stand bickering among ourselves. We cannot truly show our true morals and act within them because we are shinobis but at the same time we are humans. I cannot trust anyone in here to share my morals for how they see it may be different on how I see it. Mainly due to the reason why everyone is agruing on who is right or wrong. Descriptive morality does not explain why any behavior should be considered right or wrong, only that it may be classified so. So, again I ask myself: what is truly the purpose of this exam?

I would keep thoughts to myself, watching what was about to unfold. My eyes were still activated, and my internal energy stirred slowly yet continous.

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Sansuegan: Active.

[daisy]

<sub>A shriek of laughter flew from Daisy's lips at the antics of the Sand ninja. His speech, if you could call such a mess of words a speech, was hilarious, the funniest thing yet. However, her humour was cut short, as it seemed Woody's fate was to be determined by a mere coin toss. With bated breath she watched, and then exhaled a sigh of relief as he was saved by the fates. And now, as the strange man's sacrifice seemed to be accepted, Daisy could only watch on, her own fate yet to be questioned.

At the white-haired kunoichi's words from beside her, Daisy just nodded, fishing out another cigarette from within her top, handing it to the girl. She then produced her lighter once more, sparking it to life, holding the flame near the other girl for her to light from. She understood, such unhealthy things did indeed have their uses in calming one's nerves. Before long, however, the second question was announced, and one boy approached, apparently with the intention to answer. However, he was blocked by a girl, who must also have the answer.

She was attempting to bargain with the torturer? These shinobi were full of surprises! Although, Daisy couldn't help but think that she was merely buying time while she decided whether or not to answer. At any rate, until her own question surfaced, she could only sit tight. Naturally, she hoped Kaeor would be safe, and even Solus and the pretty Cloud shinobi beside her, but at this point, she had to think of herself first. God, she hoped it was a sadistic murderer holding the same answer as her!</sub>

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Giou would wacth as the mist kunoichi would step forward expanding her question. She had a pretty good point. If the informationw as given what where the chances taht they would give him up and not just kill him off all the same. Giou would stay quiet. What could he do? These people had entirely different morals than he does. He could not change that. If he did then it would go against everything that he had said.

Suddenly the ninja beside him would take an obvious point that Giou seemingly missed after analyzing the data."A better question to ask now, if I may good sir, is why you brought that coffin in here?" This was an honest and pretty good question. The coffin truly did strike an obvious question. Giou would look at the coffin with his eyes. If something where inside of it and there was chakra nside it would only mean many things.

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[Saiyuki]

While I knew that some others here could only merely laugh at this man's sacrifice, I for one respected him for it. He chose to not divulge any information that could potentially destroy his village and the end of lives of innumerable villagers, in context, while saving the life of one before him, though at the price of his own. For me, death was the easy way out. I had many sins, too many, I had to atone for before I would let myself die. The martyr however would not sway me to change my ideals. He is him. And I am me. Two different people, two different lives. I would walk upon my path and he his. I merely closed my eyes for a moment to acknowledge the loss of this shinobi, unless some change of events was to occur. Meanwhile, a more pressing matter was at hand. Another question had been asked, another hand of fate dealt.

The girl from Mist, who was near the front and had caught my eye, had suddenly stood up, blocked the button and was now asking questions of her own. Quite the interesting act. Yet her words contained rationale within them. I was indeed glad that neither my question nor Aizen's had been asked, yet this new matter held my interest immediately afterwards. Looking around at the others, I would notice a newcomer, a young boy with a coffin. His strange appearance caught my interest almost immediately, and I could hear other shinobi accosting the boy with questions. Even though I chose to be very near the button, I still wanted to see who he was. Performing a few hand seals, I would employ my mastery of Ototon and listen in on their conversations, and perhaps catch other interesting facts within the conversations of every other shinobi in the room.

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Auditory Comprehension

[lwqbulb]

"How about this. Head's says the other stays, and Tails says the other leaves"

I immediately knew that he was referring to me as the troublesome shinobi who was disqualified really did push that button and my fate of staying in this exam is left to a simple coin toss. I aren't sure whether I am feeling lucky today but this day didn't start well. And having a raven, a creature who is believe to bring bad luck on my shoulder doesn't helps. Though I am not that superstitious, Greed seem to have given me a lot of trouble since I found him. I can't blame it entirely on him though as much should be put upon my dumbness, or is there such a word?

"Well, it seems the other gets to stay"

It looks like I got the better luck out of a 50/50 percentage chance. I petted Greed, who seem to be disturbed by the torture scenes, trying not to look but at the same time, pretending not to be afraid. The bird sure do have a large ego and so did his master. The raven didn't understand why humans are bringing pain to their own kind. Simple creatures like themselves were taking care of their own species and working together to either carry out evil deeds or playing a prank. Greed joined my ranks in order to see the happenings of the human world and he aren't seen nothing yet. The bird just didn't understand why do the same species fight one another and they, the human species are suppose to be the most intelligent. Maybe being a dummy isn't a bad thing after all and Greed is sure Woody is one big dummy, staying in his seat, not wanting to know that his fairy-taled ninja world, that he is suppose to be saving lives and being a hero, is actually a one big cruel world full of lies.

[Molokai]

And throughout all of this, Toru merely stared at the congregation over his folded hands.

He retained his seat at the back of the room, carefully examining everything that was going on since the first question had been stated. So far, nobody had done or said anything useful, and at this rate they weren't likely to. However, it appeared as though the room had divided into factions; One side believed that the nameless hostages were more important than the security of their village, and the other believed that their own forward progress was more valuable than human life. To be perfectly honest, Toru found himself siding with those who wouldn't surrender information to save a stranger.

One had been disqualified, and another was soon to take the place of the tortured, all because of their worthless morality. Toru found himself glaring at the fools with disdain, cursing their very existence for threatening to stand in his way, and took great pleasure in watching them pick themselves off one by one. Two potential threats had already been neutralized, and soon enough everybody with a bleeding heart would remove themselves from his way. As such, this was probably the easiest exam Toru could have thought up, since all he had to do was sit back and watch as his competition destroyed itself.

But what of the victims being subjected to their own personal hell? Their sacrifice would assist Toru with his own agenda, their pain and suffering merely acting as a catalyst for his ascension. These people lead previously worthless lives, merely existing day by day as an empty shell until they met their end and faded into oblivion. But now, now they had purpose. Now they would be cured of their worthlessness. They should be rejoicing, not screaming, for their meaningless lives finally carried a greater purpose; Losing for the sake of Toru's ambition.

So let them die, let them bleed, let them suffer, because otherwise their lives would mean absolutely nothing. And as for those who sought to deny them of the right to fulfill their purpose; they were more evil than the acts they so self-righteously crusaded against. They didn't deserve to live any more than the rest of the thought-controlled masses. As such, their purpose was also better served being removed from his way beforehand, lest they risk impeding on the path of greatness.

Still, he remained silent and calm. Still, he watched with fading interest, his mind drifting off into daydreams, preferring to watch the inside of his eyelids. In fact, if not for the awful racket of bleating sheep and crowing roosters, he could very well have slept. Silly farm animals, wait and watch as your stupidity pushes the truly great even closer to achieving their goal. Then, lay down like lambs to the slaughter and get the hell out of the way.

[👺 Usiel]

(If I miss anything, please PM me)

"Wait, I have the answer you are looking for, but tell me one thing. How much is this information truly worth to you?" the woman would speak.

Dânêl would smile some before removing his hand from the cold steel. Pondering for a brief moment. "What makes you think it would be important to me in the first place. I am but a simple dog in a grander scheme." he uttered calmly. "Information may be pointless for me, but to my superiors it may be even more important. The least I know the better I say," he said gazing up to the window peering inside narrowing his eyes some.

"True, you currently possess a shinobi of mine, but I too hold something of value to you. If I give up this answer, how can I guarantee, 200%, that you will keep your word? You should know out of all people, how precious someone's word is. The possibility of me being successfully in this situation, is less favorable than me passing. I can tell you the information, but if you are not a man of your word, my comrade would also die, thus the loss of two valuable things to me than your one. However if I don't answer, I only lose one, yet keep the other, while you lose one as well. So, convince me otherwise. I need to be sure."

"One's word, my word, your word, value," he said contemplating to himself. "What word are you speaking of. To stop the torture, or to set you free, for I have said nothing to set your free. If you wish to answer to ease this man's torment then please speak up and perhaps the man will be let go, or a swift death will happen. However, in a life and death situation there is in fact no guarantee what will happen. The fact that if you are ever even caught shows the weakness between yourself and your companions." he said with a hint of dislike in his own voice. Now you may be correct, that yes if you keep silent, then of course I will be left out of information and that would mean I have not done my job. However, this also means that you will lose your companion. The test here today is to simply put in...." he stopped for a brief moment trying to collect the right words. "Are you able to stand and watch as your friends die. This man is just a stranger to you, however, are you able to see your friends, your family endure this, or worse while you stand by holding something that can set them free. Whether it is life, or the sweet freedom of a swift death. Can you? Can you stand and watch?" he asked gazing still up at the windows, speaking is communication device while the steel began to light up. Lightning spewed out in all directions showing the intensity of the shock as the man's scream could not be heard again, body twitching violently. There was no remorse in the man's gaze. Dânêl, a true man of no feelings and torture. A story silent within his own mind.

Dânêl would hear the decision of Yasatori Yōdamaru. The decision was to take the boy's place and Dânêl would simply nod. "The boy will be replaced," he uttered moving a hand towards the two guards watching the boy. "Take the boy, get him out of here and put him in a holding cell till further notice." he exclaimed. "For Mr. Yōdamaru, please restrain him, and ensure he is incapable of movement, while bringing him in here," he uttered calmly reaching into a pocket with a free hand, the other placed on the smooth steel metal place that Akira laid. Dânêl would slowly remove from his poncho a smooth slender cigarette before placing it upon his mouth taking in a deep breath while moving his hand back into the poncho. His lips placed with the cigarette, hazel eyes staring into space while removing a single match. "I guarantee perhaps, 80% you will regret that decision." he uttered once more, speaking cryptic as he flicked the match across Akira's boot, lighting the match while bringing the small piece of wood to the cigarette.

One guard would walk to Dânêl, hovering over Akira opening an eye, noticing the pupils were dilated. The guard would look to Dânêl as the man turned slightly, giving a little nod while inhaling the smoke of his cigarette. The guard would place his hands over the body of Akira as chakra began to glow. It would seem the guard was healing Akira, perhaps his internal organs as the electrical currents seem to be too strong for the man. " I went to bed at eight 8 'clock in the evening and wound up my clock and set the alarm to sound at nine 9 'clock in the morning. How many hours sleep would I get before being awoken by the alarm?" he uttered calmly taking the cigarette between his fingertips, asking once more, waiting for their reply. If the answer would be given or not.

Two guards on top would slowly walk over towards Yōdamaru. One would pull out a senbon and flick it towards Yōdamaru. If missed it would then be shot directly to Miku who would be the nearest one and in fact the one in the way of the shot as Yōdamaru would be second closest to the microphone and button. If struck, Yōdamaru would then feel sudden shock which would include delusion, mental shock, psychosis and the temporary loss of motor functions. If connected the two guards would take hold of Yasatori Yōdamaru's arms and escort him out of the room as the guard next to the door would simply open the door, giving enough room for the two guards to escort the man out. The two guards would then allow another pair of guards take hold of Yasatori Yōdamaru.

" Addo vir tenus animadverto magister **," spoke one of the guards to the other two as the two simply nodded, taking hold of the man, to drag him down the hallway.

As two of the guards would begin to bring Yasatori Yōdamaru downstairs, the two next to the boy would unstrap the lad, and take him out of the door from which he came from, still somewhat unconscious, incapable of moving.

Kyogi would continue to be dragged down the hall way perhaps about 20 meters before coming to a stop. The guards would then turn towards the dark shroud and ease into a complete black hallway (still green for Kyogi however.) There was no light what so ever in this hall way and the guards would continue to drag the young lad down for perhaps another 15 meters before coming to a complete stop. One Guard would hold his hand out muttering a word that did not seem audible as a seal would shine brightly a bright blue tint (still green for Kyogi however). A locking mechanism would be heard before the a door would slowly open.

Inside was a decent size room, perhaps the same size as the other room, however there were again no windows what so ever, except an amount of chairs sitting down. Not one chair was bolted this time. The room was completely white in color and Kyogi would simply be placed into the room before the door would close again leaving Kyogi inside. The locking mechanism could be heard yet again. It would be dangerous to assume Kyogi would be placed in an ordinary white room however.

Back to Yasatori Yōdamaru, the man if taken, he would be shackled down, hands and legs to ensure no handseals from the outside and be dragged down the hallways left and right. The man would also be moved through and into the shrouds, entering, and exiting into the light to ensure discombobulating assurance. (would take two questions worth of moving). If would first be moved about ten meters in, before turning left. He would be moved into the dark pitch black hallways (as if it matters with the all seeing Byakugan), for about 20 meters before turning right, then an immediate left again inside the hallways while reaching a door. He would then be moved into the door, and down a flight of different stairs going down one floor. After reaching the first floor he would then take another immediate right before going straight, moving another 20 meters, then another left, and and another right before reaching the final destination (if you need me to get more detail that's fine I can, however being unable to really move you won't be able to participate much till you get to the destination.)

The boy would look at Solus with a casual look. No intent of malice or ill content within his face as he parted his lips for a brief talk. The boy was always asked about the coffin but always gave the same answer to any man, woman or child. "The answer to why I have brought this coffin is because the coffin has always been with me for many year." he said gently, with no true emotion.

Those with the eyes of sight beyond sight would take notice to the coffin. Those with Byakugan and Chaos would be able to see the chakra emitting from the coffin. Mass amounts of Aura at that. The Byakugan however would not be able to see through the coffin. They may try however the moment they would try would suddenly be seeing themselves in an infinite series of times. This could perhaps be a precaution under those watchful eyes. The Byakugan however would see seals written within the coffin, hiding what was inside.

** Addo vir tenus animadverto magister - Bring him down to see the professor

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Giou would watch as the ninja would evacuate the room leaving just the rest of us dellusional people. He could see it on everyone. He could see it that many people had questioned what he did and what he believes in but who was Giou to blame it on these guys. He didn't care for them. He had a specific plan to be in store for these group.

He would raise himself up once more and walked to the microphone. This would probably the last time he would use this microphone. He would turn to the shinobi. " Do any of you want to say something or feel that they should say something?" Giou would need not to let them answer he would quickly break the microphone off the stand and walked over the the guards and outstretched his hand " Here so no one can use it" if someone was provoked enough by Giou actions then they would attack and be disqualified.


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[Solus]

"Really now? Most interesting." Solus would say, only half believing the boy. Yeah right, and the moon is just the sun at night, noone would drag around a coffin just for the hell of it. Whilst this happened two men would be removed from the room by the guards. This 'Kyogi' guy and the old geezer.

The guards spoke to eachother in a language Solus knew. Hand over the man to the instructor downstairs... Which instructor? Solus looked down upon the torturer. If they referred to him that meant that this guy was above the others as Magister could also mean school master, so.. was that guy a... teacher? Than this is a really weird school.

Solus sighed, this simulation was becoming reality for him as this old guy, Yasatori Yōdamaru, is his teammate. Though never put in action this guy is and was his teammate... To bad Solus wouldn't reward what he regarded as stupidity by endangering his own life, hopefully this guy had a strong god to help him."Stultorum infinitus numerus est, atque si vis amari, ama."* Solus would speak, not only expressing his opinion, but also to notice the guards to the fact that he understood their language.

Down there lightning was going all directions sprouting all directions as the torturer would ask his questions. In the room another guy was trying to own the micrphone, Solus couldn't care less unless that person would have something worthwile to say.

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The number of fools is infinite, and if you want to be loved, love yourself.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

And in an instant the deal was accepted. The Uchiha spoke his cryptic remarks before returning to the torture. More questions were posed and the screaming continued, images of the victims appearing all over the room. She cringed inwardly as she debated on grabbing her ear plugs and putting them to good use. Another point of interest was that the genin who had been ejected due to his attacks was still being subdued, hit by a type of poison and hit with some type of technique.

It was all happening so fast. As another question was posed another person would willing attempt to give his answer but was halted by a young girl. She spoke boldly of trust and worth, successfully halting the other ninja who attempted to answer. It was then that the decision was made that the elderly man would trade himself for the tortured mans son. He lectured once more on the job of a shinobi. Seeing beyond those limits. It was those limits that kept us alive as ninja and kept our villages in good working order. What a fool.

Her attention turned back to the male who asked to see her paper as he informed her they had the same question. What a stroke of luck. She eyed him carefully, unsure of how to continue. More speeches were made. They spoke off facts and duty. The leaf ninja gave her a cigarette and offered her a light which she accepted gratefully. The smoke curled around her lips and she glanced at the female. “Thank you,” she said softly. She liked this girl and her loud attitude. Kana hoped they would meet again in the exams, that they were destined to go further than this.

Another male voiced a question to the male carrying the coffin, asking what the point of that creation was. Kana had to admit he had a point, it was rather morbidly disturbing. Everyone was observing the scene with various reactions. Kana was not dead inside, it disturbed her. But it would not break her. She had been with so much in her life, this would not beat her.

The torturer replied to the kunoichi’s question now, leading Kana to listen intently. He spoke cryptically of being a tool, much like a shinobi was it seemed. He asked what we could withstand, could we watch this same thing against a friend or a family member? Could I? I sighed and closed my eyes for a long moment, letting the smoke from the cigarette fill my lungs and curl around my face as I exhaled. It was a horrible habit that I rarely exercised but this, this was not something I was used to handling, I need the vice to calm me.

The man who had traded himself for the child would be prepared for torture. Was this different now that it was someone I had met? He was one of our own, a competitor. No, I still didn’t know this man and he was still an obstacle to me getting my way. The force they were attempting to use to subdue a man who willing gave himself up seemed a little much though. They spoke in a foreign tongue as they attempted to finally get rid of the people who were either disqualified or trading themselves for an innocent captive. The boy with the coffin answered the question blankly and simply, as if it were obvious.

Another twist would come forth as a male came over to break the microphone off the stand. Surely such an action was not legal… and why was everyone speaking Latin? Her head was beginning to hurt. She continued to smoke her cigarette, promising to pay the girl back when they were out of here. There was no distracting herself now, not with the various images of the torturing around the room but there was still a hardened mental state to slip into. She wouldn’t break.

[Arashi -->"The Ghost"]

As Arashi strolled over across the room as his plan was to actually press the button and announce the answer so the captive would be set free but his plan was halted and stopped but an unknown kunochi who blocked his path. Then suddenly, more boring speeches were giving and announced as the group of shinobi hailed from various villages continue to argue and conversed among themselves about morals and what they believe both themselves and everyone else should do. Then he noticed that the room was split in half, one side favored the silent treatment while the other side favored giving away the answer.

As he was stopped by the kunochi, he thus began to think about what he was about to do but now, he wasn't exactly sure on if he should tell the answer or remain silent and keep it to himself. Disregarding and ignoring the kunochi who blocked his path, he would pace himself as he moved over to one of the front row seats , placing himself in better position to everything in case anything were to erupt and happen. As one shinobi was quickly disqualified for the use of force, another shinobi would for whatever stupid reason, sacrificed himself and replace one of the captives with his own life.

Everything in the room was happening so fast and at rapid pace, he wasn't sure on what he should do at this time, as he was divided on everything. He would remain silent and simply listen as they would begin to ask the boy who had showed up on why he has possession of a coffin. He realized that it was a good question, as no one would simply carry a coffin just for the hell of it but he simply waited to see the boy's respond would be. The main question was that can he stand here and watch a friend die, as it would easily be his friend or family if this was a real mission.

What would he do, and what would he say. Could he just stand here and let his friend or family member die or would he give up the answer and risk the secret village information for one person. Then suddenly, Arashi's ears would echo and everything in reality had become almost in slow motion as he heard the question that he has once again. Then in a great shock to him and surely the rest of the village shinobi, a Sand-nin would suddenly break the microphone off of the stand. Watching the Sand-nin's surprising action, it was quite obvious that it was an attempt to possibly provoke other shinobi and re-frame everyone from revealing the answers' to their question.

Would this action even be allowed, surely this would cause the Sand-nin to be disqualify as another form of force, to get an advantage and stop others from performing some kind of action . Surely after the microphone would be broken, he would remain silent as he couldn't answer even if he wanted to. Then he began to realize that the captives and the whole thought and process about them shouldn't stop him from passing this exam and continue on to hopefully become a shinobi.

As he realize would he could stand there and what his own friend die since he knew that people face death everyday. He knew that their was nobody that he could completely trust, since his village faces shinobi betraying and becoming missing-nin which was quite common in his village in the Land of Snow. Nonetheless, he would wait to see the reaction of others and wait to see what will happen to the Sand-nin.

[Kyogi]

Doctor Doctor give me the news

There was something wrong with is clone. He didn’t have to be there to know that. He had seen a needle inject into his clone as well as soon after some sort of jutsu should have been released on him to cause his clone to move into such panic. He could not here what was said but this defiantly wasn’t normal but this had all been planned for. Why do you think he had the seals inscribed upon his clone. Needing to think clearly now, the real kyogi would move away from one guard and move towards another by the pool chairs relaxing as he would direct his clone.

A white room no matter what the clone saw. The genjutsus would not affect the seals due to his mind was elsewhere. He would speak through the seal to snap some sense into his clone. ”Remember why you are here. We are going to win this thing in this room or a different one. Now put the M.P.G’s over the eye seal.” Being able to see through the M.P.G’s he would flicker it to heat sensor moving over every inch of the ground as well to make sure he would be able to see anything he could. After scanning through the room he would move onto his next plan. ”Something is hurting you I don’t know what calm your mind with medical ninjutsu.” Luckily the clones motor functions had come back even if it was under the affect of what had been scaring it. Forming through the handseals quickly Kyogi’s hand gathered chakra as he tapped his own forehead sending the signals into his brain to cut off any fear calming his mind he might still have to see things in green but he would not be afraid of it if all worked out well, not only that but he would know what the room looked like through his eye since he couldn’t trust his clone completely yet.

Juushi Kanwa (Stress Relief) [30]
Rank: C-rank
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Relaxes not the targets muscles, but the targets mind.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: Can cause temporary blackouts of past or fainting if overused or if chakra used is unbalanced and is sent to a different part of the brain. If used offensively this technique is almost impossible to use as it takes at least 10 seconds for blackouts to occur, and in this time, an opponent may easily escape.
Description: The user forms the required hand-seals, and with a sufficient, small amount of chakra, slides it up into on of their hands upon arrival turns into a faint mauve glow. The user then puts all his fingers down except his middle finger and pointing finger, tapping upon the middle of the target's forehead for about 5 seconds. This technique sends a signal to the brain, temporarily cutting off all fear able to be introduced to the current moment. This is used for calming any patients that may become hyper or afraid because of pain.
Limit: Limited to Ninja's who are Medical Specialists. Must know Suji Rirakkusu (Muscle Relaxation).

[gaaraofthesand]

The forfeit of my own life had been accepted; the boy was released. It seemed he would carry out, true to the virtue of honesty. I hadn't doubted this mans words, as I sincerely hoped he would stay the course in regards to the sacrifice. It was over now, the terms were set in stone, and I was gladly accepting the punishing reward. High chances of death now; my life in the hands of a criminal didn't seem to invoke optimism in me. Someone who enjoyed the scenery of pain through a perplexing manner such as torture was not very bliss. However, the thought of the boy being released was one to improve spirits in a sense.

I would bow my heads as the guards began making their way towards me to bind me from any form of trickery that I had placed up my sleeves, however, my sleeves were empty. My true intention for the sacrifice was not a plan of thievery, as I was purely fulfilling my duty as a Shinobi to save the life of an innocent through no retribution. The ultimate sacrifice:death. The actions the guards took to restrain me were a bit forceful. Unnecessary actions were at hand, as they released a metal object directly towards me. I would realize here that they were expecting me to make some form of defensive maneuver to dodge the attack, but seeing how the previous Genin whom attempted to take hostile strides was subdued and disqualified. I was not here to be disqualified, I was here to die proud, for the sake of another.

I would bow my head, closing my eyes as the Byakugan would become dormant within. The metal tip would pierce me, distributing a shock into my system, sending me into a euphoric state of mind. My vision blurred, green all around, my senses were entirely off, but, I was not requiring use for them anymore, and would feel no form of fear (for I knew the events that would take place following this). Falling to the floor, my slipper hat would cover my face. My hands would be tucked deeply into my pockets, and I would lay entirely still. From a glance, it would appear as if I had simply fallen asleep, but it was quite more serious than that. Sleep was the result, however, I was on the brink of losing consciousness, and before I knew it, my eyes shut. I knew when I would wake up, pain would be my future.

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[Kvasir]

I looked around the room and attempted to find anything that could possibly be of use for a rescue strategy in order to save the people being tortured; nothing. I would remain alert, something would happen that could be of use since so many different things where happening; something had to happen. It would be then that I'd hear something through the voices, honing in on the voice as much as possible I'd confirm what it had said "Take the boy, get him out of here and put him in a holding cell till further notice." It was the one who offered to replace the victims below, this was an opening in the nearly impossible defense of rescuing the victims!

*Whhiii!* I'd whistle, calling my ferret Kaito to me from wherever he had been searching from. He had apparently found nothing, else he would have already contacted me. I'd form several handsigns and touch Kaito as he came close to me, turning the small animal invisible from all sight. "Kaito" I spoke quietly to the ferret as it stood in front of me. "Follow that man being taken out." *Yam!* I'd also point to the one being taken out, Yasatori Yōdamaru though I didn't know his name, and Kaito would bark in acknowledgment of his task. The invisible ferret would then move quickly and skillfully towards the door as it opened; as the man would be taken out Kaito would follow with them, invisible from sight and as quiet as... a ninja.

Following this, I would form more handsigns, drawing on my chakra and placing my hand on the ground in front of the chair I sat on. The chakra would link my vision and hearing to my ferret's, anything he would see as he followed the man into the room below would be seen by me. I hoped that this would give me the answer to ending this cruel section of the Chuunin Exams; I would find a way to both save the victims and retain the information I had been given! I was not just a ninja, I was a Cloud Ninja damnit!

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Invisibility
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: The creature or object touched becomes invisible, vanishing from sight, even from darkvision.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: The Jutsu ends if the subject attacks any creature. If the user who performs the technique attacks, the invisibility sphere ends.
Description: The creature or object touched becomes invisible, vanishing from sight, even from darkvision. If the recipient is a creature carrying gear, that vanishes, too. If the user casts the jutsu on someone else, neither you nor your allies can see the subject, unless those are capable of seeing through Genjutsu. Items dropped or put down by an invisible creature become visible; items picked up disappear if tucked into the clothing or pouches worn by the creature. Light, however, never becomes invisible, although a source of light can become so (thus, the effect is that of a light with no visible source). Any part of an item that the subject carries but that extends more than 10 feet from it becomes visible. Of course, the subject is not silenced, and certain other conditions can render the recipient detectable (such as stepping in a puddle). Actions directed at unattended objects do not break the Jutsu. Causing harm indirectly is not an attack. Thus, an invisible being can open doors, talk, eat, climb stairs, summon monsters and have them attack, cut the ropes holding a rope bridge while enemies are on the bridge, remotely trigger traps, open a portcullis to release attack dogs, and so forth.
Limit: Must know Glamor Perception, Must know Limited Invisibility

Stolen Sight
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: For the duration of this technique, the user is capable of seeing, and hearing what the target sees or hears.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: User must have their hand down along the ground.
Description: The user performs their handseals and places their hands along the ground transfering their chakra through the ground to the targets that may be around. One at a time the user is capable of seeing certain targets. When the user performs this technique they are capable of seeing and hearing by the person that is infected. Depending on the Class level of this technique depends on the user's capability in distance the user is capable of performing this technique. The user is capable of hiding while performing this technique. When the user is a "D" Class warrior they are capable of performing this technique within a distance of thirty meters. For ever class level the user is higher then that of "D" class the distance increases by fifteen meters.
Limit: Must know Phantasm Perception of Genjutsu

[Miku]

The guards attacked the shinobi who had bargained to trade a life for a life, but the course of the attack was too much of a close call to Miku, so she decided to step back a bit in order to not be the next target. This time she pondered on the guy had said from below her, and wondered what her next course of action be. Could she handle seeing her comrades be tortured, or even die? Should she give up her answer in attempts to save them? It was a really tough decision, and while she tried to analyze the situation, the other shinobi who had apologized earlier to the people being tortured, had smashed the microphone so no one can use it. What the hell was going on...and what would happen now?

[Raiel Kaguya]

Raiel continued to sit in her seat, opening her eyes briefly for the time that they were being talked to and watching the people get brought in. Yes, it was horrible to see that they were being tortured. But the fact was, they needed to not give information. The problem with that was that by giving information for questions that were not your own, you would send others out. Did that mean they were disqualified or not? That was hard to say. But Raiel could care less. She opened her paper briefly, looking to see the first few words on hers so she would recognize the question should it be said before pocketing the paper, closing her eyes once more and simply listening to everything.

She opened her eyes once more when the one man started talking about giving up his own life. Would Raiel stop him? No, she would not. Granted, she didn't feel he was completely stupid. And when he stated that he was going to save the boy, she actually smiled just a bit. To save a child from near certain death is definately a good thing. Children are the future of the world. The adults had already lived their lives and done what they needed. But the boy still had a life to lead. She was just slightly saddened when she heard the man say to take the boy to the holding cell. She had hoped that he would be released, but there was little she could do. She proceeded to close her eyes once more.

Constant bickering back and forth had just started to irritate Raiel and she finally felt the need to speak. Her eyes wouldn't open while she did so, but she did need to speak something. Whether they listened or not, that wasn't up to her. But she felt the need to bring something to the attention of the rest of these people. "Stop all your talk about morals... It doesn't matter what your morals are, because they differ from that of the person down there. Think about it in terms of an actual mission. You have the information needed to save your friends or family from almost certain death. Say you can't stand it anymore and you give it up. Do you honestly think that the person who is torturing them will let them go, or let you go for that matter? If so... Then the torturer would have to be one of the most stupid people I will have ever heard of. Yes, it is sad to hear or see the torture of these people. But in the end, I highly doubt there is anything any of us can do to try and save any of them..."

With those words said, all with her eyes closed, sitting in the chair, arms and legs crossed, Raiel could care less what other people said in opposition to her words. It was the truth and there was little anything could do to change it. Even the man who sacrificed himself had a sacrifice that was in vain for the boy was not released, merely moved to another holding area for other purposes later on. It was the sad truth, but the truth of the matter nonetheless. Raiel continued to wait to a point where she was needed to respond to anyone, or do something else.

[lwqbulb]

The shinobi that had traded his life for a boy seem be taken down with unnecessary force, much to the sight of me. I don't think he is wrong in his decision making but he aren't right either. But I shouldn't question him as I myself could not see what is just in this cruel world filled with selfish shinobi. And I am not sure whether I am one of them. Being me, I wouldn't sacrifice myself to a unknown stranger unless it is someone that is close to me like Daisy. I was not comfortable to decide whether the prisoners should live or not but even I if I want to be a good person now I was too late as my answer had passed.

Did I do the right thing? Would my parents be proud of me? My dad was also a ninja once but I am sure he would be against me in participating in this exams where lives are loss in a mere answer. Seeing the sacrificial man being taken away was tough but I knew I had to do something other than sitting here and chewing gum. Slowly, a group of ants would secretly crawl towards the side of this room to make cover and with the help of their tiny build, it wouldn't be easy to spot them, though I may be wrong. Crawling out of this room the army would follow the man being taken out secretly in order to get some insights of this creepy building where secrets of saving the prisoner could be found. Wait, am I helping out some unknown people? That isn't me. I am just being curious. That's all. Yeah, I am not so just. I was suppose to be a bully. Yes, I am just curious afterall.

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Arishu Kamei (Ant Lord’s Command)
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: Allows the user to control the ants contained within their armor.
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: The user, through bonding with the ants within their armor, learns to direct them via subtle impulses in their chakra, causing the ants to obey their commands.
Limit: Must be of the Arishu Clan.

[👺 Usiel]

A guard went to move in order to stop the one known as Giou, but the boy with the coffin just rose his hand up giving a little signal. A bow of respect came after the guard as he moved back into his place. Another would move a hand up to his intercom to allow Dânêl what had happened, but again the boy simply rose a hand up signaling the guard to be back in post. All was quiet the moment before the words of Solus echoed the room.

The guard who spoke his words narrowed his eyes some as he shook his head in a sign of disappointment from within him. Hard to believe that a man actually understood the language of ancient life, especially now in this day of age. It was however good to see someone actually knew. The guards were now on guard as to what they were to say from here on out. The comment of Solus rang in the boy's ears as he thought for a brief moment. If one was to read his body language they would notice in fact that the boy was speaking truth. It has nearly always been with him, and for good reason. The reason however was hidden, and shall forever stay that way.

Within the white room where Kyogi resided in was absolutely silent. Nothing was actually happening other then the notice that the room was sound proof as well. The man would see everything with his normal eyes, and see no heat along the walls either other then the bright lights that shined above.

The ferret that belonged to Kiyoshi would begin to follow Yōdamaru through the passage way. (explained through other post). The ferret would have to be quiet for an amount of time, and for quite awhile before Yōdamaru would reach the destination that was needed.

Raiel spoke truth in all honesty in the boy's mind as he adjusted his stance slightly eyeing her, seeing her speak. He eyed the young one before he reached into his jacket. Pulling out a pad and pen he began to write a few things down, slowly looking back up to certain few here and there. His attention span was absolute as he watched carefully before placing the pad and pen back into his jacket before noticing something out of the corner of his eye. Eyes looking he noticed the army of ants walking out of the room. Who wouldn't notice in all honesty. It was a small group of ants. Especially within the light they were in. The boy stayed quiet however, as if never noticing such a thing.

Down in the room, Dânêl stood quiet for a brief moment. No answer to his comments, no back talk. It was somewhat odd. He quickly shrugged it off as he then slowly parted his lips, speaking out once again. "A farmer had 17 sheep. All but 9 died. How many live sheep were left?" he uttered calmly asking the question.

The man quickly spoke out answering, yelling out the word "9!!" in his own desperate desire to stop what was happening to him.

"Oh sir, I'm sorry but you are not the one to be answering these questions," Dânêl said calmly before giving a little smile gently tapping on Akira's head.

Akira quickly shook his head glaring at Dânêl now through his dark glasses. "Why will you not stop," he uttered in dispise.

"Please sir, it is my job. I mean no harm or foul in this. However as I said before, blame those of ninja, and the Kages all alike. They are the ones who put you here. They are the ones that are of blame." he calmly spoke out once again before placing a hand against the steel table as a strong electrical shock surged through his fingertips, leaving Akira to speak one word.

"Bastards!!!!!!!"

With Yōdamaru, he would continue to be moved along. He was half way by now to get to the main destination that was needed. Only a matter of time before he will meet his one mistake.

[Molokai]

Toru's ears perked, his mind flashing through his memories as the words formed in the air before him. A question, identical to the one on his paper, now hung tensely in the air. This was the moment of truth, would the other who possessed his question attempt to answer it? Or would he merely be allowed to continue sitting calmly until the next was asked? The answer to the question was painfully obvious, which meant that any one of the bleeding hearts club could get up and answer as if it were their own. This presented a severe problem, as the ones he could only consider his enemies dominated the room.

There was only one way to effectually do this, and that was to remain as nonchalant as possible while still moving to press the button. Would he answer? He hoped he wouldn't have to, but in the event somebody started moving toward the pedestal with the clear intent of speaking the answer, he wouldn't have a choice. His flytrap covered his body up to the shoulders, which meant that not even those with ocular techniques would see the handseals formed beneath it. The slip of paper containing the question became flooded with his chakra and moved about at his silent command.

It slipped below the tables and chairs, unnoticeable amid the confusion of the debate, and stealthily made it's way toward the button. Once it arrived, it would quickly ascend up the side that faced away from the rest of the crowd and hover very near the button. Should somebody move to answer, he would command the paper to press the button and he would shout his answer from his seat, thus disqualifying his opponent. Similarly, if nobody attempted to answer, it would do nothing and they would merely have to move on. Either way, Toru was confident that his safety was assured.

Could this be considered use of force? Not at all. He wasn't holding anyone back from answering the question, he was merely safeguarding his ability to answer it first if it came to such things. The rules were no use of force to prevent someone from answering, but said nothing about using Ninjutsu to facilitate providing the answer.

But what of the microphone the Sand ninja removed? Did that change anything? Would his proclamation of the answer still get his counterpart disqualified, despite the distinct lack of microphone in which to speak? Only time would tell at this point, since this turn of events clearly wasn't expected in the Committee's game plan. Chances are, they were hard at work inventing a rule on the spot, so until they were done Toru figured it was anybody's game.

But regardless of whether or not it would still count; as long as his counterpart didn't attempt to answer, Toru wouldn't attempt to answer. Although it would be more beneficial to remove one more person from the competition, in this case he found it wiser to remain mostly anonymous, lest he become a person of interest of the other contestants. Thus, with decidedly more interest than before, he watched the other participants and tried to guess what their next move would be.

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Paper Manipulation A rank
Dancer's Grace B rank [passive]