Caesar's Gennin Exam [Flashback]

Young Caesar walks up to the large academy building, grinning like a fool. Today is his ninth birthday, but this is not the most special occasion on this day. Today, his birthday coincides with the annual academy gennin exams, where the instructors put their students through a test to see if they are worthy of rising to the next level of shinobi and becoming gennin. This day is all that Caesar has been preparing for and thinking about for months, it is all that he really has cared about. He has lost count of the hours and days that he has spent perfecting his basic academy techniques. Today it is Caesar’s chance to put all of that hard work and training to use, to show the proctor of the exam his true talent and rise to the level of gennin. Caesar grins, adjusting his clothing. He has dressed up for the day, wearing a brand new suit and tie that he bought with his own money. Today was a very special occasion, and Caesar wants to look nice for it. He swaggers into the building and through the doors, taking a seat in the very front row of the classroom. He leans back in his chair, taking up a ‘cool’ posture whilst waiting for the proctor to arrive. His classmates gaze at the powerful Caesar in awe. He is the most powerful of them all, and they look up to him as a superior. Caesar hopes that he is called first, so that he can show his classmates what he is really made of and set high standards. Caesar twiddles his thumbs in anticipation of the arrival of the proctor. He is very excited...

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The door cracked open and the Sensei walked in, the sight was a strange one, the Instructors hair slightly disheveled small patches of marker visible on his face which shows clear annoyance, he softly mumbles something about 'Stupid pranking tree huggers' before he stops his shoulders straightening as he gives his temporary students an appraising stare..today was a special day today for these students, today would be the day they were to become Genin...or spend another year flopping around learning the basics...made no real difference too this man...he had planning to do.

"Caesar" He calls ", Your up first." He says sternly his eyes showing annoyance and a lack of patience it's clear he wants this done quickly "Perform the Basic Three to my standards." He finishes waiting his eyes flicking towards the clock every so often.

[Type up an 800 Word post performing the Henge, Kawarimi and the Bunshin technique]

Hearing his name called, Caesar confidently struts to the front of the class, a smile stretches from ear to ear on his face. He has been waiting for this day for awhile now, waiting to show off how truly good he is to his instructors, and classmates alike. Caesar rolls his neck, it cracks a few times. He stands in place, stretching his arms and legs, taking a bit of time to review the academy jutsu in his head. Caesar then stands up straight, forming a few hand seals as he does so. He closes his eyes, envisioning himself in his head. He is a small, young boy, standing at a mere 4 feet 6 inches. He has brown hair, trimmed very short in a boyish manner. His face has many masculine features, such as high cheekbones, a long straight nose, and a chiseled jaw, but also has some feminine features, such as full lips, almond shaped eyes, and long, dark eyelashes. Thinking of this, channeling his chakra throughout his whole body, he imagines a carbon copy of himself standing side by side with the real him in his mind. A blue aura surrounds Caesar as his chakra courses through his body. With a poof of white smoke, an identical copy of Caesar forms directly next to him, standing at the same height, wearing the same clothes, and sharing the same features. Caesar opens his eyes and grins, looking over at the clone, who is also grinning. The two Caesars nod to each other before the clone is dispersed by Caesar with a poof of white smoke. His classmates applaud their friend, his friends shout words of encouragement into the air. Caesar lets out a slight chuckle, encouraged by his classmates enthusiastic words. HE rolls his neck and stretches his limbs once more, mentally preparing himself for the second jutsu. This was his favorite, and his signature technique, the Transformation Technique. It was not particularly useful, as many skilled shinobi can detect a transformation, but Caesar liked to be able to play pranks on people and turn into whatever he wanted; this ability filled him with a sense of freedom. Caesar slowly and purposefully moves his hands together, forming the ram hand sign. While he does this, he sums up his proctor and his appearance. The man is rugged and masculine. He wears normal shinobi attire, with a jonin flack jacket covering the under armor. For some reason, he has marker on his face, which is quite odd. The man’s face is very masculine, boasting a square jaw, high cheekbones, a cleft chin, and bushy eyebrows. A long, somehow elegant scar stretches from the center of the man’s forehead, to the left side of his chin in a crescent shape. Caesar closes his eyes, preparing a mental image of this man in his head. The image of the man is burned into his mind, he focuses his chakra to surround his body, to take on the form of this man. With immense concentration on Caesar’s part, the jutsu is performed flawlessly. with a poof of white smoke, Caesar transforms into the gennin exam proctor. Everything about him is the same as the man. Same hair, same facial features, same clothes, same scar, same marker on his face, same everything. Caesar grins, examining his new, temporary body. He aims a few punches and kicks towards the air, making sure he can still function while this jutsu is active. Upon figuring out that he can, he transforms back into his original self with another poof of white smoke. Caesar rolls his shoulders, ready to perform the final technique. He forms a few hand seals, getting ready to perform the substitution jutsu. This is probably the easiest jutsu that the class has learned so far, a complete idiot could more or less pull it off. Caesar glances at a training dummy in the corner, it is roughly his size. Caesar grins, this should be easy. Once the hand seals are formed, Caesar substitutes with the dummy in a poof of white smoke. The dummy takes up the location that Caesar was just in, while Caesar switches places with the dummy, ending up in the corner of the room. Caesar grins, marveling at the simplicity of the technique and at the ease with which he could perform it. Although this was the easiest of the three basic techniques, Caesar knows that this is also the most useful, something that he will be able to incorporate into his strategies in battle; it is truly an invaluable technique. Caesar walks back over to where he was, leaning against the dummy that is now in the location. His classmates go wild. They are all cheering and clapping for the most popular kid in the class. They knew that he could do it, they had great faith in Caesar and he had fulfilled their expectations. Caesar had set the bar high for his classmates, being picked first out of all of them, but this was a good thing, he knew that they would only be stronger if they were pushed to new levels. Caesar looks into the crowd, smiling and waving in a slightly cocky manner. However, his classmates do not care, they like Caesar and look up to him as a superior, they want to be just like him. Caesar turns back around, gazing at the bored looking proctor expectantly. He crosses his fingers at his sides, hoping, praying, that he passed the exams. There is not really a doubt in his mind that he did, but the suspense is still getting to him. Caesar had practiced so hard for these exams. Not only had he worked extremely hard in school, receiving the best marks in his class, but he had spent countless days staying late and training as hard as he could. It seems like the past few years of his life have been completely dedicated to training. Caesar looks up at the ceiling, awaiting the verdict. He hopes that his hard work has payed off...

[TWC = 1,010]

Approved Genin Rank Achieved

Caesar smiles as the proctor informs him that he passes. The class goes even more wild than before, eagerly applauding their hero. Caesar walks up tot the proctor’s desk, claims his Sunagakure headband, and walks out. He takes a step into the sand outside, the hot desert sun gleaming off of the metal forehead protector of his headband. Caesar contemplates how he should wear the headband. Should he wear it around his ehad like many people did? Or should he develop his own custom style? Caesar decides to be a trendsetter rather than a trend follower. He ties the headband around his waist, wearing it as a belt. Not only does this way look much more badass, but Caesar feels that it is more practical and comfortable as well. Caesar swaggers off into the distance, heading home to inform his mother and father of the great news...

[Exit, thanks Mina]