Mizuki's Genin Exams

Mizuki sat at the back of the room in the academy classroom, waiting patiently for a proctor to call her. The exam did not worry her, as the jutsu she was to be using were trivial, almost effortless to preform. She would have taken it a bit more seriously, but she no longer really has a need to ensure that she passes, since she now had a place to sleep besides the streets. Still, she needed to continue this profession to increase her skills as a ninja. So, she would patiently wait for the proctor to arrive.

A man enters the classroom his face stern but his eyes wild, bald and covered in scars he works his way to the front of the desk and hunches over it he palms banging onto the desk harshly as he begins to grin reading through the student directory...Another simple denizen of the Volcano village...In other words another raving maniac...in reach of small children at all times...HOW FUN!
He chuckles in a rasp after a moment and calls out "Miiizuki Kaihaku...You're up." He says with a snicker and a slight hacking cough before he states "Perform the Bunshin, Kawarimi and the Henge for me." He states his eyes widening and watching.

[800 Words of performing all three, good luck.]

Mizuki watched the proctor enter the room, noticing the emotion that was clear on his face, stern and crazy. His mannerisms are noticeably hunched, and give away his age almost as well as the scars and bald head did. She assumed that almost everybody in this village was insane in some way or another. It was almost a requirement, it seemed. Mizuki wondered if it was very efficient to allow someone like this to teach children, but seeing as they allowed her, a cannibal, into the academy in the first place, She figured she couldn’t argue with it. Then again, nobody really knew about that yet… As these thoughts ran through her mind, she almost failed to notice the proctor calling her up to preform her jutsu. They obviously wanted to get the most skilled out of here and where they rightfully belonged first, which is why she was not surprised in the slightest by this fact. Mizuki nodded at the proctor’s orders to call her up, getting out of her chair and walking down in front of him.. Time to get this over with. His orders were exactly as she expected, preform three basic jutsu
 
First, she would use the Kawarami, or substitution jutsu, which was arguably the most tactically useful of the three. She preferred this over the substitution jutsu because her inability to create proper facial expressions usually gave her away. She focused her attention on a nearby desk, deciding that would be the target of her substitution. A few quick hand seals would be preformed as Mizuki vanished in a puff of smoke, being replaced by the desk one of her fellow students was sitting at, much to his surprise and anguish, as he had been leaning onto the desk, and was now face down on the floor, with Mizuki standing on top of him to boot. Most considered this gesture rude, Mizuki merely wondered why he wore clothes that were so easily stained by the mud on the bottoms of her feet.
 
Next, to further capitalize on that student’s misery, Mizuki would use Henge no Jutsu to transform into him, although her depiction of him was off slightly, due to the fact that she couldn’t see his face, and he was currently sprawled out on the floor. Still, it was a convincing display, for even the footprints on his back from Mizuki’s substitution display were there. The face, however, was a less impressive depiction, as the boy was pushed into the floor, his face appeared misshapen and warped. The boy, having enough of Mizuki standing on him, pushed the girl off, knocking her to the floor. How rude. Mizuki slowly got to her feet, planning to maybe bash the boy’s head in with a rock later, before realizing her form was off. Quickly, hoping the proctor had not noticed, she would preform the jutsu again, this time correcting her apparent mistake on the part of the boy’s face. She now was a perfect replica of the boy, the only difference being the calm, uncaring expression on her (his?) face, as opposed to the boy’s rage filled glare. To demonstrate further how skilled she was with this technique, she would then transform into the proctor, copying his balding head and scarred face flawlessly, although his crazed mannerisms were lost from Mizuki, who neither had the ability nor the patience to act out his clear insanity. She might be docked points for that…
 
Finally was the clone technique, which in itself, had little tactical use, seeing as it only generated two clones that mimicked your actions. Still, perhaps it could throw off an opponent’s aim in a pinch. So, after dispelling the transformation she had preformed, Mizuki would make another set of hand signs, a pair of clones being generated, one on either side of her. She would raise one arm, the clones copying her movement. She figured she’d have to do a bit more then that to prove she had control. She would begin to move her arm, making a wave motion with her right one, while the left continued the motion when the right one finished. She raised one leg, and the clones both did the same, mimicking her movements flawlessly. After a few minutes of various movements with the clones, most consisting of simple gestures like waving and stretching, she would dispel the clones, staring intently at the proctor.

”Patient. Was my performance adequate, or do I require more demonstration?” She would ask, patiently waiting for her proctor’s answer, which would decide her fate, whether she stayed an academy student or advanced to genin rank would be determined right now. Mizuki was not that worried, she had displayed substantial mastery of her basic ninjutsu. All that was left now was the proctor’s verdict on whether she had preformed well enough or not.

(WC: 808)

[Approved for Genin Rank.]