Kozan's Genin Exam

Kozan woke up early that morning, ready to go for his exam. He knew all his material, and was now strong enough to be able to handle the physical duties that were required as a ninja. He arrived at the room that was designated for the exam, and waited for a proctor. Hopefully, one would arrive soon...

The examiner entered the room carefully, her cautious eyes flicking this way an that. People told her she was the lucky one, that of the upheaval and then reformation Kumo had gone though, her life was the one relatively unaltered. Then why did she feel as though she was playing at living rather than living? Why was it that wherever she went, eyes followed her but vanished the moment she turned her head? She had learned to deal with it though, deal with it by keeping her head down and never asking any questions lest she end up on a pike in the fields too. No, the only questions she now asked were of her students, and only standard ones at that.

"Please explain and perform the transformation and clone jutsu to the best of your knowledge," she mumbled, not meeting the new candidate's gaze.

(800 words and you're good to go)

The proctor looked some kind of loser. Was she from Kiri? He had heard that there were some spectacular deadbeats there. At any rate, it seemed that she had requested that he explain and perform the two jutsu that he had just learned this past week. Fantastic; with such recent information in his mind, he could easily pass this test. Hmph, how convenient. Well, which one to do first? As it was, he knew both pretty well. Maybe he should start with the hardest one. The transformation jutsu was the one that had taken him the longest to learn, so he may as well start with that one.
"The transformation tech, to begin with, works on the basis that chakra can be used to change one's form, which can be used for a variety of things, including infiltration and information gathering. It's supposed to be one of the more difficult jutsu to perform, due to that fact that it requires the ninja performing it to output chakra constantly. However..."
However, I can perform it without any effort at all, unlike those inferior assholes in the academy, with their strange senses of self-entitlement, was what Kozan was thinking at that moment.
However, none of this was said out loud, and neither was it expressed in any outward way to the stupid, seemingly wrecked proctor. She must have been some kind of whore before she became a ninja or something. What a loser.
He began to perform the three handseals required for the jutsu. Dog, then boar, then ram. He performed them much faster than when he had trained the jutsu, going at near maximum speed. It wasn't that he wanted to overtly impress this douche proctor, it was merely that he wanted to get this thing over with. It was annoying, and took up time that he could be using to train.
It was clear by now that the jutsu would succeed, as he had a definite form in mind and was already moving chakra at a pleasant rate through his system. Yes... this would almost certainly be a success. The handseals being finished, he would cast the jutsu, the chakra overlaying him and changing his form. He felt his externals changing, as was normal with the jutsu. In a bit, he found that he had turned into one of the desks in a room. With a puff of smoke, he released the jutsu and returned to normal.
"Simple."
The word would be spoken, its importance emphasized by the context that had just been spoken: that this jutsu was one of the more difficult to perform. As it was, however, Kozan was skilled to the point where he had done it with little effort at all.
Now, the next technique was the clone one. Kozan had learned this and gotten it down pretty well a while ago, but one never knew. He ran through it again in his mind for about a millisecond before actually beginning to speak to the sloppy proctor.
"The clone jutsu is only useful if your opponent is exceptionally imperceptive and or stupid." He began to perform the three hand seals necessary for this jutsu as well while he was speaking, more slowly to emphasise them. However, even though this wouldn't be done as quickly, the deliberate and smooth movements of his fingers indicated that he knew these handseals as well as any other. No... better than any other. The other kids in the academy could barely even reach the level he was at. Obviously, he was the best. If this proctor didn't realize it, then she must be even more retarded than he had first thought.
Once again, he felt the chakra rush through him.
"The jutsu creates two identical images of the user. However, these mimic the user's movements, and do not produce sound, making it obvious that they are not real." This was true, and any experienced ninja knew it. Did the proctor know this? Probably, if she was the one who had been selected to do this exam. Such a conclusion was only logical.
At any rate, the jutsu having been initiated, the chakra would rush out of his body, ready and willing to obey his mental commands. The two images would appear beside him and resolve into the two clones as prescribed. Kozan raised a hand slightly, and the clones did the same.
"Like so."
With that, he would disperse the clones in two varying puffs of smoke. Well, Kozan thought he himself had done splendidly. However, that was up to the proctor, wasn't it. Had she even been paying attention this whole time? Kozan hoped so, as he didn't want to have to deal with a shitty proctor and a shitty day.
At this point, he was finished, and waited patiently.
[800 WC, exam complete]

"Well done," the examiner praised. Had times been different she would have shook his hand, asked if he needed any help or if he needed anything else before leaving. But it was clear kindness had no place in this new Kumo.

"Good luck," she simply stated, handing him his headband. "I hope to see you well." And not on a pike somewhere.

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