Niran's Genin Exam

Fri Jan 27, 2017 7:11 am

Niran stepped into the class room and took a seat in the back of the class, his huge frame easily towering over most of the people who were 15 or younger in the room. He sat at the desk quietly, waiting for the proctor to arrive to issue the exam so that he could arise to the rank of genin and gain more power than he possessed now. He was planning on taking a small trip to train outside the village when he became a genin and so he was very much looking forward to the promotion so that he could get away from the crowded village for a bit. As the clock ticked on he reviewed what he might need to know for the exam 'Clone, Transformation..various facts about the village' He listed off as the minutes ticked by. He was anxious for the examination to start so he could see if he learn more powerful techniques. He fought the urge to put his head on his hand, as that would be in poor taste for the exams.

Fri Jan 27, 2017 2:19 pm

A voice awoke him from his stupor, his arms flailing about on his desk, knocking over half finished bottles of whisky. "Huh, what? Oh yeah, come in." The man would stumble to his feet, his left arm holding onto the desk as though to support him.

"Um, the two jutsu.. uh...Transformation I think? and the basic clone jutsu, do those and *hic* you're good, you'll be a genin then."

(Perform the 2 jutsu in 800 words or more)
[Blatantly stolen from Den, GG boiz.]

Fri Jan 27, 2017 3:25 pm

Niran looked at the man he had somehow missed on the desk. The stench of whiskey wafted throughout the air the man who must have been his proctor awoke in a drunken daze and fought to manage to keep himself upright with the assistance of the desk. Niran smirked as he’d been there himself. He knew the feeling all too well and cocked an eyebrow at all of the whiskey bottles. He’d raise an eyebrow at the blatant disregard for everything but shrugged, all powerful shinobi had their quirks. He was certain he’d be the same when he reached that level. He’d not his head and keeping quiet as the proctor spoke, listening to the given instructions before closing his eyes and taking a small breath. “Understood..” He would say simply before he moved to stand before the proctor. There was no point in standing across the room after all. As he got closer however his nose scrunched up at the smell of the whiskey and he shrugged. “One moment..” He would say before walking over to a window and opening it before stepping next the proctor and holding the half tiger seal. He’d then spray out a small stream of fire to eat up the oxygen in the air as it was replaced with new, fresh, clean air from the outside world. He’d then stand before the man again, about two meters away and take in a deep breath. “Much better..” He would say before nodding his head to the proctor to signify that he was ready and then gathered his chakra within him he molded it into the necessary measurements and performed the hand seals in a quick and efficient fashion, as if they had been practiced many times before. Suddenly a poof of smoke occurred, which quickly dissipated due to the open window and an exact copy of the man standing before him appeared, complete with haggard appearance and slightly drunk stumble. That was just the sell the act of course. He would dismiss the technique as quickly as he performed it, the smoke poofing outward to signify his return to his normal form. He would then get a fun little idea to mess with the clearly drunk man and nod his head in confidence. He would then breeze through the hand seals again and perform the same transformation technique as before. Appearing before the man as himself again, hoping to confuse him a little bit in his drunken state. He would then breeze through a different set of hand hand seals, causing a few exact duplicates of the man to appear into existence around him. Every single one of them would have a stumble to their step, a slightly haggard appearance and confusion in their eyes. He’d fight the grin and manic gleam from appearing in his eyes. He didn’t need his other personality to show through right now. But he certainly hoped this would teach the man a bit of a lesson about getting extravagantly drunk, in a classroom, before a genin exam. That HE was proctoring. He dispelled the simple illusions and stood before the man awaiting his evaluation. He wasn’t nervous in the slightest as he had done exactly as he had been asked to do. Instead, while he let the man gather his wits he would consider his plans for after the exams. He had already intended to head out to the caves in the surrounding mountains to train himself extensively on the various bandit and raider groups that used them as hiding places. He wasn’t worried about missing ninja as the caves were far too close to the village for them to be comfortable. He intended to return the village after he’d become strong enough to give any of these genin and maybe a few chunins a good run for their money. Granted based on the local ‘talent’ this time around he didn’t think he’d have many issues with that goal. He actually intended to leave this afternoon if he could manage it as he wanted to become powerful as quickly as possible so that he could gain the respect and admiration of those around him. After these thoughts ran through his head he’d begin counting the bottles on the floor, the whiskey that was still in many of them having already spilled out on the floor. ‘At least I got rid of the smell..’ He thought as he counted. ‘21….22..23...24...25?! Jesus how is this idiot not dead?...’ He’d think to himself before shaking off the thought. It would make sense for shinobi’s to have high tolerance in general and the stronger ones, with the stronger chakra would have an even higher tolerance. He’d then look at the proctor, having figured he might make eye contact right after the drunken man had gained his wits to give the verdict, and if he looked like a fool, who cared?

Sat Jan 28, 2017 11:59 pm

The drunken man watches the boy open the window and begin to breathe fire, viewing this as showing off and being a smart ass the proctor would shout in his drunken state to hurry up. Still holding onto the desk to keep himself up he watches the little shit walk away from him, and transform into himself, a few moments later preforming the clone jutsu. Viewing all of the clones of himself he has a moment where he mumbles "I could out drink you all..." After that bit of confusion and realizing that it is still the kid that walked in here wanting to be a genin he shrugs grabbing a bottle throwing it at the boys head "Here's your head band, now leave me to my drinking!" The man slurs as he grabs one of the many headbands on the table turning it upside down as he attempts to drink it while slumping down into his chair.

(Approved Mal only needs to grab one of the headbands and leave*

Sun Jan 29, 2017 3:49 pm

Niran would move his head to the side to dodge the flying bottle of whiskey that was screaming for his head before shaking his head. He'd then proceed to step up to the table to take one of the gleaming Kumogakure headbands that was adorning it. He'd then tie it off around his arm, making sure the headband wasn't turned in such a way that he the symbol was facing away before giving a polite bow to the proctor, no matter how drunk he was, and leaving.

*Putting 15 stat points on stats page*

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