Yurei's Gennin Exam

Tue May 16, 2017 8:41 pm

Yurei yawned as he walked toward the academy. It had been a long, restless night of squirming and discomfort, although why, he did not know. Yurei, despite only recently learning jutsu or even practicing with chakra flow, was completely confident in his abilities. He was a natural, at least at learning simple jutsu, but this discovery was still strange. This village and the villagers within it were curiously discriminatory toward shinobi, including his parents. But why?

The early sun caught the roof of the academy in a fiery, orange light. It, even with all the litter surrounding it, had never looked so beautiful and welcoming. This felt like home. More like home than when he was with his parents. The young boy pushed open the doors of the school and entered quietly, now regaining some energy as the moment he would become genin approached. Yurei couldn't help but smile.

The albino boy entered his classroom and took a deep breath. It was time to begin, and it was time to take his first steps into the true shinobi world.

((OOC: Requesting Hikari Namikaze as proctor for Genin Exam))

Wed May 17, 2017 1:47 pm

Ayato drummed his fingers impatiently on the wooden desk in front of him. The flames of the iron brazier, pinned on the wall of the classroom, where coals burned down to ashes, might have brought him comfort and warmth when this expedition began but now the heat served only to make him fret. He was tired, so fucking tired. The Chuunin Flak Jacket that he wore so proudly the day it was given to it, above his usual black woolen outfit, now felt enormous, too heavy for his thin shoulders to lift.

Once he had heard that discomfort is the first element a shinobi must learn to live with. Well, bugger all that yapping. Words don't win you battles, as some shinobi in this village seemed to believe. And as for discomfort, Ayato had his fair share of it today, enough to send him fretting for a week afterward. Being seated in front of a desk for hours evaluating Academy Students practical skill(s).

Some were better than others if truth be told, but some were plainly bad. So bad, in fact, that their performance was hard to look upon. Ayato was not a man for easy courtesies and he made them know before he told them to get out and try again another time - preferably when they are ready. Some believed that grinding shit together could make up and even substitute for effort. Of course, it should be noted that rank had nothing to do about it. Many shared this common misconception because they realized that it was far easier to bullshit around than putting actual effort, and they essentially did that. Well, those were not worth a fig as far as Ayato was concerned and they could live with that or go to hell.

Anyways, next guy who walked in was an albino and his name was - checks paper sheet in front of him...Yurei - no last name. Perhaps the kid of a family of commoners unable to bear the last name for himself. That would be interesting, but who is a generic in this shinobi world we live in. Everybody is ever linked with a mysterious tragic past or something, so most likely it was the case here as well. Yeah, that was still a thing even in 2017 or whatever year it was in this universe they lived in. Anyways, assumptions were not his forte, and it was none of his business so no matter.

"Alright, Yurei, you are to execute the Clone and Transformation techniques. Also, analyze the theory behind them and how they can be used in a combative or espionage situation. You should be capable of at least this much. " Ayato said firmly to the albino in front of him, hoping he would perform better than the sorriest lot of ninja he had seen before him, in this very class.

WC: 479

(OOC: I'm not a well-mannered female that understands how flattery works, but I'm afraid you'll have to make do with me.)

Thu May 18, 2017 12:09 am

Yurei examined his proctor carefully, taking note of his clothing in an attempt to form an opinion of the man. His shoulders were thin, his poster and body language screaming of restlessness. The white-haired boy ran his fingers through his hair just before the proctor spoke, giving the boy his instructions. Two jutsu and a few words stood in his way to becoming a true shinobi of the City Blessed by the Stars. He could barely contain his excitement, but his will was strong enough to appease his eager attitude beneath the façade of a calm and reserved demeanor.

Yurei nodded and bowed as the proctor finished instructing him. He recited the handsigns for the clone technique in his head over and over again. I know these handseals. There’s only three each. I can do this. Alright, Yurei, you can do this. Just think and let your chakra flow. The young hopeful took a deep breath and began. “The first jutsu I will be performing is the clone technique. The handsigns are as follows: Ram, then snake, and finally tiger.,” he continued, weaving the handsigns like a conductor orchestrating a composition. His fluid hand motions came to a smooth halt as he called out the jutsu’s name. “Clone Technique!”

A spiral of thick, grey smoke erupted from the floor as if a volcano. The smoke swirled and coiled as it made its way up to the roof of the building and dissipated. In its stead was a clone of Yurei himself, near-perfect in appearance. Even his blue, wave embroidery was captured with true authenticity.

“The clone technique, while not effective on its own, can be used to trick opponents in combat,” Yurei explained. This guy has probably heard this explanation hundreds of times. I hope I’m not boring him. It takes the focus away from the user and works well in combination with offensive jutsu. This technique also makes for a great evasion tactic, as it becomes easy to advance beyond an obstacle or hide amongst a crowd, distracting enemies and increasing the chances of you enemies pursing a clone and not you.”

Yurei nodded, mostly to himself. I hope that was a good enough explanation.

The shinobi acolyte popped his knuckles and adjusted his kimono. He took a short breath before continuing with his presentation.

“My next jutsu shall be the transformation technique,” Yurei said with confidence as he angled his ear to his shoulder, popping his neck. “The transformation possesses three handseals. Yurei recalled his notes, trying to visualize his handsigns. “It begins with dog, then boar, and then the jutsu ends with ram.

Yurei once again weaved the required handsigns assigned to him as he called them about by name. This was a common trend amongst shinobi, but it did add an element of fun when speaking. “Dog, boar, ram,” he said with finality.

A small tornado of thick, grey smoke spun around the young boy, quickly changing his appearance. Instead of encompassing he area to the side of him, Yurei embraced the change from a pale young man to a somewhat tan boy with darker hair. His silver eyes became a gey/blue color with a hint of gloss. This was his vision of normalcy, not albinism where many people would simply stare and question him. The young boy smiled as his transformation took place. “The transformation technique allows one to alter their appearance to anything equal to or smaller than their typical mass. For instance, one may change particular aspects of his appearance or simply disguise his or herself as a rock. This jutsu is not helpful in combat unless it’s used as a mental challenge for one’s opponent, such as forcing an opponent to fight someone or something they fear, love, or hate. This jutsu really comes in handy with reconnaissance and disguise as altering one’s appearance makes it very difficult to be caught.

As Yurei finished explaining, it was almost as if the pressure of a neutron star had been lifted from his chest. He had little concern as to whether or not he would fail this genin exam. His main concern was his parents. The young boy had told himself that after the exams, he would break the news to his parents, but there was an issue now. He was worried how they would react. The boy was understandably excited, but his parents had been so strict about jutsu and shinobi in general. But did they hate shinobi? Or was it all a facade? He couldn’t possibly know. His parents rarely talked about it, but they were not as active in the anti-shinobi gangs as he had anticipated.

Yurei bowed after performing and explain the jutsu. He gave the proctor a warm smile and puffed warm air out of his nostrils. “I believe that’s all you requested, unless there’s something else?”

WC: 808

((OOC: I think I can make it just fine with you as the proctor. Thanks for your time!))

Fri May 19, 2017 10:51 pm

The albino nodded affirmatively Ayato's demands for the exam - giving an air of good composition while doing so. Ayato was taken aback from the kid's apparent lack of nervousness, but he did not let it show. Being nervous is not necessarily a bad thing, understanding your weakness and in turn, you can learn from them and improve by rehearsing what you are supposed to do many a time before actually doing it.

The kid did a well enough demonstration of the first technique; the clone looked just like the original, short, pale skinned with white silvery hair. Yurei looked almost like an old man, despite his years. Little Grandfather.

Still, when little grandfather had executed the technique and said its name aloud, Ayato felt the urge to smack him in the head with something - preferably the iron brazier on the wall - and that for his own good. Yurei might have tried to come across as an arrogant I know it all kid, but clearly, he was as green as the leaves of the oak tree outside the window.

In a world where opponents are not shy about using burger physics to conflict timelines, it should be obvious they’d use every method to dodge an attack with bullshit. Yelling the name of a technique is butter to this sort of bread, bread that many seemed to favor its taste. Yet the Chuunin stayed his hand and made no attempt to point this out and would not until this test was done. He didn't want to discredit the kid when he was showcasing by all accounts a decent performance and a clear understanding of the topic he was asked to analyze.

When he moved to the Transformation technique followed, when the smoke settled, Ayato was hit with the revelation that little grandfather had transformed into...himself. Well, minus the albinism and he also went through a couple solarium sessions it seemed. Either way, this version would be enough to provide some amusement for Ayato since he was tired of the cliché theme into a student transforming to exams tutor. Quite ironically this transforming into one's tutor was exactly what he had done in his own Genin Exam.

Ayato could abide bad voice imitations, what he couldn’t, however, was that cringe-worthy material like fan service to make one flush. Some idiots still found this "funny", sarcastic quotation marks to empathize that it isn't. Good thing Little Grandfather didn’t get the notion to try any of that, because Ayato had more than a couple of damage dealing techniques into his arsenal of jutsu, and wouldn't hesitate to make use of them in such instance.

After he was done, Yurei made a swift bow and addressed Ayato asking him if there is anything he would like to see. "No that is all. I'll say I've seen worse and be generous. " Ayato spoke up and reached with a rough callused hand for a pen or quill or whatever fucking writing tool they used in this god-forsaken land to sign papers.

"Yelling the names of the techniques made me fret." Enough to throw a desk at your head Ayato might have added. "Keep the urge from doing so during combat. The odds are the opponent is going to turn into a walking jutsu encyclopedia upon hearing it and try to avoid the effects." ll the same Ayato's light brown eyes never broke contact with the student.

"Your presentation of the theory of both Clone and Transformation highlighted your research skills." Ayato said dryly and with one swift stroke, his signature was on the sheet of paper in front of him. "You seem you can count past six, unlike a shinobi or two of this village I can name. " He paused but only for a moment "You pass."

WC: 620

Fri May 19, 2017 11:32 pm

The proctor’s droning voice was sharp to Yurei. The man didn’t seem all that pleased to be present at the academy, but this did not hinder his words or their concise meanings. I’ll admit it, yelling jutsu is a bit stupid, but it sounds cool. “Yes, sir! I’ll be sure to keep my mouth shut in combat,” Yurei exclaimed, bright with life, a stark contrast to the proctor’s attitude.

The deserved lecturing continued, but the little, albino student’s smile did not waver. It instead grew exponentially.

“You pass,” he had said.

Yurei leapt into the air, glee and laughing. “I did it!” The young shinobi bent over in laughter, forcefully trying to stop it from continuing any longer. He took numerous deep breaths and finally composed himself, swallowing his own saliva and letting out a sigh of relief that echoed throughout the room.

“Thank you so much, sir,” Yurei said, taking a deep bow. The now shinobi reached for his headband and placed it around his head, tying the engraved, metal star onto his fair forehead. Yurei gave his proctor the thumbs up and chuckled, gleefully exiting the building, almost skipping.

[Exit]

WC: 1000

Requesting: Genin rank, free E-rank Jutsu, Genjutsu Spec, 15 stat points

Sat May 20, 2017 12:28 am

Approved, good job post in the rank and name change thread to get your rank changed

Sat May 20, 2017 11:48 am

Ayato was satisfied with the notion that he had made a point come across - about naming techniques during combat. At least this appeared to be the case with Little Grandfather but it can't be stressed enough that you can't get shinobi these days. Many pretend to understand and then turn to fuck around with their own agenda as he had come to realize with earlier exchanges during his career. Once again though, the kid appeared to be earnest enough so Ayato would take him at his word for now...until the time comes where he would prove otherwise.

Ayato reached for the top drawer to his right and from within out a brand new Hoshigakure forehead protector. You know, because these things don't appear out of thin air - which may have been his error for not mentioning earlier. Anyways, unless Yurei wanted to walk out of the room with an imaginary forehead protector, Ayato had to be a dick and timeline here.

"This is for you. A badge of office to signify you are now a true shinobi in service of Hoshigakure. Congratulations, Genin Yurei. Wear it with pride if you will." Ayato said dryly to Yurei and placed it upon the desk with a soft tap for the now Genin to take.

"Now time for pleasantries is over, Little Grandfather. I've still got some paperwork to finish." Ayato said dismissing the kid from his presence, telling him to go. And he went. But not before throwing a dorky chuckle and a heads up as he made for the exit of the classroom - which really made the Chuunin regret not throwing the desk at his head earlier. And then the Chuunin went back to doing what he hated most in this forum, nothing of importance. End of the sequence.

[EXIT]

WC:301
TWC: 1400
Claiming 14AP

Sat May 20, 2017 11:50 am

Approved <3

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