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Edward had taken his seat, and he immediately knew he wouldn't like this. He had been training to be a ninja, not some damn story writer. Sure it would be easy, in his eyes, but it was boring. He had come to this place to fight, to prove his skills. But whatever, it seemed there was no choice. He slowly took his first piece of parchment, gripped the brush and dipped it in the ink. He took a moment to think, before he began his story:

My Bright silver eyes gazed out at flames, which were now consuming an entire village. Flags with symbols of stones burning away in the bright orange. explosions could be heard as buildings crumbled. The shinobi of the village desperately fought, drawing upon the earth and rock around them. The attacked from underground, formed great monoliths and golems of stone to fight with, and even sent it flying as great missiles. Others manipulated unique forms of earth, and some could even disinigrate matter with great cubes of energy. However, their fighting, their desperation, and their jutsu were all for not. My powers and forces outdid them at every angle.
The shinobi fought against strange soldiers of pure silver, beings made of metal, under the complete control of a single shinobi, myself. They were basically indestructible, their bodies becoming liquid on a whim, and able to reform from almost any damage. I was the newest leader of Hidden steel. I would watch the chaos with a wide green, wind, heated by the flames would send my silver locks waving out from me. I turned next to my followers, an army of shinobi from Hidden steel, and spoke to them.
"Now then..." I told them. "Release the transparent steel and beginning the finishing push." They all gave their battle cry and I would turn, directing the metal beings I controlled to force the hidden Stone Shinobi out from their defenses. I watched then, as members of my village, formed and released thousands of shuriken made of transparent steel and released them high into the air over the village. These nearly invisible weapons would rain down on the shinobi within the village, bringing death to them, while doing no harm to the liqiuid metal army. Next, my fellow shinobi formed hundreds of soliders made of steel. While sheets of metal were turned into weapons form them and brought to them, my clan stepped forward to lead the charge behind the soldiers. This metal army began advancing onto the village, I and my fellow steel shinobi would come down after them. The steel soldiers stormed through the gates. The shinobi whom were already struggling against my liquid metal were soon overwhelmed by the wall of metal soldiers that tore through their ranks.

I sought to finish this quickly, so I called to my fellow clan mates, all together, turned the metal soliders into liquid, a the liquid rose up, forming a great vortex to envelope the shinobi trapped within the battle. Red blood would soak and mix with the liquid metal as it tore through the bodies and armor alike. The Stone shinobi would find even their own weapons were turned against them. This storm, this cyclone of steel and various other metals would last for several minutes until all the screams within had ceased. The liquified metal that had enveloped them would them come together, forming a huge mass. The mass took shape, before beginning to harden. I directed this movement as the metal took on the form of a great statue. As it solidified completely, a monument was left, of me, the conqueror. This metal me stood there, clad in my signature battle robes, with a cloak, covered in clouds. These masses colored red by blood. It reflected what I wore now, only my cloak was white and the clouds over it were green.

The sight was truly magnificent. It served not only as a monument to my greatness. It also served as a mass grave for the shinobi in this now basically conquered village. All that was left, ultimately, was to take out their leader. I would step around the statue and exam the area, looking to the crumbling buildings. It was then that a large boulder would come flying down towards me. I smirked, letting it hit me. To the eyes of an outside, I would seem crushed, but as the dust cleared, the boulder would break apart. I stepped through it. My skin had become a bright silver, like the metal I manipulated. Now before me, stood the old man whom was the current kage. He floated in the air, almost as if he were a particle of dust.
I declared to him, "You are a fool to stand against me now. your shinobi have been defeated, and your village lay in ruins. The whole of this village, and all the lands around it, belong to me now." Unfortunately, the kage just wouldn't accept the truth.
"The day you take the Village Hidden In The Stones, is the day I draw my last breathe." I would raise a hand under my chin, smirking slightly as I looked to him.
"Very well then...fair enough. So, how would you like to meet your end?" The kage merely frowned, forming seals at incredible speeds. I matched it, as he summoned forth a great dragon of earth. I, myself, concentrated, as electricity flowed over my metallic body, forming a layer of lightning chakra. I would rush forward, impacting the earth dragon. My speed and strength had become greatly enhance, and I plowed through the attack to reach him. Before the kage could react, I had reached him, and I would draw my Imperial Broadsword.
My blade would strike true, and with it, the old man's head would fall. I would raise the blade, smiling brightly as I watched the blood flow over the ground. I turned to my followers as they had seen the fight come to an end and released a fervent cry of battle.
I called to each of them. "Hidden Stone, and the land of Earth now belong to all of us. It belongs now, to Hidden Steel, along with the whole of Hidden Federation." It was on this day, I had conquered hidden Stone. I knew readily, this was just the beginning. The whole of the world still lay ahead of us.


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Karaoke was above such trivial things. She only looked at the test and stared at for a moment. She decided to tell the story of her birth... or someone's birth. She didn't care. She picked her pen and started to jot.

I was born on planet called Krypton. It was a once beautiful planet.. that survived due to our clever science. However, one day the traitor Zod tried to make a military coup that destroyed the planet.

My Father Jor-El sent me away. He thought I had a better chance on another planet.. it was called Earth.

That is were Ma and Pa found me. They named me Clark.. oh wait no Karaoke. They said I was special different. I found that I was stronger.. Faster.. and I could fly. My parents told me I was to defend Kansas and they gave me some weird costume or whatever.

Zod eventually found his way to Earth. We destroyed a lot of Kansas..err.. Hidden Mythology. We fought to a stand still. I broke his neck.. because I could.

Now They call me Superman.. or no they call me Super Girl.. or.. no they call me Karaoke. Nobody can no my tragic story.

Because if they ever knew that I was the one that killed Zod. They might treat me as a god, and I don't need that. I am the superhero they deserve but not the one they need. .. or whatever.

Karaoke finished her little tale. Being from Mythology she knew a bit of different peoples stories.. but she didn't exactly pay attention them as well as she should have.

Round Two had begun for Jet Kazama in the Jounin exams. A few changes were made it seemed. One noticeable reason was that the chuunin exams were being interfused with the Jounin. That meant that there were shinobi much, much weaker chakra wise than Jet. But Jet knew that it was all about technique rather than how much chakra one had. In his fight with Terumi, Jet's chakra levels were half as much as the fallen Kage. Yet at the end of the fight he managed to get Terumi down to nearly half of Jet's full Chakra.

Kazama took small notice of all of the members that he would either be teaming up against or fighting against, and did his best to be prepared for anything that would come his way. He did not plan on leaving out of here as a Chuunin. He remained silent for the majority of the first test, sitting down in the front row and began to get to business. As soon as he was finished, he gave the paper to the teacher and propped his feet on the desk, thinking about the exams and what awaited further beyond this.

"I think perhaps the only reason I’m posting something this private, is because it won’t even matter. Also I have nobody to talk to about this and the only person I could probably tell I ditched months back. As soon as the tests are over, this paper goes bye bye, along with the others. So I have no worries about this paper falling into the wrong hands; then again who could give a s**t about something as personal as this? Perhaps my friends if I told them, that I don’t think I’m from this planet, and the people I see in my dreams are evidence.

I don’t know much about dreams and the meanings behind them, but when I keep getting them every now and then I know there’s a problem. The place looks like a meadow almost and I keep seeing a woman in an orange dress, with pigtails and orange slippers. Each time I dream of her the clothes change in color. In addition each time I dream of her I’m either sparring with her or she’s nurturing my wounds for some reason. Sparring with her feels like sparring with Marasol. The only difference is that Marasol doesn’t treat my wounds like this woman does. She also seems to know my name.

And then I also see a man in my dreams as well with the woman. He almost has the same hairstyle like myself; jocker. In my dreams I’m sparring with him much more than the woman but I'm always learning things from him. He teaches me how to throw a punch more effectively, how to kick with better precision, how to anticipate attacks better, etc. Of course, its s**t I not only already know, but I've become a better taijutsu shinobi since then. I can tell. But seeing its how a dream, I'm not exactly in any position to say otherwise.

Lastly, I see a man covered in all darkness, black as shadows so I can't even get a look on his face even with glasses. Unlike the last 2 people, when I dream of him its just this guy. His power is unfathomable, nearly on the same, if not higher level then a recent opponent i faced. Villages erased from existence in less than seconds, planets enslaved with little to no power involved...innocents dying by the millions. All I know is that based on his appearance and structure, he looks...just like me.

I keep seeing these people in my dreams. There's one woman who i feel like is my nurse or something, a man who is like my teacher when it comes to basics of fighting, and someone else entirely. I don't know how they are connected to me and I know dreams don't really have any meaning 99 percent of the time. But something tells me I know them personally, like I've seen them before. I can take a crack at who they are, but that can't be..."

Sano walked into the room, any who had encountered him before this point would find themselves wondering what was up. After all he was fully clothed and looked... normal... as in not completly insane. As the examiner spoke he paid attention and didn't fidget or do crazy stuff... it was odd. picking up his pen Sano would pull the paper in front of him and begin writing.

'To whit I find I must speak of things in this manner for the time being in order to advance myself further. Most would find my current decorum to be quite odd after having been about me in the previous runnings of the exams or daily life. I found myself to be in this state of mind most recently and am only too happy to use it as such. The elements of my mental health vastly improved are most useful for my current trappings of examinations to become a jounin of the Land hidden in Night. With this foreword having been sorted out I do hereby begin my dictation of this archive.

Peering into the night I found myself wondering what was going to happen. Waking this morning I found that a letter had been delivered to me, within were instructions from the leadership of the village to undertake a mission of some importance for them. Such a thing was odd for me as until this point I had been viewed with not only distrust but a certain element of fear and disgust. At first I found myself curious about the possibility they had decided to kill me off and save themselves my presence from this day forward. Another thought was that they wanted something destroyed for you see my insanity was whole and complete I felt nothing for anything except a fondness for pain, that of others as well as my own... destruction was my business, and business is good. Always. But I found that I dwelled upon these people's disdain for me as the day led on, I was forced to wait for the next day to do this mission as per the instructions of the letter.

My minstrations on the reasons of their hate were simple enough. Murdering certain members of my own family for various reasons brought such people to their conclusions about me. To kill one's own family and feel not the worst for it is the work of a lunatic and I most certainly fit that criteria though it was my creation at their hands that sealed their lives. The cynical parts of my mind speak of it jokingly with karmic discipline, they were destroyed by what they made. The insanity I felt was a product of their tortures the curse mark caused pain in my body and destroyed my mind fraying it to it's limits these punishments were common and using it was their go to weapon against the Branch family. So long as if they were the Main Family of course, being of the Branch Family my acts of killing were viewed with great rage and disdain. The torture of my person was whole and thorough and completely ineffective. My flesh was long used to the bard of the cursemark bound upon my forehead.

The trees outside my house whisper of my foolishness and I can feel the insanity gripping at my mind, not in any noticable way. Subtle thoughts and shifts in the shadows that do not exist anywhere in reality. The hairs on my neck prickle at the thought of a presence beyond my own being here, and while I push the thoughts awa they breathe audibly on my neck letting me know they're only too plentiful in number and always there in the back of my mind. My ability to regenerate has caused me to slip out of the realm of total madness and into the pure suffering of limbo between sanity and the blissful cluelessness known to those who have lost their minds...'