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Varro stood in front of the building he had come to earlier that day. The adrenaline from the spar at this point had long faded, and seeing a place he had been to hours before, at a time that he still hadn't slept reminded him and his body just how exhausted he really was. It was nearing another full day that he had not slept, his mind and body too contained by everything he was trying to do. Learning what he was taught, mastering them all. Working on his projects, trying to perfect the weaponry he had made. Teaching himself how to use an unorthodox bo staff modification that was far from easy to master, but showed great potential in being a very dangerous asset.

Then there was of course the secret he had learned last time he was here, he hadn't been given much time to really process it. His father wasn't the man he thought he was, he was honestly someone greater. Caliga Hai'Auo, the great mist business man was once a great Shinobi, and part of the Ushio clan. Varro wished he could speak to him all about it, he needed to know the reasons it was all hidden. That was for a later time though, but he was unsure when that time would be given.

Taking in a breath, Varro erased his thoughts and pushed open the doors. Stepping into the building he was greeted by all the same ladies, who he nodded and greeted in return as he made his way to the Mizukage's office. When he arrived to that same door, he stopped only briefly, pushing his thoughts that tried to burst out and take hold of his mind again. With that done, and his mind quiet, he knocked.

Varro hesitated a moment when the voice that beckoned him didn't quite sound like the one he was expecting. 'Lt was at the Academy, was it a clone this whole time?' he thought as he opened the door finally, stepping into the office. The men sitting before him both looked just as tired as him, though he expected they had probably accomplished a lot more in their sleep depriving work.

He bowed to them both, now fairly sure that the man at the academy was a clone, or was the one here a clone. This was the same one that sent him to the academy to begin with, so... he pushed it away. His mind was wondering again, and it had a serious habit of doing so when he was exhausted.

"Lt Sensei, Lord Mizukage," He said in respectful greeting, "I am ready for my Genin exam."

A small piece of energy leaped into LT when he saw Mizutenma recognize him. Tares smiled as he seemed to know what Mizu was thinking, "You cant get away from me, Im every where." But LT was taken aback when Varro addressed him first before the Mizukage. LT turned his head to Luo and shrugged. "We have here are your files, any back ground history we could find, how well you have done so far in conducting anything from your jutsu down to how you conduct your self and hold your attitude, and even how you tie your shoes." LT shuffled his papers in-front of him and pulled out a blank piece of paper to jot notes down on. "Now, if you were sent here, then that means my counter part believes that you are prepared for the genin exam. He would not have sent you if he didnt think you were ready. Now the only question is, do you believe that you are ready?"

Varro stood quiet when the question was asked, his mind working over an answer. His face was pensive and then calmed as he felt it would be better to just speak everything on his mind about this subject. He took in a breath.

"Before the demon attack on this village that cost the lives of many, I would have said I didn't have an interest..." He paused a moment, as he thought about that, "Well, that's not true, I had a vague interest. It was the reason I studied tactics and the history of the ninja wars very heavily. I was raised though in an environment that subdued those interests to nothing more than a hobby of intellect. I have always wanted to do what was best for the people, and my father had done so well by many of them with his work. I had the ambition to follow in his footsteps and start my own side business with my inventions and knack for machine work. My father taught me that the Shinobi, while relevant and important, sacrificed too much of themselves to serve a purpose that most the villagers never quite knew about. He told me that someone with my mind and talents would be able to serve the village better if I worked with them and assisted in their everyday lives. Not to operate in the shadows and work behind it all."

He brought a hand to brush through his hair as he turned his eyes to the area behind Luo as he continued to speak, "he taught me martial arts and how to use the bo staff when I was very young, and I think that may have sparked my intrigue in the way of the shinobi. I never quite agreed with his philosophy, but as of today I think I understand it a bit more. When the demon attacked the village, I watched so many die... so many I had gotten to known and love. I was helpless to assist, and save them, I could do nothing but hide and try to save myself," There was anger present on his face, that was mixed with a hint a sadness. He paused for just a brief moment to recollect himself, "The shinobi protect the people, they watch after them and save them in the face of tragedy. Even in the face of a tragedy that they will never know of. My mind is capable of great things, this I am confident... and I swore to use it in a way that best provided for the people."

He turned his gaze directly back to Luo, his expression one of pure determination, "I want to be a shinobi to serve and protect my home and its people. I will gain knowledge, a thing I always crave. I will gain strength, an asset that will make me better suited for the goal I have had since a child, and I will gain respect for myself for doing what has always been in my heart."