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Zagula let out a grieved sigh and before she knew it she had the Meitsu clone lead her over beside Saikoro plopping down next to him where he had made room for her. She didnt care whether or not her poition showed her panties or not at this point. She was to worried about other things. The real Mei-chan not being around nor even communicating through the clone she made. The fact that Mei-han was letting someone else do things for her because she had to do everything for Zagula right before hand. The purple haired kunoichi couldnt help but feel down. She felt responsible for Meitsu having to have to rely on someone else during the exams. Well she realized it was all completely her fault. Her teachers had to bare some blame to. They were the ones who put in a state of needing to rely on someone. And they had picked the worst timing possible. Though now that she thought about it was it possible that they timed it this way on purpose? Surely they had to have known of the Chunin Exams. Then again she hadnt stopped them or asked them to wait a little longer like until afterwards before going through the procedure that had made her temporarily blind.

Zagula turned her head towards the Meitsu clone. Only able to do so from clinging to it to know where it was. She actually looked at it angrily. In fact she felt and even looked very tempted to fling the thing and cause it to disappear. She was getting more and more upset about having to settle for just a clone of Mei-chan. She desperately wanted to cling onto the real one like she was with this clone but knew she couldnt yet. With another smaller sigh she finally spoke again. "Im getting sick of this clone." Again she felt tempted to make it disappear but she also knew that without she would be completely lost. But she couldnt help it. Even with Saikoro here without Mei-chan she was feeling desperately lonely.

"Buy something and get out!" The shopkeeper's parrot squaked in Musica's ear. Musica closed his eyes as his temple pulsed, letting a soft sigh escape his lips. "Buy something and get out!" The bird squaked for what seemed like the hundredth time. Musica gritted his teeth, gradually becoming more and more agitated with each repetition. The boy's hands flashed up to his shoulder in an attempt to grab the bird, but the parrot just hopped off of his shoulder and flew in a circle around his head. Musica growled and jumped in another attempt to catch the bird. But the prey just laughed and flew out of Musica's reach and onto the second floor of the shop. The shopkeeper (a bald, wizened old man), chortled behind a counter as Musica walked up to him. "It's nice to see that young ninja are still as rambunctious as they were when I was young." The man placed a small wooden box on the counter, smilling as Musica put some coins next to the container. Now you tell that friend of yours I said good luck." The shopkeeper whispered as Musica pocketed the box. The ninja gave the man his best smile as thanks and ran out, disappearing in a blur as soon as he entered the crowded street.

Musica reappeared in front of Saikoro, gently tossing the box into his partner's lap. "There ya go, Snake-Eyes. Chunin Set, just what the doctor ordered." The boy glanced at the girl sitting next to Saikoro and flashed her a smile. "Oh, hello there~" He said, bowing at the waist. "My name's Musica. Pleasure to meet you, Miss. . . .?"

Musica's eyebrow twitched twice as he narrowed his eyes at Saikoro. Ignore it. . . . Musica thought, holding his fist up to his mouth as he coughed slightly. The boy's face instantly brightened up when Saikoro asked about his day, all of the words fighting to escape all at once. "So many things powered by electricity~" Musica started, his eyes sparkling. "Glowing signs on windows. . . . street lights, SO many street lights. I could hear music from the shops, but I couldn't see any radios. Big signs that rose over these really tall buildings. And there were these platforms that seemed to float in the air, and went up and down. Like this." Musica paused long enough to slowly raise his hand, palm down, up and down in front of him. "And they could carry dozens of people. And the people. So many people~" Musica went on and on like this for a few minutes, his first experience in a city completely over-whelming him. The whole thing made him resemble a smal child who went to his first candy store. "This place is amazing~ I don't think I ever wanna go back to Mist Village~"

"Private poperty. . . .?" Musica repeated, confusion replacing his joyous expression. "I didn't know anything about private property." Musica rested his hands on his hips and looked up at the ceiling. "Hey, writer guy! How come you didn't tell me anything about private property?" Huh? I don't know! Look, stop doing that. You're breaking the fourth wall. "Fourth wall?" Musica asked, poking the air above him. "What's that?" Musica's face fell when Saikoro mentioned traitor, his eyes wideneing with fear. "You wouldn't." Musica looked back at the ceiling angrily. "Stupid! Why don't you think before you make me do something?"

Musica buckled over Saikoro's fist, every breath whuffing out of his body. He staggered back a couple of steps, clutching his stomach with his hand. "Thanks." He gasped, his ragged breath slowly returning back to normal. "I needed that." Musica rose, resisting the urge to throw up all over the hut. A wave of confusion washed over him as he slowly recovered. What the hell just happened? Best not to think about it, I s'pose. "What have I missed as far as the exam is concerned?" Musica asked the couple, hoping for a quick distraction from the recent bout of crazy, locking his gaze with Saikoro as he spoke. "Any takers on who will or will not pass?"

"He better pass," Musica coughed and grinned fiercely, unintentionally showing his canines. "Or I'll be the first to kick his a**." The thought of Kira not passing had actually never accured to Musica. Nor did the dangers of what such a thing could mean. The boy tilted his head back to the ceiling, letting his thoughts drift. Just what were the chances that not passing meant death for these exams? Musica lowered his head back down, a sigh escaping his lips as he smiled again. Musica didn't know anyone on his team that well, let alone at all. But they were his team mates, his companions, and they still had a bond. Sort of. "Nah, he'll be fine. I know it." He muttered to himself. The boy shifted his gaze back to Saikoro. "Would it be alright if we did a bit of training while we're here?" Musica slid his hands into his pockets and just looked at the wall. "It's not like we know much about the Exam to know what's going on. . . ."

Musica just watched as Saikoro went through the show of stretching, the boy still warmed up from the running around he did earlier. Being a tourist will always end up being the best way of exercising. "Close combat seems like a good idea," He answered with a nonchalant glance at Saikoro's sword. Sometimes Musica forgot just how strong his parnter was, but the sword and the ease with which Saikoro used it was a constant reminder. "I figured it'd be nice to have, when one uses touch range attacks." Musica nodded and ran at Saikoro, using chakra boosted speed to close the distance in seconds. At the last second he disappeared in a blur of motion, kicking up a small circle of dirt where he once stood. Musica appeared behind his partner in a second blur, sending a fist right at the man's head. The boy wasn't entirely sure this would work; in fact he knew Saikoro would be able to keep up with his movements. And if it didn't work, Musica was sure to figure out the things he shouldn't do.