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"Initiative is good when striving to improve your own talents further..." Hatsuma commented coolly deciding that Oasis was right, that training would be better for the both of them as they were still green in terms of combat experience when regarding other shinobi. Though it wasn't necessary at this point in time to work at combating other shinobi no one is to say when the next war or conflict may arise between the nations after all her elder always spoke of calm times like these always being a prelude to dangerous and rather large conflicts whether it be within a country or even world wide it was a simple truth proven throughout the years. "I agree we should work on our skills further and analyze the other fighters from here, I think where our weaknesses may be they could be covered with team technique and tactics..." Hatsuma stated explaining her idea rather bluntly only glancing at the one armed Notwen who had re-entered the room only moments ago. "I think you have an idea for what training we should work on first so I'll let you lead the way as far as that goes." her attention quickly back to Oasis who seemed unnaturally determined about this training that they would be doing.

Notwen arrived back at the VIP room a few seconds later by landing on the sill of the broken window. Looking into and around the room he could see that the tenants had calmed down. The dark-skinned blonde spotted Hatsuma speaking to a red-haired girl with blue markings.
Isn't she the one who was fighting Rizu just now? thought Notwen as he lowered himself into the room. Musica should be appearing any time now. I guess i should try to relax before the second round starts. The crippled Uchiha now walked over to the table bearing the drinks. The white mantelpiece was now stained red in some places due to some of the punch splashing out of the bowl that contained it. Otherwise the area was not as damaged as Notwen thought it would have been. "This table sure is sturdy." commented the dark-skinned blonde as he ladled some of the ruby-red liquid into his clear glass cup. A fruity scent wafted up his nose momentarily, causing the one-armed Uchiha to hum. He raised the cup to his lips and tipped the contents into his mouth. The punch was as fruity as it smelled, and caused Notwen to smile. After two more cups the crippled Uchiha went to sit down by the chairs for twenty minutes, which was the time it took for the announcer to declare the start of the second round. When the announcement had been made, Notwen looked at the screens to look at his next match-up. Another Uchiha, Takera by name. Now that he knew where he was to go the dark-skinned blonde headed for the arena.

Seita was excited and yet disappointed as he walked through the unknown country of lightning towards the area where the exams would be held. He was late and the streets weren’t very crowded. The area in front of the tournament area was messy. This had to be the place. This would be the first time Seita had ever actually watched the exams with his own eyes. Passing the various merchants and trinkets holders Seita walked though the Main gates of the arena quickly to find his seat.. It always pleases Seita to see other ninja at battle.

Moments of searching and Seita found his assigned seat and sat eagerly as the final rounds where beginning to start. His old Master asked Seita to personally view the exams this year. It was his hope the Seita would be inspired to take part in the exams next year round. Seita however did not see the point in proving himself to a Kage he rarely knew. Maybe his position on the subject would change but for now he stood his ground.

Since Seita was a child his Kage had changed twice. The unstability of a Kage really bothered Seita. I gotta enjoy myself for a change. he shook his head slightly to pay attention to his sorroundings.. The chakra varied around the room. Some small, others clouded the room with its color spectrum. Well.. he chuckled. this should be interesting

Takera had found himself down below the room he originally watched the fights intently from. His earlier frustrations began to dissipate as he shook his head and rubbed his eyes. He'd kept his eyes on the fight with Sai intently and ignored his fatigue, but soon enough his attention had moved back to Drake. Takera leaned up in his medical bed recalling what he'd seen in his head over as confirmation that it really happened. It looked as though Drake had that match. What happened? He didn't even try to defend himself. Takera thought to himself as he shook his head again and turned his feet over to the edge letting them lean off the bed as he propped himself upright. He scratched his head while looking down at the floor. Drake was now in the med quarters as well with Takera, but Takera wasn't sure what to say or if there was anything that could be said. He ran his fingers through his hair and reached over to the med table picking up his mask and sliding it into his back pouch. He slipped his pouch onto him and made sure to equip himself with all his needs before he slid his bag under the medical bed and stood up from the bed now standing at the side of the bed. He looked down at the open palm of his hand and flexed his hands slowly. "It seems I've had more than enough time to recover." he whispered to himself. He slid both gloves on and put his body tight shirt on slowly as he tucked it in and fitted it properly. Afterwards he slowly hoisted the vest up from the table and swung it around his back slipping it on and fastening it thoroughly. Takera looked back at the bed one last time while flexing his back shoulders and rotating them. He stretched each part of his body thoroughly as to prepare for the fight and calmed his mind as he sorted his thoughts. After a moment he turned to the passing doctor who let him rest and get back to full strength. The doctor had been staring over a chart at the wall when he noticed Takera and turned to face him. "Does this mean you're going now? the doctor spoke with a hint of curiousity. Takera bowed lightly. "Yes, sir. I feel like I'm back at 100%. Thank you." Takera responded as the doctor chuckled. "Alright then. Do your best and try not to get yourself fataly injured. It's always nice to see a friendly face, but not when it's been broken." the doctor turned away to the chart once more. Takera was astonished by the comment and began to laugh heartily for a moment before he turned to face Drake's bed. He looked almost miserable, but somewhat proud. Takera walked up slowly. Takera assumed an odd almost playful position/stance of what seemed like aggitation. He scratched his head lightly while his eyes were closed and one eye opened lightly looking down at his expression. "Aw, man. You went and got yourself messed up again. How many times do I gotta fix you?" Takera stated in a playfully aggitated tone. "Hahaha. You look pretty sore, but something must've went your way. You seem almost proud." Takera commented before shrugging his shoulders and ripping the blankets off of Drake. "C'mere, studmuffin," Takera leaned down over Drake placing a knee on the bed and feeling his sides and arms forcibly while trying to mess with Drake's mind and creep him out. He touched a sensitive spot by the looks of Drake's reaction. "So.. wait.. you've got a headache? Really?" Takera commented in sarcasm and slight laughter as he put his palm to Drake's head and emitted the green glow steadily that he'd managed to emit when he originally healed Drake, but this time it was a bit different, less expansive and it seemed after a moment that Drake's complexion began to look a bit better. Takera held Drake pinned to the bed so he couldn't fight back, not that he could in his current condition, but still. After a while Drake looked a bit better than he had just a few minutes ago. Takera wasn't sure just how much he'd been able to do for Drake, but only time would tell.

Oasis flopped over onto her back and sighed. She had waited so long for Hatsuma to respond only for her to need to go away again. She let out a slight sigh and shook her head some and then gathered herself up to sit with her legs crossed and a cross look on her face. She wanted to do some spiritual training with Hatsuma, and was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to do that style of training with any of the other individuals in this area, they weren't from the caravan and likely had no idea how to use the technique at all. She took another deep breath and popped to her feet. She noticed some more people were in the area, however they seemed to be focused on each other so she went and took a seat and looked at the screens wondering how Hatsuma's battle would go. It had been rather slow, and honestly uneventful for a bit.

While looking out the window down into the battle arena's, Hayato sort of tuned most of everything else out. He could only see two of the three fights since there was so much fog covering the last one. He could only hope that the fog would be removed soon or that those two competitors were not the ones he was going to be fighting the winner of. Out of no-where, he felt a tight-ish hug clench his arms to his side without any form of warning. He spun around only to see Aya standing there with a bright smile on her face. She moved beside him after asking how his match had gone. He thought about it for a moment and nodded slightly. "It went well. I was fighting our former team-mate from the second exam, Drake. He's really good with Genjutsu's...." Hayato paused as he remembered the Jutsu's used upon him. This made him mind cringe and a small shiver go down his spine. "Luckly though he made a few mistakes alone the way, and got very tired. He ended up forfeiting the match. Now, I wait for the finals as both competitors I might have been facing now were disqualified for being too late. How did yours go?" He asked at the end of his long statement. It was then that he felt his stomach turn against him. He placed his hand on his stomach and knelt a little bit feeling sick from the poison still lingering in his body. "God... what did they expose us to...." He stated semi quietly, while still kneeling on one knee as to try and settle his stomach.

((OOC - resisting check
WP(2) + WPB(2) + resistance buff vs 800
25(50) + 30(60) + 0 vs 800
110 vs 800 = -690 = 1% chance of getting rid of Exam 2 poison))

As Hayato knelt, he looked at the ground and started to breath just a little slower. This seemed to help settle his stomach slightly, but his whole body was now feeling a little colder. It seemed that the rest he had settled his heart rate and adrenaline finally faded. With everything back to normal, he was feeling the full effects of the poison and then some since it was now more spread out due to the increased hear rate earlier. He looked up to Aya and was a little intrigued that she didn't know what he was talking about. He just figured that she'd been cured while Mayu was in control and didn't even know that she was poisoned. "Due to not getting the antidote at the end of the second exam...... me and Drake have been suffering from the airborne poison that filled the chambers. Seems like Mayu must have healed your body...." Hayato then started a small coughing fit then cleared his throat. This poison would be a large pain in the last fight, but he still had time to try and fight it or maybe get Aya to help him remove it. Ether way, he needed to be 100% to show the world that leaf shinobi aren't anything to take lightly even though he was the last on the leader board since the beginning.

As soon as his coughing fit was finished, Hayato heard a voice come from across the room. He looked over to see a red haired female with strange blue markings over her body. She was a little too far away to tell what village she was from, but at this moment two thoughts came across his mind. One was being that since she was here, hindering him with another poison wouldn't give her a personal gain since she wasn't in the semi-finals and no-one had finished their fights yet. Secondly, he was really needing to get rid of this poison so any offer he might as well try. He made himself stand up and face the female that offered her assistance. "Oasis was it? If you could, I'd be very grateful. Even an attempt would be nice." He smiled lightly then started to cough again. He didn't know if this was a good idea or not but knew that he at least needed to try.