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Nova extended his hand with a smile. "Hello Ishinon, My name is Nova and I too am striaght out the acadamy. I am serprised i didn't see you around very much but that could be because i was in the combat training room practiceing with swords and new techniques." He said as he grabbed a chair and sat in it. "Come sit, i know its really akword being her as well as it is for me but Notwen was the first person i meet and im assumeing it is the same for you. I think thats why he wants us to talk while he socializes with the others. We both don't know many people and are still new to being out on our own, so i think we have some common ground. So what do you specialise in?" Nova asked hopeing for an answer without giveing a headach. He remembered Notwen telling him to not bring up fighting but this question wasn't about that it was what Ishinon worked on the most. "Well I hope to one day become the number one Swordsmen in the whole shinobi world. I will not stop till i do and no one will stop me from doing it." He said in a sort of whisper followed with a big grin. He leaned back and relaxed into his chair.

Ishinon was suprised as he saw Novas hand before him while bowing before Nova as Ishinon had presented himself to Nova. It seemed weird to Ishinon but as he stood straight again he would extend his hand forward shaking Novas hand even if it felt weird and strange to do something like that. Ishinon felt more comfortable with Nova compared to how he had been meeting Notwen the first time earlier the same day, in the restaurang, it was partly because Ishinon had been asleep until suddenly being introduced to someone he didnt know, making him feel confused.

I was only recently even allowed in to the academy. Ishinon answered to why Nova hadnt seen him around the academy, it could also be because Ishinon never really had brought much attention to himself. Even so Ishinon sat down in a chair closeby Nova as it seemed this one asked Ishinon a question he answered smiling. I guess im good at taijutsu, or rather its the only thing im any good at. A bit of a sigh happened as Ishinon finished, as in his own mind he was completly useless at the other things having failed completly at what he was supposed to do on the way to this village along with Joona.

It distracted Ishinon quite a bit as his mind drifted back on his failure to do the running to this village properly and thus he completly assumed his uselessness in those skills. As Ishinon heared of Nova's goal it amazed him. Wow, he thinks like that sounding so serious? I'm nothing compared to that, I only ever thought about never looking back and not become what i was again, I guess it's different if you grow up all free to do what you want Ishinon drifted of a little again, but he soon tried to think of something to speak of a goal or something like that for himself. I never thought about anything but never looking back or returning to how it was before. This place is the only place I have left Ishinon didn't know if it sounded weird as he spoke those words, especially the part about not having any other place but this left.

This place is the only place i know besides the island and the arena i was brought up in as a slave until i was freed recently when the arena was taken down. I dont remember anything from before i became a slave. Ishinon, only intended to clear the air about what he had meant with that this was the only place he had left. Thought Ishinon didn't think he should have said that after he had finished speaking of what he had been until a while ago.

Ishinon didn't really know what to say or think about a real goal for himself, he had only ever thought about being becoming someone like those that had freed him less than a year ago. Sounds like you really know what you want to do and become Nova, I don't even know anything like that, all i knew was that i wanted to become a ninja. I know i'm not any good at it yet, but I know I will become better than i am now. Ishinon started to think soon after having spoken those words.

It seemed kinda weird for someone to want to become a person like that with such determination. The closest thing Ishinon had to determination about things was to become a ninja but it felt so weird as his goal was so much easier than Nova's. I'm not really sure I get why you can say it so easily to become someone like that. Your quite different from the people i've encountered so far, makes me think I might be able to at least dream a little. It had been a long time since Ishinon truely had anyone he had talked with like right now. It was different from the other people he had encountered in the village and made him not want to lose to him, at least not stupidly.

"Cakes... Ramen... Dumplings... Sorry, bro, but screw that crap. I need something more.... feasty than that. I need fish, bro... or meat... Beef would be good... Even a substantial amount of veggies would be pretty cool right about now. Stirfry perhaps... Damn, this is making it worse..." Kyu mourned. For a moment, he looked down, but then there was a gasp from the crowd. In a split second, Kyu looked up and saw the source of the crowd's excitement.

In the middle of the battlefield, some kind of major attack was going down. Wind and shards of ice blasted away the blizzard with such force that even without a sense-enhancing jutsu, Kyu could see everything with great clarity. Poor Hayato was being destoryed by howling winds and avalanches of heavy snow and glass-sharp ice.

Saikoro formed arctic ice and sheer-cold winds into a concentrated storm that blew away the best nature could offer. Then, all at once, the storm reversed its movement. Instead of compression, it expanded and exploded outward. Although Kyu couldn't see from his angle, he knew the outcome. Hayato, a ninja he'd never met, felt the pain of Sai Orasakai's signature move.

Kyu knew from experience what that attack was like. There was no doubt that Hayato was in the middle of that storm, and that he had had the hopes that he might escape. From within that frozen hell, Hayato only heard one word. Shatter. It would be the last word he ever hears, and would resonate within his soul until the end of time. Any hope of escape was ripped from his very soul by the cold grip of Sai's storm. Any remainder of the proud ninja he once was was clawed and ripped away by the uncaring fingers of death.

Once, Kyu knew that feeling, and it was very fresh in his mind. Had it not been for the kevlar vest he took along that day, he would have died twice over. Kyu didn't have room for shock. He knew it was coming, quite unlike the crowd. Without a doubt, Saikoro Daisuke was Sai Orasakai. The personality, the technique, the power, the means... it was all set up so perfectly that it hurt. At this point, Kyuzaku would have preferred to take a knife to the back than realize he didn't notice the scheme sooner.

Kyu turned away from the window. His face didn't show shock or anger, but instead appeared very disgusted. His tongue glided over his triangular teeth hungrily. He wanted to feed, badly. There were bigger sharks in these waters, and there was no need to call a feeding frenzy. There would be time and a place to break the biggest fish in the water. But it wasn't now. It wasn't here.

There was a call for a moment of silence for the fallen. Kyu leaned up against the window and looked over his shoulder, catching one last look at Saikoro before he left the arena. Although the stadium was quiet, two ninja kept chatting about kami-knows-what in the background, leaving an odd air to the room. In a whisper the shark genin said, "b*****d went too far this time..."

It wasn't long until Saikoro showed up. He entered the room in his usual reserved way. He let out a soft sigh, and wandered over to the two oblivious ninja. He placed a hand on either of their shoulders, and asked them almost innocently if they had seen a 'spiky blond midget, an illiterate pair of ********, and fishboy with a thirty year old fashion sense'.

Kyu glanced down at his black skin-tight muscle shirt and dark grey cargo pants, bottoms wrapped neatly. The shark looked back up with a toothy but frenzied grin. He walked over with the muscles in his arm getting tense. Voice bitter with the combination of his revelations and the sudden fashion police attack, he growled, "Stuck... Thirty years in the past, huh? Last I checked, shibobism wasn't about the fashion, bro. This getup is classic. You don't diss time-tested s**t, bro."

"You know what bro? You're right. Its just that battle up on the screen. Y'know what I'm taking about, Hatsuma vs. Tuxedo Mask." Kyu casually said, motioning to the screen, "Things got really quiet down there, and I'm a bit... I don't know..." Kyu looked up to the ceiling for a split second, generating a word to fit the situation. He raised a finger, and reported, "Anxious, that's the word. I'd like the last battle to finish up so we can get the hell out of here and back to Mist, y'know what I mean bro? " Dreamily, he looked over Saikoro's head, and gushed, "And finally get some food worth eating..."

Kyu snapped out of his hungered disillusionment, and said, "Hibiki and Kira. No clue, bro. I haven't seen them since... Man... Since the first exam, I think. You don't suppose they... nah... they wouldn't die down there." Kyu approached the couch and sat on the edge of the back rest. Kyu looked down, then peered around his shoulder at the lounging Saikoro, "That was a great match by the way. Ya' really showed Leaf what's what. But... I gotta know, that last move. Where did you get something like that? Don't get me wrong, it was a spectacular performance, and I don't doubt your skills for a second, but... It just doesn't seem like the kind of move they keep in the Kirigakure Library. Is it a forbidden ninjutsu? Something passed down by your clan, perhaps?"

Oasis sat quietly at the back of the room. Having succeeded in removing the poison Oasis had become immediately unneeded again and was being ignored again. She pulled the sword from her back and looked at the little rectangular weapon, which remained locked in its sheathe. She hadn't been given the key to its lock so she hadn't been able to draw the blade. She fiddled with the lock, unsure as to how the lock on the chain at the end of the pommel made it unable to be pulled from the sheathe but it did. Hatsumas fight was taking awhile, and she was a bit concerned for her partner. She would surely need to prepare her healing techniques for when Hatsuma finished her battle. She sighed shortly realizing that her fight hadn't even lasted long enough that she needed medical attention. She had failed simply put, and as she looked at the line up she wondered if Hatsuma won this battle how she would fair in the next round. Oasis spun the weapon around and attached it back to her belt. She looked around the room and was fairly sure she could identify the one who had just won his fight, apparently against the person she had just healed of an annoying poison. She sighed and shook her head gently, he would need patching up all over again wouldn't he. However she wasn't going to seek him out, its not as if he was a friend of hers or something along those lines. She shrugged lightly and crossed her legs, and then crossed her arms lightly around her middle as she sat to rest and do some meditating there.

Notwen listened to Kyu as he mentioned wanting to eat something more substantial. The dark-skinned blonde shook his head, having failed to find anything other than street vendors and small restaurants so far. Then again he hadn't explored Gryu'Jiong in its entirety.
"Sorry that i can't be much help, Kyu. Hopefully you can find what you're looking for." Notwen was about to check on Nova and Ishinon again, but an arena-wide response from the crowd caused him to turn back and look out the window, gasping as well when he saw what was going on.

A torrent of ice was pushing aside the snowy air generated by the stadium and was heading directly for the pillar on which Saikoro and Hayato were fighting. The melee was moving too fast to make any sense of what was going on, but the crippled Uchiha could have sworn he saw a maneuver executed that made him think back to what had been done to him a few months ago.
Can that really be... he thought, continuing to watch closely. After the avalanche had impacted the pillar and subsided a little it began to expand until finally exploding outwards. Hayato was lost to view among the flying chunks of ice for the first moments after the explosion. However Notwen spotted him above the turmoil just before he was decapitated by the descending form of Saikoro decapitated him with the huge sword. The dark-skinned blonde balled his fist and gritted his teeth. b*****d.... That was completely uncalled-for... The proctor ended the match by declaring Saikoro the winner and walked away. Moments later a team of medics appeared and took Hayato's remains away.

Notwen felt a little sick to the stomach knowing that a cold-blooded killer was currently en route to the VIP room, and from the bottom of his heart he wished that the fight between Takera and Hatsuma hadn't taken so long. It took a while but eventually Saikoro made it to the VIP room. Upon seeing his face Notwen's heart sank. Up to that point in the exams he hadn't gotten a clear view of the man's face. Now that he had, the dark-skinned blonde seethed in a mix between controlled anger and fear. Saikoro Daisuke was the man that crippled him. The dark-skinned blonde tracked the man's trajectory to where Ishinon and Nova sat.
Those idiots have been so busy talking that they don't even know how much danger they're in right now. he thought. When Saikoro put his hands on the genin, the crippled Uchiha took a half step towards them but thought of the possible outcomes of his intended actions. It seemed that the man was looking for Kyu and two others, but hadn't spotted Kyu on the way in, which was hard to believe. Kyu seemed pretty upset when he answered, but there seemed to be more to his anger than he was letting on. After all, being teased about one's fashion sense wouldn't generate what sounded like hatred and disgust combined. Saikoro pressed past the two genin and Kyu on his way to the chairs, which was when he and Notwen met for the second time in two months.
"Hope you learned your lesson. Next time there wont be a second chance." said the man in a seriousness that made the dark-skinned blonde's skin crawl and shoulder injury itch. Notwen stared into Saikoro's eyes as he walked by until the line of sight was broken.
I swear. If i ever see you again outside of your country i'm going to make you pay for what you did to me... Thought the crippled Uchiha as he watched the man sit down and start conversing with Kyu. Notwen walked over to one of the seats close to Nova and Ishinon and sat down in it, no longer wanting to leave the two young ones by themselves. It was then that movement from the back of the room caught his attention. It was the red-head kunoichi from the Hidden Sand that had come with Hatsuma. She was playing with what appeared to be a large, heavily-chained rectangular sword. The dark-skinned blonde furrowed his eyebrows. Now why is that blade wrapped and so well-protected? Could it possibly be... Notwen made a mental note about the odd blade before turning towards the screens to see if anything new had happened. It appeared as if Hatsuma was having a break-down of some sort. Now that was hard to believe for the crippled Uchiha. The arachnid kunoichi had proven to be one of the mos emotionless people Notwen had met. She managed to turn off the traps in the second exam and deal with the poison in a calm and collected manner. Notwen smiled, hoping that she would succeed in fooling Takera.