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→Kensei pulled out the final scroll with the clone looking over his shoulder. "Kay ready for the double vision technique?" The clone just shook his head. "Too bad lets get this over with."

Making a hand seal, Kensei made eye contact with the clone once again. He was hoping the clone would only see two of him. "Okay how many do you see?" The clone held up one finger. "Dammit. Lets try again." [1/3]

"I bet you Nagisa would have mastered this one her first try." Kensei was looking his clone in the eyes again. The clone looked confused for a couple of seconds, but he shook his head and recovered. "Hm seems like I'm on to something. One more try shouldn't hurt. It's a genjutsu after all." [2/3]

The clone sighed of boredom when Kensei kept trying the genjutsu. He focused on his clones eyes harder and did a handseal. "Why is this so hard? Next time I'm asking for help." Kensei thought to himself as he activated the genjutsu. The clone looked confused for a few seconds. "Alright come at me!" Ken shouted for the clone. The clone started charge but he ran in the wrong direction and swung at nothing but air. "Sweet I got it." [3/3]

"I better go see what the others are up to." Kensei gathered the scrolls and walked off to find the girls or the genin.
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[Exit]

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A young white haired boy walked slowly down the streets of Kumogakure, Staring as if in shock at something he held in his hand. That something was a glove, affixed with a steel plate, which had the symbol of Kumogakure carved into it. His customized version of his shinobi headband, proof of graduation from the shinobi academy. And he'd just gotten it less than an hour ago. On the surface the boy simply looked to be in some sort of shock, but underneath, in his mind he was reeling with countless emotions. Shock was there, certainly, but it was joined by elation, disbelief, joy, wonder, and that faint but ever present voice that said he had to be dreaming. He couldn't have this, he couldn't have graduated. He couldn't actually be, a ninja. There were just too many things against it for it to be true. He was civilian born, no bloodline or clan. Or that was common belief anyways. He could only faintly remember his actual parents, having lost them years ago. He'd been raised in the orphanage in their absence, which was strike two against. Orphans just didn't have the support even civilian children had to get through the academy. Textbooks, special classes, weapons, the orphanage couldn't afford to buy all that, so you either had to come up with the money yourself, or manage to get through without those things.

Shikaku had also been bullied much of his life, that being strike three. He was weak, strike four, and none of his peers wanted anything to do with him. He had always been the bottom of the class in every class, and that was why he was so shocked to actually be holding a village symbol. The only thing he had ever excelled in was his use of henge, and somehow, that must have pulled him through. But now, now he had to prove himself to everyone, that he really could be a ninja. Everyone and himself as well.

Finally tearing his eyes from the glove, he pulled it onto his hand and looked up with determination, fist clenched tightly. He would be a ninja. If he couldn't fight, he would hide. He was good at that. If he couldn't hide, he would run. And when he could, he would do what he could to accomplish whatever mission he was given. And he would get stronger. he had to get stronger. The boy smiled, his anxiety wearing off with the new boost of confidence. He hadn't told his friend he'd graduated yet!

Turning down a side street, Shikaku sped his pace to a quick trot, jogging towards the training grounds. Soon entering the area, he hopped up onto the stone wall and began to walk about, eyes scanning the different areas until he finally spotted the man he wanted, hanging in a hammock as usual, this time in the sand zone. Running over to the young man, still atop the wall, Shikaku stopped just short of him and plopped himself down nearby, sitting on the wall. "Hey Timmy!" he called out, waving to the odd man, intentionally flashing the back of his hand, and the symbol thereupon where he could see them, and grinning widely. Now that the shock was over, he had realized something. He had graduated! This was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him!

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Shikaku's grin twisted into a scowl of annoyance as his only real, well, closest to real friend decided to make fun of the greatest accomplishment of his short life. Yeah, he hadn't actually expected to pass either, but the guy could at least pretend not to be surprised! Or if that was impossible, pretend to be pleasantly surprised instead of acting like he'd stolen the guy's sandwich.

Crossing his arms in front of him, Shikaku glowered at Timmy. Glowered, not pouted. He most certainly did not pout. And then, in a poof of smoke he was gone, replaced by a cheery looking Timmy, who looked up and to the side, as if seeing someone who wasn't there, and waving at them. "Oh hey Shi! Good job, congratulations!" he chirped, before being enveloped in smoke again, returning to Shikaku who continued to glower at Timmy. "Would that really have been so hard?" he muttered, before sighing and standing up on the wall again, since Timmy appeared to be getting ready to leave. "Your tricks would have gotten me expelled. "Lower some penguins in as bunshin!" Like the chuunin examiner was really going to miss that." He included the air quotes and everything when he spoke what Timmy had tried to get him to do. He wasn't sure if the slightly crazy man had actually believed it would work or not, but he was glad he'd talked him out of showing up to orchestrate it. As for how he actually had passed... He still wasn't sure of that. His henge instructor had to have had something to do with it though, cause most of the test had been impersonating random people from the academy.

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The boy rolled his eyes at Timmy's claim the the trick would have worked. Timmy was always coming up with insane schemes, and they almost NEVER actually worked, yet he still believed they would. At the mention of fireworks though, Shikaku turned to look at the young man fully, eyes widened with shock, and some degree of fear. Who on earth had been crazy enough to sell, no, who had he stolen that many fireworks form? "Where on earth did you get those?" the boy asked, still rather stunned. Letting Timmy have explosives of any kind did not seem like a good idea to him.

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"No way." Shikaku finally answered, slashing out with his right arm in a chopping motion, as if to cut the idea off at the head. "Have you forgotten what happened last time? The impression I want to make is not of my face in the tower walls." About a year before, Timmy had decided it'd be a fun idea to try making him fly using an experimental firework. It had worked, but he'd been in the hospital for a month afterwards. That was not an experience he wanted to have again. Burns were not a fun thing to heal from. "How about if you want to celebrate, we can just get that food instead? Nobody gets hurt, or dies, explodes, or anything else, and all is pleasant, yes?"

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Shikaku just looked at Timmy with a deadpan expression as he claimed he'd worked out the kinks, obviously not agreeing with the "You knew I would" portion. If there was one thing Shikaku "knew" about Timmy, it was that he never quite got all the kinks out of his plans. If he had, the boy would consider him a strategical genius, but as it was, he was a madman with a penchant for getting people hurt. And most dangerous of all, the guy seriously believed he had gotten everything right, and it would work.

Once Timmy started talking about food, and furthermore, suggesting orphanage food, Shikaku put on his best exited expression. And the best, for one who had most likely passed the academy just for his acting skills, besides the henge talent (Quite honestly the acting was more important than the henge itself in that situation, since a henge was only convincing if you acted like the subject.), well, his best was pretty darn convincing. "Oh, I hope they have Tasteless Delight today!" he chirped happily, clapping his hands together and bouncing in place. "The Vomit Surprise last week wasn't very good at all you know." he continued, switching to a dismissive tone, before jumping halfway in between for one final sentence. "Oh, but maybe they'll have Bland Casserole again. That's one of the better dishes after all. Yeah, let's go!" As he finished, he turned on Timmy with wide excited eyes, and anyone who didn't know better would actually believe he wanted to go eat that garbage. Timmy would know better. He'd been an orphan too after all, and grown up in the same orphanage. Orphans did not want to eat the orphanage food if they had any way of avoiding it. Even Timmy, who was so reluctant to spend his money, would probably rather starve than eat that stuff again. And Shikaku, well, he was no different. Timmy had promised him a free lunch. He didn't tend to eat much, but he was a good sneak, and if he could sneak himself a week or two's worth of free food off of Timmy's "All You Can Eat", well, he wouldn't hesitate.

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