Stupid Boogiemen. Stupid them trying to close down her school. She loved this school, strange field trips or not. It wasn't like she hadn't already fussed with her parents, tooth and nail, that she was going to stay at Amity even with all of the suspicion that was surrounding it. This was the place where she had met her friends. This was the place where she'd met boils that she maybe kinda-liked. This was where she'd split her six tails. This was the place where she'd realized she wasn't the failure her father thought she was.

Amity was her second home, and she wasn't just going to lose it like that.

Tomoko hadn't even hesitated when she'd been looking through her options of what examination to take. She knew exactly which one would be her forte. The thing she'd spent months working on to be her best at. She knew immediately that when illusions were an option, Illusions were the task for the kitsune.

Her task. Maybe Remi's too. She hoped he'd pick this one. They were both naturals at it. They needed to pick their strengths so they'd reflect on the scores of the academy like a champ, right? Right. That's why she was doing this one. This.... illusion and charm and spell hex thing. She couldn't do charms or spells, but she could do Illusions.

She took a minute to gather up her things and set up, fussing over her preparation willingly. She knew there were Boogiemen watching. She couldn't cheat - she didn't need to cheat. But still, she swallowed down hard even underneath their disapproving gaze, reaching out with a hand palm up. The surface of her hand seemed to change color, and then a familiar night-sky and starry dotted texture formed across it. The shape swirled around her hand, pulling from her skin, before it turned into a sphere and settled neatly in the palm of her hand.

The ball of stars, always precious, always loved.

It was hers, and now it would help her do what she needed to do to defend her school. She wouldn't go out and do battle - her home situation had proven that enough was enough, but this was a task that was catering to her specialty.

Oh yes, her specialty.

She looked at the charm knowingly, settling the ball between her hands and seeming to stroke over it. The starry texture of the ball shimmered underneath her touch with a shiver, the night sky it formed seeming to glitter and glow knowingly. Always knowingly.

She just smiled.

The air around the charm seemed to waver, turning in upon itself and changing color, form.... it reworked itself underneath the touch of the kitsune's ability, reforming into a small Bakekitsune like creature that barked and rolled onto its back, prancing about. Tomoko seemed to smile at it.

It looked alright, from what she could tell. However, when she knealt down, summoning it over, she noticed immediately the one thing that was off. At her touch, the surface of the illusioned Bakekitsune still felt as though it was made of paper, rather than fur. That just wouldn't do at all.

But she could still tell she'd done rather well for her skill. Yes, this was passable, right?

She couldn’t help but wonder how the rest of the school was doing in their testing, however. They all needed to do well, didn’t they? It wasn’t that she doubted the abilities of her peers, but more that…she wasn’t sure everybody would have a test that suited their exact skills like she had. Not everybody was an on-the-dot skill set.

Plus there were some of the new students. Would they give enough of a damn to do their best? Did they care about Amityville in the same way she did? The older students, all of the year 2s, she imagined, would probably pull out all of the stops. They’d pass these tests so hard that the Boogiemen’s ears would bleed from the sounds of their success.

The beautiful success she’d already started off with. It wasn’t perfect, but it was damn well close. So close she could taste the victory in her mouth. If they were going to have to do this every year, she’d practice.

She’d get better. She’ get so damn good at it, nobody ever questioned how good she was at it ever again. Ever. Not her father, not her clan, and she’d show those Boogiemen how much she’d learned through the school.

Like the boss she was turning into.

She might have smirked with satisfaction as she went off to record her score on that particular examination, a light spring in her step. Alright Jove-kun, Seiji-kun, Junko-chan, Vaith-san. You guys do good too, okay? She thought to herself, half confident, and half worried as she finally noted her score (was that a 10? A 9.5? She’d write down 9.5 to be safe) and grinned.