[center][b][i]Hiron Hon

Konohagakure Jounin-sensei | Team 9[/center][/b][/i]

The whole match Hiron had been watching in silence. Leaning against a pillar, he had a worried look on his face. Though he didn't had eyes like a hawk, he kept a close watch of what his student did. Several times he wanted to whistle hard and try to remember Shikaroku to pay attention and act without hesitation. The boy had a bright and clever mind and Hiron hoped he was using it to gain the upper hand. But when Hiron glanced at his opponent, he wondered if the other genin was even properly ready. And then the tribune slowly grow silent. When Shikaroku threw the kunai, it was like everybody was holding their breath in, not sure what to say or maybe even think. Hiron pused himself off the pillar and walked to the railing of the tribune. 

The match was over. The silence was still present and then the medics ran up to the opponent of Shikaroku. The latter seemed to be in pain, falling on his knees and that was enough for Hiron. With a quick leap, he would land on the sand. Though the referee frowned and gestured Hiron to remove himself off the field, Hiron ignored the man. Shikaroku had hesitated and Hiron would likely scold him for that, but he had won. Even if it came with the cost that he had caused a grave injury or worse to his opponent. 

[b]''Calm down kid.''[/b] Hiron mumbled. Not on the most gentle manner, he would pick Shikaroku up. Then the public on the tribunes came to life. Some started to chant murderer and other bad names to Shikaroku. With an ice cold look towards them, Hiron kept talking to his student. [b]''Calm down. You did what you had to do, kid.''[/b] Hiron mumbled, walking out of the field. Though he was relieved that Shikaroku wasn't all bruised up and defeated, he felt guilty. The kid hadn't been ready to kill or gravely injure a peer. He hadn't been trained yet into dealing with such situations.

It wasn't his fault that he was in pain. It was Hiron that was the murderer.