[center][b][i]A word of advice,
Hiron's view.

A collab between Chrome and Gero.

Summary :
Hiron walks Shikaroku to his match and shares his opinion with his student before he will start his match.[/center][/b][/i]

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Hiron had looked at the announcer. When Shikaroku and Masami were announced, he had at first done nothing. Listening to the surnames could sometimes reveal a detail or two about the opponent. Hopefully had they also pay attention to it, cause he had been rather harsh and stern with the two genins ever since they had set foot in Amegakure. If it weren't for the matches to begin soon, they would likely expect him to give them a grim training to make sure that they would be warmed up for the next following month. Making a shadow clone, one of the Hiron beckoned to Shikaroku. [b]''Kid. With me.''[/b] The tone made it clear that Hiron wouldn't accept a no from the boy. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants as he already started to walk, Hiron would throw a question towards Shikaroku. [b]''Feeling ready for it?''[/b]

Thinking seriously about that question, Shikaroku kept his hands tucked away in his pockets. [b]"I suppose I am as ready as I could feel, given the circumstances."[/b] He finally said, glancing up at his sensei. [b]"Do you think I'm ready?"[/b] Shikaroku asked back, a slight grin on his face. It wasn't that he was in a joking mood, nor was he really that happy at the moment, but it felt a little different around Hiron. It felt like he could be a little more comfortable. 

[b]''No.''[/b] Hiron's answer was rather short and he didn't think long about it. [b]''Your taijutsu isn't what I would be content with. Your ninjutsu isn't that trained yet that I would call it good for your level.''[/b] Hiron stopped with his comments. [b]''But you got something that most others don't have.''[/b] Though Hiron hadn't smiled or grinned in days towards his students, he shot Shikaroku a grin. [b]''You got a healthy dose of guts. Some good motivation and knowing how to use that brain. All you need to do is give it your all. Even if you can't win, just know that you don't need to win. Sometimes, a wise or strong shinobi knows when to forfeit and retreat. If you have the idea that you won't win. Forfeit.''[/b] Hiron's grin vanished as he looked more worried. 

[b]''No need to get all bruised up, kid. There is always a next exam if this one won't work. And if there is by any small chance,''[/b] Hiron sighed briefly as he looked at the direction they were heading. [b]''That you're doing this to try to impress or make me proud, then lets call it a day right away. Fighting in that arena won't make me any proud or impressed by what you can do.''[/b] Shikaroku would feel a pat on his head. [b]''Cause I already am.''[/b]

Chuckling as Hiron went on about his sub-par skills, Shikaroku couldn't help but feel a little relieved. He was filled with a sense of warmth when Hiron said he was proud, and for a moment, stunned into silence. Looking up, Shikaroku locked eyes with his sensei. [b]"Thank you Hiron-sensei. That..."[/b] Looking away, he didn't need to finish what he was saying, Hiron already knew. Thinking ahead to his match, Shikaroku had indeed been wanting to make Hiron proud, to make Aiko-sama proud... But he also didn't want to act foolishly simply to appease other people.

This match was supposed to be about showing off their skills, and deciding whether or not they were ready to become Chuunin. Shikaroku harboured no doubts that it was a task he wasn't ready for, he had a lot to learn. But the fact that Hiron had allowed him to enter, to get the experience, meant that maybe one day he would be ready to take on that task. Leading others... It was a strange thought, especially for a shinobi who still had a hard enough time leading himself.

They were near the arena and Hiron slowly stopped. He looked with a frown at Shikaroku. [b]''I never told you why I kind of started to become not that easy with you, I realized.''[/b] Hiron started off. [b]''I have met and trained a lot of genins and most of them were rubbish. Going to be honest, they were either too arrogant or too dumb to understand what was truly important. I always have seen myself like that, cause I was too arrogant at times. Around your age, I only became bolder when I was promoted to become a jounin. Only later I realized why I was promoted.''[/b] Hiron sighed, raising his right hand to place it at his neck. He had a more relaxed appearance, the grin becoming a smile. [b]''Cause I showed the potential to understand the little things that are important.''[/b]

Letting a pause fall, Hiron raised his right hand for his mouth, coughing a bit. [b]''But back to my point. I think that you're a bit like me. Less arrogant and probably better with thinking, but still.''[/b] Looking with a rather serious look, Hiron moved his hand up to his bandanna. [b]''I want to give you something small.''[/b] Slowly his fingers would unwrap the cloth as he would stretch it towards Shikaroku. [b]''It isn't anything cool as a new blade or technique. Kind of worthless, but might bring some luck.''[/b]

Slowly reaching out, Shikaroku took hold of the bandanna, speechless. [b]"Hiron... sensei... are you sure?"[/b] Holding the piece of cloth in his hand, he forgot about everything else for the moment. It didn't need to be a weapon, a technique, or anything like that... The gesture, that meant the world to Shikaroku. 

[b]''No, I just want to give you some piece of cloth.''[/b] The sarcasm was evidently clear in the voice of the jounin, who sighed. But he did sound quite amused. [b]''Now, remember what I told you. And if you can, give them hell.''[/b] Waiting, Hiron would stand still till Shikaroku would enter the arena. Until the doors would closed, he would just stand and wait for Shikaroku to enter the field.

Grinning, Shikaroku raised the bandanna and tied it around his head. Nodding to his sensei, there was nothing more he needed to say. Shikaroku turned on his heel and made his way towards the entrance of the arena. [i]This is it...[/i] He thought to himself, taking a deep breath before he stepped inside.
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