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[H2][color=9e0b0f]Hikaru[/color][/H2][Hider=Image][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CEjb5zxUUAA5WNJ.png[/img][/Hider][hr]
For the first time in a long while, Hikaru was truly excited. Since the disbandment of the explosion corps about three years ago, his daily routine had completely changed to that of a normal - if not a tad bit lazier than average - chunin and while he quite liked being able to laze around, he couldn't deny that it was utterly boring. Not that he utterly hated being in the village, as he quite liked watching the amusing situations that happened there - an occasional bout between different clans, the surprising win of a dark horse in a tournament, supposedly epic love stories between members of rival clans. He wasn't exactly picky - but to someone like him, who was used to the battlefield, The life of a common shinobi was simply to lacking and even if he tried to deny that, he deeply missed the adrenaline of a true fight and the feeling of blood rushing through his veins as he desperately tried to stay alive - something that he'd never feel in the peaceful environment of a village, where the closest substitute to an amusing battle was a highly disputed Chūnin Selection Exam. 

As such, It wasn't surprising for him to be excited over the first Jonin Exam in a while. It was, after all, his opportunity to permanently get rid of his monotonous lifestyle: As a jonin he would have the qualification to receive relatively dangerous missions even in such an uneventful time and, with enough luck, he could even get to known some important people in the process - after all guarding a VIP was still fairly common mission, and getting one of those to own you a favor was certainly advantageous to someone so prone to cause confusion as him.

With all of this in mind, it wasn't really hard to see why he departed towards Konoha as soon as he received the message, ignoring the rest of Iwagakure's group - including his designed team, whoose the composition he didn't even bother to memorize - and directly travelling to the other village with a group of merchants who convenitly decided to go to Konoha to sell their wares to the influx of tourists the village would receive due to the Jonin Exams - and even more conveniently had requested a Shinobi bodyguard, mission that he happily used as an excuse for his great escapade. By what he could see, everything was working to make his plan of going to the other village before everyone else to [s]play around[/s] familiarize himself with the environment go well...
He was wrong, of course.

While he did, indeed, manage to leave before everyone else due to using the excuse of guarding the merchant group, Hikaru failed to notice quite the important thing: A group of merchants transporting their wares moved away slower than a group of Shinobi. Even with his considerable headstart, he actually managed to reach Konoha considerably later than the group of Shinobi coming from his village, not only missing the opportunity to enjoy the disturbingly green scenery but ultimately having to run towards the stadium while still eating the buns given to him by the merchant as a treat - quite the comic scene when considering how ridiculously happy he seemed to be in despite of the situation, a result of mixing the gladness he felt for finally having arrived with his natural reaction to the pleasant taste of the buns, that somehow managed to overcome his worry about being late.

In the end, he came to the conclusion that he didn't really need to run, as when he managed to join Iwagakure's group quite a feel of their candidates still hadn't arrived yet - Most certainly a lucky thing, as one of the ones who had arrived already managed to somehow antagonize some of the Leaf Shinobi in the first minutes of interaction, something that immediately brought a smile to Hikaru's face. [i][color=9e0b0f]Is that the trash getting drunk and irritating some random guy from Konoha? What a great sign. This is totally going to be amazing.[/color][/i] He couldn't help but snicker internally as he observed the situation, taking the opportunity to eat one more steamed bun before the small conflict escalated to something more interesting - After all, the one being targeted was the Gravel Trash Rumia, that alone pretty much assured him that the insignificant clash would develop into a top-class display of idiocy.
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