[color=E54515][center][h2][i][u]Gisho Omawarisan[/u][/i][/h2][/center][/color]

[Center][COLOR=F8CC07][sup][b]Konohagakure | Hokage | Duality-nin[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=F8CC07][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day - Morning[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Konohagakure - Exam Stadium, Club Deck[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b] [@Odin] [@Reflection][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Yogensha allowed the courteous action of kissing her hand, it was rather pale and soft as if she had never once stricken an object with her skin, flawless. Ginsho rose to his feet as Yogensha spoke softly of politics and semantics. [color=E54515]“I try to track the weather as best I can, all the responsibilities of the Village and maybe even the world and here I am just looking at the sky. Ah as you wish your highness I didn’t mean to bring such unscrupulous topics up at an event like this, my apologies.”[/color] Ginsho suddenly felt a familiar aura, it was full of tranquility and familiarity, but not the same he was accustomed to. [color=E54515]“As you wish, I do agree Konohakgure exudes an air of homeliness and pleasantries. I’m not so sure Iwagkaure shares our views on this, as I saw most of the chunin found us rather unsavory. Nevertheless I wonder where that old bastard is, he owes me a drink from the first mission we had together.”[/color] Ginsho chuckled as that was the first time he had paired up with a ninja from another village. The nostalgia of the good old days with nothing but innocence left a tinge of regret on his tongue. 

[color=E54515]“You spoil me with your praise your greatness, I expected to see more of your students here. Or have you deemed this exam a little too brutish for your tastes?”[/color] Ginsho joked before he could feel the aura of the room being swayed toward the inclusion of the fox boy. It must have been good reflexes or a sixth sense that moved Ginsho’s body before his mind even processed the situation. With the movement of the fox boy Ginsho swayed gracefully aside to keep himself out of the immediate range of the strange man. A hand gestured outwards in order to receive a hand shake, but just as quickly receded back to his body. Ginsho a little puzzled almost stuck his hand out in response, but realized it was the arm that had vanished from his control. Instead the young boy bowed, as in good faith and manners Ginsho bowed in return. [color=E54515]“The pleasure is mine, please. Old habits die hard, I apologize for moving, my body acts on its own from time. I guess that’s what saved me from losing more than just this arm. Or well stub now. If only there was anyone left of the sage bloodline to restore my arm.”[/color] Ginsho motioned his tiny stump that barely poked out of his garb. 

[color=E54515]“The past can be rewritten is we do better and take upon ourselves to act with morality and as the new faces of shinobi that we should all try to strive for. While countless tragedies have transpired we can only help by rebuilding and moving forward. The past took with it more than just my arm, it took my comrades and that’s something that I can’t get rid of.” [/color]Ginsho said, where most people would choke up, he met this sorrow with his tenacious attitude. Surprised at the attentive nature of this young boy, he could only hope but to indulge him, [color=E54515]“Ah why yes, it was a slight revision of the original. The rumors you heard are just rumors, yet the exam was in an early stage where there was only one room and multiple ninja vying for different scrolls in one area.”[/color] Ginsho couldn’t scratch this itching suspicion that he knew this random stranger. Pressing through his next words Ginsho was about to ask before he heard the outcry over his family crest. [i]”Could it be? No there’s no way.”[/i] [color=E54515]“Hey, what did you say your name was young one?”[/color] the itch finally about to be scratched. 
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[color=39b54a][center][h2][i][u]Shizuka Ichimi[/u][/i][/h2][/center][/color]

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[Center][COLOR=39b54a][sup][b]Konohagakure | Chūnin | Breezy-nin[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=39b54a][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day - Morning[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Earth Challenge Room[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b] [@LadyinInk] [@Reflection][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]


The further the trio walked the more it seemed they were making headway. The rails they had been treading along turned into walls, but not just one, several. They were finally at an opening that seemed like a connection to another man made structure. Shizuka’s eyes finally adjusting to the ever changing ambience of light could make out an entrance that matched the parameters of the first golem they say. “Huh must be where these things used to live and work.” Shizuka talking to himself all the meanwhile being able to be heard by cloud eyes and maybe sticky. But his eyes flared open when he noticed the door was a mere distraction to the appendages that surrounded it. Two golems near identical to the one they saw before, but they were not facing or pointing in the direction of their next pathway. Rather they faced each other and adorned in their hands were two axes. Shizuka upon studying as a child was familiar with this archetype and set up for protecting or warding off travelers from treasure or death. Both were usually intertwined. 

[color=39b54a]“Kiku, Kurin, Remember the runes from the top of this place? I see them again. I need you two to figure out what they mean. You both are smarter than me when it comes to things like that.”[/color] Shizuka was very observant and his eye was matched by none other, maybe it was an inherent passive to his ruby colored eyes that glimmered with radiance and beauty. Shizuka made his way to the inscriptions that caught his eyes. With a snap of a finger an eruption of flame jumped to the tips of his fingers full of life. Blowing away the dust and grime with his forceful wind he panned his finger over the inscriptions so the light would illuminate the inscriptions for Kurin and Shizuka to see. For Kiku he simply kept a circulating wind infused in the indents of the inscription so she could read it with her own [i]vision [/i]. Shizuka was lost in his exploration he didn’t realize that Kurin had handed him a radio in case they got lost. Shrugging Shizuka threw the radio against the rock before it exploded into its base components. If he needed to find his teammates he could just do it with his wind. 

It seemed Shizuka and Kurin were both extremely intelligent, but their approaches to situations differed dramatically. Something Kiku would soon put together, it was ultimately her decision who she would follow or perhaps she would be able to make the two come together somehow. That adventure was reserved for her only. [i] Fan'shuo. Blessed with infinite resources and life. Our founders, the rejected, reveled in the Phonzite. And the world grew to envy them and their focus. The Winds and Earth would come to regret their transgressions. We of Fan'Shuo are proud, but not foolish as they were. We shall bless them as we were blessed. For we fear the Worm.[/i] While Shizuka pondered what this text meant he saw that Kurin had developed a fetish for stabilizing their environment. Shizuka didn’t really care as much as Kurin as it didn’t make his list of priorities and it wasted time, but it was funny to see the stick boy shuffle around. From what he gathered of Kurin it seemed the stick in his butt made him a literal thinker and cautionary, a combination that seemed too rigid and filled with weaknesses. There might have been a worm but at this stage it seemed unlikely. 

The trio pressed on until they had made headway with the discovery of light. Shizuka flicked the flames away and took in his surroundings. An old rail station for the cultivation of this rare metal. The doors behind them closed as they did when they arrived so there was no exit anymore, if they were to fail whatever this was, they would die here, their only hope being the door that lied ahead with the hourglass below it. The hourglass activated and began to tick just like the mouth of the Senju. [color=39b54a]“Whatever”[/color] Shizuka said bluntly ignoring most of what Kurin said before he made his way to the button mechanism and slapping it with his hand. [color=39b54a]“If this was just a trick and it’s going to activate a collapse we have to do our best to try and remain whole. Cloudy eyes listen to the floor and vibrations and tell Kurin what he needs to build so we don’t die. I’ll make an air dome for us. If we do die, at least I don’t have to pay to be buried.”[/color] Shizuka could find humor in even the most inconvenient of times. Holding out his hands and carefully spinning a large expanse of highly condensed spinning wind swallowed up the team and held ready to pulverize any small debris that was about to fall onto them. [color=39b54a]“Stay close to me if you want to be at the strongest part of protection.”[/color]
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