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[b][color=khaki]“Mnnnnnnnh.”[/color][/b]

Kurimi audibly hummed as she entered the irritatingly crowded room of various shinobi. Maybe she didn’t even need to be here, Kurimi was small, blended in pretty well too.

The Mochi Girl simply crossed her arms and glanced around the ocean of roaring people, social anxiety forced her sights to scan the room for familiar faces. Which was pretty difficult, though she managed to find Iza and Yachiyo within the ocean of ninja youth— but there was no way she could get their attention, maybe she would try and make her way over to one of them. Where was her team anyway?

Something would interrupt that train of thought. Kurimi wasn’t the sharpest with her senses, but her instincts were quite sharp. [b]Danger[/b]. The feeling welled up in her chest and forced the anxiety to momentarily disappear and push her to move towards the familiar faces she’d seen before. But she wouldn’t reach them, the young ninjas torrent or cheers and conversation, excitement and cheer, unless she went on a rampage or something. But that wasn’t happening, and the presence that alarmed her grew closer until suddenly—

[b]“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll make it far enough to be in any ‘real’ danger. Just try to survive the best you can, little one.”[/b]

His words rang through the white-haired girls ears like an alarm bell sounding off.

Her head spun back to meet the foreign ninja’s eyes with her own, the cream colors irises cutting deep into the rival ninja’s soul. That’s what she had hoes for atleast, her teeth gritting beneath her lips, fists clenching at her sides. The Kumo-nin wore a grey jumpsuit, white silken belts, and a ninjatou was strapped to his waist. He was tan with darker features, brown eyes, black hair, a clear contrast worn in his wardrobe to make him stand out. This person’s psyche reminded her of a certain person in Kurimi’s class and she hasn’t even really known this guy for that long— nonetheless she just flared her nostrils and faced forward in a silent rebellion. Not offering him any stimuli in response to his shitty comment. 

[color=khaki][i]Or maybe I’ll crush you in the Forest of Death.[/i][/color] Kurimi thought to herself as she quietly contemplated the closing words of the Hokage’s exam speech. And as the gathering event came to a close she would deliberately spin on her heels and stomp right past the Kumo-nin who tried to rile her up, growling quietly as she did so. Stepping out from the crowd her glance would once again dance among the people who left the preparatory speech in the outflow along with her.

[color=khaki]”Finally..”[/color] She quietly said to herself, muttering a whisper only audible to someone closely listening.