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In a forest shaded with a milky stream, Sueno Nemu could be seen laying still on the grass. The meltwater splashed, creating sounds between the rocks and the wind among the needles of the tree branches. The place shone with such sunlight that it lulled the small boy to a deeper sleep. He had been taking a small break--nap--because of the training he had promised himself to abide by(though it never actually happened). The chitter of the birds traveled through his ears as a song, an odd effect of both the sunlight and the noises of the animals enveloping Nemu into a peaceful trance. He had promised himself it would only be for 5 minutes, [i]5 minutes[/i] and he'll be up and running to the destination, but 5 minutes turned to 10 to 15 to 30.

(he was regretting his decision on taking the test a little bit)

[color=AFEEEE]"Nemu."[/color] A clear cut voice struck through the boys trance. A hand dropped itself down upon Nemu's mop of a hair, [color=AFEEEE]"So this is where you were, huh?"[/color] It was his father. The young boy lifted his head up, groggily staring at his fathers crouching figure, trying to adjust his eyes to the blinding light. 

[i]It wasn't like I was running away.[/i]

An exasperated sigh escaped the tight lips of his father, [color=AFEEEE]"You have to get going."[/color] His hands clasped over Nemus fingers, a clear juxtaposition between the two. [color=AFEEEE]"You already know how I feel about all this, but..."[/color] He already knew about this whole ordeal and did Nemu want to listen to the topic at hand,[i] again?[/i] Not really, so he did what he did best and avoided the conversation. The boy released his grip from his father's cupped hands, slowly nodding as his final response. These past few days Nemu had noticed how vocal his father had been and it [i]troubled[/i] him. 

Getting up alongside with his father, the two shared a quick look and that was it. Nemu wrapped his scarf over him once more and skipped his way out of the forest, looking back once to watch the back of his father diminish, a loneliness dressed itself on his back. 


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With the finishing touch of the Hokages speech, Nemu shifted his eyes across the surrounding plane of the room. It was a little surreal that these participates were eventually going to be his enemies in battle. Still in a sitting position with his legs tucked in, Nemu relived the sentence that stuck to him the most.

[i]"...There is a chance some of you may die.." [/i]

His eyes dragged themselves down towards his knees, his fingers twiddling as he took in the new piece of information. He felt the determination that escaped from each of the students that sat in the same room as him, and he himself expected the same feeling, but a part of him was stuck on the one word that made him uneasy. This was [i]real[/i], he was really about to do this. 

With a big puff of sigh escaping his lips, Nemu gripped onto his scarf and lifted his head. He didn't want to let anyone down, not his teammates or his father, so he'll just have suck it up and deal with it. Pushing himself upwards, the boy squeezed his way through the crowds, his hands searching for his teammates. Emon and Tsukai were usually easy to spot for Nemu, especially with the wild silver hair of Tsukai and Emon's tall stature. Finally releasing himself from the tight crowd, Nemu noticed Tsukai. 

Gripping the ends of Tsukai's sweater--in hopes of gaining his attention--Nemu spoke in a soft voice, [color=87ceeb]"Sorry."[/color] Releasing his fingers, Nemu stuck them into his pockets, his eyes shifting downwards to the floor. [color=87ceeb]"Emon?"[/color] He questioned, wondering where his other teammate was, upon only seeing Tsukai.