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Kiku could feel it particularly well, the vibrations ever growing in intensity and frequency. It'd be easy to correlate it to the hourglass' expired time, though that remained to be verified. These tremors were quick to become quite noticeable, with the metal on their feet channeling this movement for their stance to be affected by it as well. Sand and dust spilled from the ever growing fissures on the ceiling and walls, an dire indicator that they were going against some sort of countdown.

The first big initiative would be by Kurin with the manipulation of his Mokuton. An attempt to erect a more stable set of pillars to form their own, more reliable foundation. Unfortunately, the metallic floor would prevent the sprout of any life from that level, and could only be conjured through the walls. While it did offer some relief to the bulk that would befall them, they'd come to notice just how much larger the cracks on the walls would be. The foundation of this room was far more brittle and vulnerable than they could anticipate. In the hopes to slow this process down, the young Senju would inadvertently accelerate their doom, while also slowing it. Basically, no real progress had been made.

However, they could still hope to prevent a rock slide, right? Kurin would, through his wood style and earth affinities, grasp just how bad their situation really was. They hadn't been too deep underground, and yet the mass of earth above them was of a weight he could never hope to sustain. It'd become all the more clear at they were, in fact, right under a mountain, and its structure had long since been compromised by something. Unless they had some Perfect Susano'o somewhere, the boy's Mokuton would be far too weak to protect them from a catastrophe.

In the midst of the chaos, Shizuka would take the reigns. Pressing the button under the hourglass seemed to be the best solution he could come up with. Smacking it would cause a large thud to be heard all around them. The vibrations would halt once this was done, offering perhaps a little respite for the team. But this would only last as long as it would take for the hourglass to flip over and start again. One careful observer could notice that all the sand would have been transferred to the top in spite of the amount of time that had passed previously. And then, the small vibrations would resume. Was this only a retardant?

With the only lighting they'd have coming from various, bright runes on the walls and floor, they would be brought to notice one of the artistic representations carved on the wall. Kurin's Mokuton had brought quite some good, actually, as it purged the debris and accumulated sands from the walls, and allows the group to absorb what the natives once conveyed through them.


They came for more, and more.
Their hunger was most revolting. And their prowess beyond our own.
Our children, the Jian-Huren, remain our only custodians.
And even they could not defend our brothers from the Worm.
We remain divided, pitiful. Starved for peace.
Only the Dajian can save us.


Surrounding this detailed illustration, they could see rows of mostly damaged, but still distinct representations of golems serving as tools for the strange individuals represented in the carvings. A few humanoids looked relatively normal, but a large number were given extra limbs and odd statures. The closer they were to the main, large canvas, the more they'd notice weapons being represented, and those same multiple-limb individuals turn on each other, and even oppose the golems as seen above.

More and more, they would feel the vibrations intensify as they had did before. With smalls pebbles randomly befalling the squad. They better hurry, for even with the wood and vines, there was space for big chunks to become hazards.





Nothing.

This was most definitely a ghost town. No, ruins of a city long forgotten by history. The unique architecture and design of the humanoid edifices would leave the whole team at a loss as to what they could possibly be inspired from. Their sensory abilities would yield nothing but the depressing prospect that they were very much alone in this desolate place. Not even a spec of movement or even chakra of any form of wildlife other than the meager existence of desert plants growing at the very edges of the domed ruins.

With sensory abilities bearing little to not fruits, and the cold realization that they were completely in the dark, the team had no other choice but to follow Shizuka's suggestion: Following the only semblance of a path. The rails were metallic, and in good shape compared to what they were surrounded by. Although clear signs of frequent use could be detected sporadically. It seemed they were maintained whenever they were still used, with portions newer than others, with less dents and the such. They led through curves and bridges, none of them being trapped in any way. No, there was also a distinct lack of weapons or even tools. As if the place had been completely picked clean.

Finally, the rails would lead to one of the big, stone walls that served as boundaries on this isolated city. As they closed in, it was visible those who could actually see that it led deep in there with an opening large enough to welcome much larger entities. However this entrance would pale in comparison to the conspicuous nature of the two humanoid golems standing on each side of it, facing each other in a parallel manner and each raising a stylized double ax diagonally at the opposing direction. It looked almost as if these sculpted weapons were 'clashing'. The golems were almost identical to the one that they had crossed before, sans the weapon. They stood solemn, as if they were more than decorations, but guardians, guiding those worthy into whatever this cavern held.

Once at the dark cavern's entrance, where the rail's path continued, the more observant of our protagonists could very well notice the first piece of culture left somewhat intact by whatever had inhabited this area before. Perhaps defended by these crossed, stone axes for they would only be able to get a proper angle for it once a certain distance. The piece of art was rather sober, and interpretation impossible. But with a keen enough eye, they could very well notice the inscriptions carved onto the art, blending in perfectly with the representation.

Two languages could be detected. One that they all knew and was commonly spoken in the shinobi world, and one far more similar to the glyphs they had previously seen.



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.


Phonzite, a metal coveted by renown blacksmith. A renown ore refined to make the best of tools. It is said that the Sage of the Six Paths used such a metal to craft one of his legendary tools. The team had no other choice by to march into the dark tunnel, in which the rails guided them through. There, with their vision adaption and perhaps a little initiative to illuminate the area, they'd start to notice this black ore protruding from the earth, distinguishing itself from the other rocks.

Impure Phonzite, the cheaper, highly mined byproduct of the real deal. It'd become evident that they had been sent into a mining facility, one big enough to house an entire settlement of people with their own culture and livelihood. The walk wouldn't be too long until they'd finally see light, however.



What they would stumble upon would be none other than turntable for railways. One directly connecting the rails they had been following to six other paths. Two were completely shut down by immense rock slides, and seemed to be supporting even more massive rubble above it. Perhaps not the best idea to dig through. While the others had metallic doors all sealing them. And speaking of which, once our protagonists all in the circular room, they would be suddenly locked in by another of these metal doors. They could try to break them, but it seemed they were designed to withstand particularly strong blows. Added to that, they'd notice the foundation of the area was old, brittle and certainly not reliable. Perhaps avoiding big impacts would be the best?

The floor was also metallic, preventing any digging under, as such initiative would often create problems in the earth's structure, and be an unnecessary safety hazard! But beyond that, they would notice just on the right of the largest door, the one opposite to the one they came from, would have an hourglass set over some strange mechanism. And just their luck, said hourglass would flip over, once a click would be heard a few moments after the sealing of the room. The unnerving silence of this empty mine would be constantly disturbed by the slowly increasing amount of sand now dripping from the hourglass.

Further investigation of this red-flag inducing mechanism would reveal what was very obviously a switch connected to the Turntable, and the hourglass itself. A button, with a peculiar V-Like Symbol. A small line of instructions was to be found right under said conspicuous switch. Once again, there were to iterations of this scripture.

To the Uncertain and Distressed
Activate the Switch
And Remember your Focus


And just as they could even begin to assess the situation, they would feel the slightest of tremors under their feet, and the cracks on the ceiling ever so branching out, as the hourglass kept its pace.





Assimilation of the Yuki was complete, with the innocent lass caught in th acidic web of the resident Heisenberg. Validation and the such later, it seemed the gang was set on taking the scroll distinct from the rest of the challenges. Rumia's instincts encouraged her to avoid this particularly unique path, but the overwhelming thrill seeker within couldn't just ignore the inevitable high obtained from the more peculiar of challenges.

Though just as they would step onto their selected direction, an unknown male figure would present himself out of the blue. A swordsman by the looks of it. Our ginger friend would set a hand on her hip, and squint upon scrutinizing his frame. Judgmental she sure was, and her expression wouldn't morph too far from a dull scowl. The hick wasn't too impressed, for he was not a cutie-pie like the lil' Hime they had adopted.

"Uh-huh. Right, four. Fine. I reckon he COULD make a smoll spot fer you, lil' boi. S'long as you shake on it with Kyoka 'course."

A quick tilt of her head would have the redneck head honcho gaze at the direction of the blonde, offering her a wink. They were clearly up to no good. But young Tashiro at least had a team to compete in this trial.

Once actually ported into the challenge area, they'd come to notice just how similar it was to the wait room. All white, sober and with only a couple of doors and kanji marked over them. With barely enough time to actually inspected the area, a form of psionic link would infiltrate their minds and force the squad to listen to a particular set of instructions. Something about yin and yang, jargon that was completely beyond the redhead's thought process.

She would fully absorb the catch of the whole thing, however. The condition in order to progress. Two had to fall, in order for the other two to survive, and to proceed. To a street hound like Rumia, the choice was obvious. She was to progress, and force anyone contesting her choice to be shoved into the other room. Immediately she'd take action, once the doors open.

"Tsk, fuck this shit."

Hands in her pockets, she'd make her way toward the door. She could be stopped or warned, but Rumia would not exit immediately. The ginger would half next to the door frame, and turn her gaze toward the group.

"I ain't gon' waste more time in this shitty exam. If we listen to that voice of their's, I'm moving forward. And I want my lil' cuz with me."

Pursing her lips, she'd then peer at the direction of Hime. A dilemma came to be. The cute little thing was basically their plush doll now, and leaving it behind was heart wrenching.

"... Dammit. Cuz, you got any clue how we gotta go 'bout this? I kinda smell a rat. Maybe a big ol' 'fuck you' is what we gotta do, dontcha think?"
@BladeSS4 Join the discord you bum





Had it not been for the Hokage's unique setup, the crew indulging in none other than the Earth scroll would have been blessed with the knowledge of where exactly they were. Unfortunately, once they would remove the seal on their selected wall, they would end up in a far different place from the sober, white room they had been ported in. Once all inside, they would notice that behind them would no longer be the pure white contrasting with the dark path leading to their trial, but a rocky wall. As if that white room had never truly existed in the first place.

It was dark, but small fissures on the ceiling would allow rays of sun to pass through and illuminate some areas. They were not in the Hidden Leaf, that was for certain. The room itself wasn't very big, going as far as ten meters in radius as a rough estimate. It'd be like a dome of sorts, with nothing but rock over them, and what seemed to be a thick pile of rocks set at the opposite edge of the room from where they had supposedly entered. An educated guess could deduce that a rock slide had blocked the passage to what was possibly the entrance/exit of the spot.

As soon as they would move to investigate their current predicament, it'd be clear as day that whatever they were standing on, it wasn't rubble like the rest of the room. Cold, hard metal creasing as they walked, as if its foundation wasn't exactly stable. Upon further inspection and adapting to the darkness, the squad would notice that they'd actually stand on a circular platform of sorts with odd, runic-shaped patterns upon it. With a set of parallel lines far more defined near the center travelling from one end of the circle to the other, as if they were rails.

It would be long after this realization that these odd glyphs on the metallic structure would shine a bright, blue color. A second afterward, it would brutally descend, leaving our protagonists free-falling with it. Well, not for too long, as its speed would adjust. An observant individual could tell this was some sort of lift mechanism. And it was quite rusty in its singular function. Nonetheless, there would be no danger so far. A good thirty second descent would have the team finally land and be comforted to an exit, one in which the haloing light would be somewhat blinding as they would be brutally removed from their darkness-adapted state.

These were ninja, a little light would be nothing. With their vision clearing from the dazing effects of the sun blazing through one of the larger cracks of what seemed to be the complex they were in, Team Daddy would bear witness to the fantastical landscape few eyes had the grace of admiring.



Ruins, all secluded within the earth and its minerals. Not underground, mind you, for one could see through the crevices of the earthen shell surrounding the abandoned establishment that there'd be a long, endless desert surrounding the space. They were perhaps in a mountain, or some sort of alleviated area. Nonetheless, they'd feel the breeze of the outside world quite well, dragging along the dry heat of the land and the dust of old age.

Before them was none other than one of many civilizations that had fallen, with its own unique architecture to discover. Many passages, most of which ruined, could be seen littering the settlement. Writings on walls, most of which tarnished beyond salvation were abundant. It'd be unfortunate for the more artistically inclined, for many of the drawings made by the now dead culture were suppressed by the effects of father time.

But as they would progress in the hopes to find a clue as to where that scroll would be, the group would notice more than more oddly shaped edifices. They almost looked humanoid, but were far bigger than them, and could be easily be mistaken as another piece of the many ruined buildings. It would not be until they'd further venture down and find the plaza that they'd make a first big discovery.



Not entirely intact, but recognizable. A gargantuan humanoid statue, or golem, standing solemn. It was at least three times the size of the tallest one of their group, but it was most certainly inert. Its features were thick, and hard to distinguish, though the glyphs on its body were particularly well preserved compared to the rest of the buried city. Its left arm was also distinctly high, as if purposely set this way.

A good eye could notice that the stone behemoth was pointing at a set of rails that went through the city. The same type of rails that they had found in the elevator. They would not be able to tell where it'd lead with all the rubble, but the path it took would not have any particular obstacle. Now, it'd be up to them to use their intuition to get around.
@BladeSS4 Ayyy friend. If you're still a bit disoriented, you are free to approach team redneck. We're missing someone on our team, so it'd be helpful actually!
Rumia Shinrikyo




@Pirouette@GlitchyBugger




Oh shit, the goodie two shoes actually trash canned the bottle. A squint, followed by a growing desire to expulse her very rapid accumulation of frustration. Rumia did NOT appreciate this gesture, but for the sake of progress and the fact that the Hokage did an interesting, the hooligan would orient her attention to the authorities. For now. While the gist of it was comprehended, the details flew through her left ear and wormed itself out of the right almost instantly. Kyoka was to take note of the nuances and such.

And like that, interest in the booze and Kurin had completely vanished. Focus on the reason she even bothered to come to this dump resurfaced, albeit probably for only a short while. Shinrikyo's lack of discipline would be the wood user's salvation today.

"... Well golly me cuz. We gotta actually WORK fer our keep."

An amused chuckle, as she'd guide her attention to the scrolls in which the Kage had set the emphasis upon in his speech. Something about gathering them. Simple enough, for this ginger's simple mind. Her orange gaze would be particularly attracted to one of them, because there'd suddenly be a sixth one. Things needed to change, not always convenient to the IC, but the task was now for every team to choose a scroll and gather it. They could probably compete against another, but no point in making this job any harder. Mentions of the earth and lightning one were already made. Scratching those ones off the options.

"I reckon ... We go fer the special one."

In her pause, she'd point at the Yin-Yang, suddenly manifested, sixth scroll. Convenience. It'd serve as a means for the rest of the gang to acknowledge this interesting little factor.

"How'bout Hime comes with us, cuz? I ain't in the mood to fish out two new fresh faces. This cutie-pie will fit the gun. Won't she? One down, one to go~"

The trailer trash grinned at the direction of Hime, as her accent-coated suggestion was proposed to Kyoka. The tone made it seem almost rhetorical, and imposing. As if they didn't really have a choice in the matter, Rumia had made her choice, and saying no to someone like her didn't seem like the most brilliant of initiatives.

Arms crossed, her brown eyes would admire once more the inevitable prize at hand. The Hokage's call was quite disconcerting, given just how loud the guy was. But hey, that's how Rumia rolled too. That and, well, there was just a menacing aura surrounding his being, even if he seemed far too jolly to be a threat. Someone this primitive did have to rely on instinct more often than naught.

Now, they just had to find someone else to fill the squad. Perhaps a one of the fat kids left behind. One our menacing friend could pick on and serve as punching bag for team degenerate.
Exam Phase 1 Teams


As you all may have noticed by now, we're all to establish teams before the beginning of the exam's first phase. The village alignments do not matter. While bonds can be formed ICly, to speed up the process most people have already teamed up either through IC context or what they believe to be the best pairings. They're mostly going to be teams of four, since we can only have six teams. This is subject to change depending on how things go, right now this is to keep track of things.

I will update this list to keep track of the teams, that way we'll know who is available and who isn't. Poke me here or on discord to tell me if there's any change or something is missing.


Team 1:
-Rumia
-Kyoka
-Hime
-Tashiro

Team 2:
-Kurin
-Shizuka
-Kiku
-Jaakuna

Team 3:
-Usagi
-Sakanoob
-Tsukiko
-Kamui

Team 4:
-Hikaru
-Ai
-Ayame
-Renjiru

Team 5:
-Date
-Koibito
-Kyou
-Kyou's GF (can be switched if someone needs a team)

Team 6:
-Bumu
-Kaba
-Chojiro
-Koma
Yin-Yang release is the ability to create anything out of nothing. Izanagi is Yin-Yang release, and allows you to create an entire scenario, a fantasy, out of absolutely nothing. You died, but you rewrite fate to make it so that you never died. Usually Yin-Yang Release has very limited parameters and relates mostly to the Rikkudo Sennin. However a lot of people like to have their own snowflake version.

Yin is the mind creating a shape, but never birthing it into a tangible form. That's why Genjutsu are Yin-Release, they're constructs that never actually interact with the physical world.

Yang enhances physical, but can never be more than something applied to something else. Like increasing the size of an object or limb. With Yin, it can give form to something that doesn't exist in this realm.

That's the best interpretation I can offer. There are varying ways it's used. Such as how the Rikkudo forms of Obito and Madara can suppress the effects of Ninjutsu such as Edo Tensei. Though you could argue that it's the reversed effects of Yin-Yang, where it can de-construct anything.

All in all: Yin-Yang can be seen as 'doing whatever the fuck you want', but often defined in very clear and restricting parameters, which prevents it from being omnipotence. Some people think they are clever by making their char Yin-Yang, but in reality it's just the mother of all open-ended shit.

Edit: Odin is right that chakra uses the principles of Yin-Yang, though I'm speaking of actually manipulating the concept of Yin-Yang (which is called Yin-Yang Release, or Omnyouton). Almost all ninjutsu follow the principle of Yin and Yang mending together to create a specific form, often limited and defined by the nature release. Convoluted, I know.
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