Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Reborn ❯ The Written Exam ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Johnvitt 
The exam begins.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.25.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
The exam begins.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.25.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
-I don’t any of Naruto…..except what I add!-
Gizensha flipped over the sheet in front of him and looked at the questions. Hmmmmm, he thought, yep don’t know a single one. Hey! Seishin!
What is it?, came the reply straight into the orange-clad ninja’s head. Gizensha smiled under his mask. Seishin’s projected thoughts came right in, translating into a low wraith like tone of voice. The telepathic link formed between each of the team members had strengthened perfectly.
Have you found out the answers yet?, he sent back along the line. Your creepy friends tell you what you need to know.
You have no patience. This projection’s tone was different, lower in tone. You should know it takes awhile for Seishin to convince the dead spirits here to help him.
Hey, come on Kouchuu. Gizensha sent back. It’s kind of hard just sitting here doing nothing. At least you’re by the window. I’m stuck in the middle of the classroom.
So use that intelligent mind and powerful jutsus, you always brag about having. Seishin thought to Gizensha. Check out the competition, figure out who we need to worry about. Gizensha nodded to himself. Sounded like a good way to pass the time. Placing his hands into several quick hand signs, he muttered, “Chakra akawasu no jutsu.”
In the glass of his goggles, a green film covered his vision. Slowly, around the ninjas seat in front of him, yellow mists appeared. Naruto began to scan from one person’s back to the next. Hmmm, the sound ninjas don’t have a lot of chakra. Must use something else to increase their abilities. The nine leaf ninjas that came in have nice control and average sized chakra. The sand ninjas are…HOLY CRAP! TWO CHAKRAS! The red head’s got TWO CHAKRAS! And the red one’s huge! Heh, can feel my blood boil. Gonna like fighting him. Alright on to the next guy…
Gizensha flipped over the sheet in front of him and looked at the questions. Hmmmmm, he thought, yep don’t know a single one. Hey! Seishin!
What is it?, came the reply straight into the orange-clad ninja’s head. Gizensha smiled under his mask. Seishin’s projected thoughts came right in, translating into a low wraith like tone of voice. The telepathic link formed between each of the team members had strengthened perfectly.
Have you found out the answers yet?, he sent back along the line. Your creepy friends tell you what you need to know.
You have no patience. This projection’s tone was different, lower in tone. You should know it takes awhile for Seishin to convince the dead spirits here to help him.
Hey, come on Kouchuu. Gizensha sent back. It’s kind of hard just sitting here doing nothing. At least you’re by the window. I’m stuck in the middle of the classroom.
So use that intelligent mind and powerful jutsus, you always brag about having. Seishin thought to Gizensha. Check out the competition, figure out who we need to worry about. Gizensha nodded to himself. Sounded like a good way to pass the time. Placing his hands into several quick hand signs, he muttered, “Chakra akawasu no jutsu.”
In the glass of his goggles, a green film covered his vision. Slowly, around the ninjas seat in front of him, yellow mists appeared. Naruto began to scan from one person’s back to the next. Hmmm, the sound ninjas don’t have a lot of chakra. Must use something else to increase their abilities. The nine leaf ninjas that came in have nice control and average sized chakra. The sand ninjas are…HOLY CRAP! TWO CHAKRAS! The red head’s got TWO CHAKRAS! And the red one’s huge! Heh, can feel my blood boil. Gonna like fighting him. Alright on to the next guy…
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Seishin concentrated on the ‘soul calling’ mantra that had been drilled into his head, Souls forgotten from ages old, appear before me. Souls forgotten from ages old, appear before me. Souls forgotten from ages old, appear before me.
Suddenly the surreal colorless world he saw through his blind eyes filled with strange forms. The bandages covering his mouth creased in a smile. Many souls existed here. Looking around, he assessed which of the gathered beings was the most likely to give him the information he needed.
Most of the Gathered look like dead relatives looking over their descendents. Strange, Seishin thought as he looked over at the back of a male leaf ninja that had long black hair, that soul still has its earthly form. Looks like the father if the similarities in appearance are reliable. Can’t use him. Wait, the old man in the corner. The soul in question took the form of a short man with a large bushy beard, wire frame glasses, and an outfit that consisted of a long coat covered in pockets that overflowed with books and scrolls.
You, called Seishin to the old man, come to me. Show me the knowledge I wish. The soul of the old man looked toward the bandaged covered spirit ninja.
Eh, what you say sonny? The soul asked floating over to Seishin. You want me to show you my collage. Oh, I’m so happy! The soul reached in its coat and pulled out a large section of paper covered in random photos of female ninjas. They all seemed in random states of undress. Seishin leaned forward and pinched his brow. Of all the spirits here, the one who might be useful was a pervert!
Not many of the other spirits want to see the product of my long hours of research into the female body, said the spirit of the old man smiling lecherously, They don’t know what their missing!
Seishin cleared his throat, Sorry to interrupt your thoughts. But I am in need of some information on the test in front of me. He indicated the paper that sat on the desk.
The old man frowned, Why should I help a ninja not even from my own village, and one who won’t let me explain the fine details of the female form?
Because this ninja will leave you a couple of risqué photos of females on your grave, Seishin grinned inwardly. Perverted spirits were the easiest to manipulate, as long as you could get them to shut up.
Tears began to stream down the spirits face. Really? You promise?
Seishin nodded. The ghost grinned like an idiot and began to look over the test and giving Seishin information he needed.
Suddenly the surreal colorless world he saw through his blind eyes filled with strange forms. The bandages covering his mouth creased in a smile. Many souls existed here. Looking around, he assessed which of the gathered beings was the most likely to give him the information he needed.
Most of the Gathered look like dead relatives looking over their descendents. Strange, Seishin thought as he looked over at the back of a male leaf ninja that had long black hair, that soul still has its earthly form. Looks like the father if the similarities in appearance are reliable. Can’t use him. Wait, the old man in the corner. The soul in question took the form of a short man with a large bushy beard, wire frame glasses, and an outfit that consisted of a long coat covered in pockets that overflowed with books and scrolls.
You, called Seishin to the old man, come to me. Show me the knowledge I wish. The soul of the old man looked toward the bandaged covered spirit ninja.
Eh, what you say sonny? The soul asked floating over to Seishin. You want me to show you my collage. Oh, I’m so happy! The soul reached in its coat and pulled out a large section of paper covered in random photos of female ninjas. They all seemed in random states of undress. Seishin leaned forward and pinched his brow. Of all the spirits here, the one who might be useful was a pervert!
Not many of the other spirits want to see the product of my long hours of research into the female body, said the spirit of the old man smiling lecherously, They don’t know what their missing!
Seishin cleared his throat, Sorry to interrupt your thoughts. But I am in need of some information on the test in front of me. He indicated the paper that sat on the desk.
The old man frowned, Why should I help a ninja not even from my own village, and one who won’t let me explain the fine details of the female form?
Because this ninja will leave you a couple of risqué photos of females on your grave, Seishin grinned inwardly. Perverted spirits were the easiest to manipulate, as long as you could get them to shut up.
Tears began to stream down the spirits face. Really? You promise?
Seishin nodded. The ghost grinned like an idiot and began to look over the test and giving Seishin information he needed.
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Gizensha was seeing how many times he could throw his pencil up and catch it. The mental blast from Seishin made him miss catch 349, causing the pencil to bounce off of his metal protector. What is it, Seishin? Got what we need?
Yes, though I think I'm going to regret getting the payment the spirit asked of me, Gizensha could feel the annoyance in the thoughts being sent right into his head. Anyway, the answers are....
Yes, though I think I'm going to regret getting the payment the spirit asked of me, Gizensha could feel the annoyance in the thoughts being sent right into his head. Anyway, the answers are....
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Most of the hour was up, Ibiki looked around the room. A good portion of the group had been thinned out, the cheaters chucked out on their asses. Frowning, he yelled, “Alright listen up! Time for you to get the final question. Here are the rules.”
He stopped for a moment when one of the sand ninjas returned from the bathroom. “Was your doll playing beneficial?” The scarred ninja smirked when the sand ninja flinched, “Sit down and shut up. Now to explain, these are the rules of desperation.”
All the genin ninjas felt the intensity of the moment. Most became almost paralyzed from the frightening stare directed at them by Ibiki. The scarred instructor continued, “The first part is whether or not you choose to take it. If you do not take it your points will be reduced to zero, and your team fails and you go home.” Ibiki ignored the commotion caused by this, “Now for the second rule. If you take this test and answer incorrectly……You fail and can never take the Chuunin exam again!”
“What?” chorused the group of genins. A sadistic grin spread across Ibiki’s face, “Yep, I’m the instructor this year and I make the rules! So unlucky you, you have to deal with me! Now is your chance to leave!”
Slowly hands raised as ninjas began to chicken out. Gizensha felt his blood boil as he watched them leave. As he watched more hands raised he exploded upright.
“What are you doing?! Are you ninjas cowards?! To give up on a mission before it’s complete is the lowest act of a ninja! I never give up on a mission, it’s my nindo!” He sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. Several of the ninjas glared at the obnoxious spirit ninja, their previous fears forgotten. Ibiki felt the attitude of the group shift from fear to annoyance. Hmmm, I wonder if he meant to do that.
Looking around he saw that no more hands were raised. “So no more people want out? Good!” The scarred instructor’s face was turned down from the group and covered in shadow. When he raised his head there was a large grin on it. “To the remaining 81, you all PASS!”
“What do you mean we passed?” asked Sakura, “What about the tenth question?”
“There was no such thing. Or your decision to take it could be considered the tenth question.” He then explained the reason behind the test. That it was to test the ninja’s fact-finding skills and that the last question was to see if the ninjas gathered here could take the “leap of faith” and take a question that could ruin their chance of ever becoming chuunins. As he was winding down his speech, he took a step back.
Through the window came crashing a spinning ball of black fabric. Two kunai with corners of the fabric tied to them flew out of the mass. It unrolled into a banner. Standing in front of the banner was a female ninja. “Alright, listen up! I’m the instructor of the second part of the Chuunin exam! I am Anko Mitarashi!”
Anko’s expression faltered slightly when Ibiki came out from behind the curtain and whispered, “Bad timing,” to her. She looked out over the genin ninjas and snorted, “81 left! The first test seems to have been to easy!”
Ibiki shrugged, “There’re a lot of good ones this year.”
Anko swept her hand around, “It doesn’t matter! The next test will cut out at least half!” She grinned at the frightened faces of the ninjas before her as they contemplated those words, “Alright! Everybody follow me!” Anko turned and leapt out of the window, with a crowd of Genins following her.
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Mother of GOD! Sorry to everybody waiting but I’ve been having a lot of computer related trouble. Old computer blew up, literally! New computer took a while to get and school really got in the way. But now its done…Finally. Thanks to everybody who waited! And always- read and comment.
-Flames will be sent to the fires to keep my editors warm-
He stopped for a moment when one of the sand ninjas returned from the bathroom. “Was your doll playing beneficial?” The scarred ninja smirked when the sand ninja flinched, “Sit down and shut up. Now to explain, these are the rules of desperation.”
All the genin ninjas felt the intensity of the moment. Most became almost paralyzed from the frightening stare directed at them by Ibiki. The scarred instructor continued, “The first part is whether or not you choose to take it. If you do not take it your points will be reduced to zero, and your team fails and you go home.” Ibiki ignored the commotion caused by this, “Now for the second rule. If you take this test and answer incorrectly……You fail and can never take the Chuunin exam again!”
“What?” chorused the group of genins. A sadistic grin spread across Ibiki’s face, “Yep, I’m the instructor this year and I make the rules! So unlucky you, you have to deal with me! Now is your chance to leave!”
Slowly hands raised as ninjas began to chicken out. Gizensha felt his blood boil as he watched them leave. As he watched more hands raised he exploded upright.
“What are you doing?! Are you ninjas cowards?! To give up on a mission before it’s complete is the lowest act of a ninja! I never give up on a mission, it’s my nindo!” He sat back in his chair with his arms crossed. Several of the ninjas glared at the obnoxious spirit ninja, their previous fears forgotten. Ibiki felt the attitude of the group shift from fear to annoyance. Hmmm, I wonder if he meant to do that.
Looking around he saw that no more hands were raised. “So no more people want out? Good!” The scarred instructor’s face was turned down from the group and covered in shadow. When he raised his head there was a large grin on it. “To the remaining 81, you all PASS!”
“What do you mean we passed?” asked Sakura, “What about the tenth question?”
“There was no such thing. Or your decision to take it could be considered the tenth question.” He then explained the reason behind the test. That it was to test the ninja’s fact-finding skills and that the last question was to see if the ninjas gathered here could take the “leap of faith” and take a question that could ruin their chance of ever becoming chuunins. As he was winding down his speech, he took a step back.
Through the window came crashing a spinning ball of black fabric. Two kunai with corners of the fabric tied to them flew out of the mass. It unrolled into a banner. Standing in front of the banner was a female ninja. “Alright, listen up! I’m the instructor of the second part of the Chuunin exam! I am Anko Mitarashi!”
Anko’s expression faltered slightly when Ibiki came out from behind the curtain and whispered, “Bad timing,” to her. She looked out over the genin ninjas and snorted, “81 left! The first test seems to have been to easy!”
Ibiki shrugged, “There’re a lot of good ones this year.”
Anko swept her hand around, “It doesn’t matter! The next test will cut out at least half!” She grinned at the frightened faces of the ninjas before her as they contemplated those words, “Alright! Everybody follow me!” Anko turned and leapt out of the window, with a crowd of Genins following her.
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Mother of GOD! Sorry to everybody waiting but I’ve been having a lot of computer related trouble. Old computer blew up, literally! New computer took a while to get and school really got in the way. But now its done…Finally. Thanks to everybody who waited! And always- read and comment.
-Flames will be sent to the fires to keep my editors warm-