Chunin Exam: Week 2I stared into the distance as we walked down the path towards the Forbidden forest. Some of the Jounins and examiners told us that the place is haunted, but I don't believe in ghosts. There's no logical explanation for a ghost to be able to remain in this world when it's dead.
As for the things that are inside the forest, I'm not too excited about. The thought of going into the forest without anything but the clothes on our backs made me extremely worried. My team didn't seem too shaken up though. In fact, Chinatsu and Miyakejima were chittering away and laughing about some joke I hadn't paid much attention to. They walked in front of Koemi and I, but she and I just walked in a small silence every once in a while breaking the silence between us with small questions like, "What kind of animals do you think are in there?" or "Should we look for water or shelter first?"
The gravel beneath our feet crunched every time we walked and when we approached the fence of the Forbidden Forest, I co
RTN KoriIn the alternate universe RTN, Kori happens to be a hyperactive, childish brute.
She loves ripping books in half and watching them burn. Why? Because she hates reading! She also hates preppy people and vegetables. Healthy things are taboo to her. But what does she love if anything? Candy! She's had over four cavities and they're all are covered with golden caps. She keeps her hair cut short with a giant cowlick almost always taking up the left side of her head. What's worse? She cuts her hair herself… Without a mirror.
She's bad at flirting, in fact she thinks it's attractive to get into belching contests with the guys. She snorts when she laughs, spits excess saliva, sleeps all over the place, and refuses to train. She's been seen falling out of trees for peeping on the boys bath. Also, she may or may not pick her nose in public…
She prefers to wear her baggy, turquoise shorts with rips, stains, and patches adorning the denim fabric. Her usual shoes are ninja sandals wit
Chunin Exam Test 3My heart began to race wildly as I strutted through the village. My hair was a luscious dark mahogany, curling to my lower back, and my skin a dark tan. I painted a small beauty mark beneath my eye and placed golden colored contacts on my irises. I was in disguise to test how well the people of Heart Shrine can distinguish me from my portrayal of a traveling musician. I could easily have transformed into someone else with the use of ninjutsu, but I preferred to preserve my chakra for when I need it, which would be useful, if I ever needed to battle. I held a small flute in my hand before I slipped it into a pocket within my kimono.
I began speaking to people about random events, places to go while I stayed, and places to eat as well. Some were people I knew from my classes, others were strangers I didn’t know but had seen around before. Before long, I saw the most perfect target to test my disguise on. My mother.
“Could you tell me where the nearest public restroom is?