A young boy stood in the chattering crowd of Genin who awaited their long awaited chance at success. His ear caught a word or two every so often and he wondered which of these Genin would be his opponent. His short dark shadow stretched behind him, his body standing against the weak light that came from the radiant bulbs on the roof above. He felt a jolt as a hand touched his shoulder. "Hey, good luck!" another Genin said. He didn't know who it was but they sounded excited, and so happy. Sora watched as the same boy ran around talking to everyone. "Er, thanks." he said, knowing that the boy was out of earshot.
He looked around and saw Jounin up in the crowd areas along with Chuunin and fellow Genin who had decided not to join in on the exciting Exams. 'What a shame...' Sora thought, with pitty when he thought of those few who did not want to compete. 'Do they like being a Genin or just think that they will lose?' he questioned to himself silently as he noticed how many Genin actually had teams already. He knew that he would most likely get in a team if he failed these exams but compared to the amazement at winning the Chuunin Exams it was like a choice between a pudding cup and most delicious ice cream desert in all of the Villages. A man stood in front of the large mass of Genin and he seemed lean and powerful, the referee probably.
A voice echoed throughout the room and brought a wave of silence through the social Genin and even those who hung out in the corner in groups of three or two. "Welcome to the Chuunin Exams and..." Sora stopped listening; he had very little interest in the introduction if it did nothing to help him in the exams. When the referee shouted something to end the introduction Sora looked up to see letters spinning on the big screen; it was large maybe ten feet wide and twelve feet tall and sat on the wall proudly. Within seconds some names stopped rolling and he saw his name and picture; he scanned the other side and saw who his opponent would be. "Akaru Kaygo..." he murmured, looking at the picture next to his name.
'He looks pretty tough...Hopefully I can take him.' Sora thought, as people rushed to greet their opponent; until the referee shouted the first match. Sora took no notice of Akaru and took a seat in the stand where he would await his highly anticipated battle with Akaru; he had never felt so excited, his adrenaline was rushing, and he thought he might jump over the bar any second and start the fight himself but he had more sense than that; he waited silently for his battle which turned out to be the Eighth Match. He stood up and lept over the bar into the arena, across from where Akaru had come down.
Sora wore a black suit with black gloves that had metal plates on the back of each one. His hood was over his head and his mask blocked his face. His black hair protruded only slightly below his hood into the shadow that coated the part of his face that was showing; his bright emerald blue eyes seemed to glow however. 'Here it is...the battle of my life. This is what will begin my story...My own ninja way!' he thought, getting into a battle stance as the referee shouted the words to begin after asking if both contenders were ready.
Subject: Match Eight: Akaru Kaygo vs Kihaku Karite 
