Every person who thinks of the hunter exam at some point in their life is perfectly normal. Everyone who considers taking it is a little bit brave, or a little bit stubborn, but this is only a consideration that I am speaking of, so it's nothing grand. Everyone who tries to get to its location is above average. Everyone who does get to it is pretty damn awesome. Everyone who succeeds is extraordinary. After that, I don't know how to explain it. It's just adding another level of bravery, another level of feats that I can only begin to imagine what they are like. It's like saying 'very' over and over again, and after a while it's impossible to think of how many times you've repeated yourself. It loses meaning until you have something to compare it to, but this is the comparison, because there is nothing that is more then the Hunter exam. It just is.

I got to the hunter exam location, after a whole five minute decision and a butt load of travel, but it was a pain. On the way there, I faced little tricks or questions that had hidden answers, but I was smart, like you're supposed to be. I don't think it's worth telling about it as it was incredibly boring. There were some people in front of me, treading the same path, and although they tried to set traps for me, they only succeeded in aggravating me, so they still had me as competition. That is, if they weren't an idiot and actually made it to the exam. But I finally got to the room with people my level, my skill, the ones I feared yet wanted to challenge at the same time, the ones that had a story just like me, the ones who had enough of a purpose to press this far, just like me. I wasn't sure if they also thought that this was easy, but I did.

I got a pin, saying that my examinee number was 274, and I scouted around, looking intently at the different people. Some were scary- covered in pins, really buff, or with an air of confidence surrounding them. There was a trio of what looked like triplets, but one of them had an air of authority over the other two, so they were probably brothers of some kind. There were old men and people my age. Brainy- and I mean really brainy- people and brawn people. Hyper people, calm people, and deadly- really deadly- people. A magician that killed someone. A million severe ends of the spectrum of people. All unique. All like me. And yet, none of them were the same. There was probably no other person running away from their mother's dead body... But hey- they were still competition.

Yet, I wasn't scared, or wary. I was curious and doing my hobby. Sorting people and their attitudes and their thoughts, noticing their nervous habits, as I removed and twirled my mini skate board from my backpack. There was even a boy with a fishing rod, for heaven's sake! I saw another kid with a skate board, who appeared to be covered in a curly bed of snowy hair. He was clearly confident, and definitely strong- he even seemed pissed off, not bored. He had put me in such a thoughtful trance about his hair- which I thought was cool- that I almost jumped when I heard a man's voice behind me.

"You can tell who's new really easily- they're always looking around to much." A slightly big dude said. I raised an eyebrow, as he twitched his fingers, and looked me straight in the eye. He was confident in his speech and what he thought would be my reaction, he had done this before, given this speech to all the new people. You may be (or may not be) thinking that it's crazy that I knew that fact. But I could find out these facts about everyone- discover their true intentions, their deciding factors, their values, their history, just from observing. I am a genius in psychology, a prodigy in therapy, a seeker of desire. Give me a person and five minutes and I'll know their secrets, I can haunt them with guilt or spear them with joy. But I am talking too much, you're here to read my story, to know my life, know the secrets of my life that most people skip over. Most people hear of an alternate universe where I don't exist at all, but I do.

"You can also tell who's reciting the same speech to everyone in the room," I countered, "and you failed on doing that to me. Can I ask your name?" I thought he was the kind of person who liked other blunt people- I could get along with almost everyone, another side affect of my skill that I've had from my birth. I could morph into every personality- anywhere on the spherical spectrum of people's actions. As always, I stood correct about how to phrase my reply.

"My name's Tonpa," he said, smiling and raising an eyebrow at my attitude. "And you?"

"Why should I tell you a thing like that?" I asked, winning a hearty laugh from this 'Tonpa'. I suppose he was popular or something, because I noticed people were starting to listen in on what he and I were conversing about. They eyed me up and down, thinking about how this small girl in front of them was communicating comfortably with this grown man. About my small body and his giant one. Our physical opposites and my mental ability to make similarities between us just to win a laugh from him.

"I just thought you might be kind enough to answer," he said, smiling. Although his personality at that time was kind, I wasn't sure that he was like this in the inside. He was an actor, and a good one. He tried to fool me, tried to make me trust him and talk to him even more.

Well, he failed.

"Well then, you've thought too highly of me," I replied, "But I'll tell you my name, Tonpa, as you're fun to mess with." Smirking at his face, which was surprised and slightly annoyed, I stated, "My name is Sage,"

Hi- Paprika11 here. This is my first fan fiction (and FYI, 11 isn't my age) and I hope you like it.

*casually begins to hyperventilate*

Anyways... I actually already have all 24 chapters already written but unedited. I will update every few days- I'm not quite sure how often yet. Please write comments and questions, I will answer every one I can. Cíao for now!
Also, I'm going to give my first comment/ question an imaginary pockey stick.