Author-sama: Helloooo everyone! Welcome to "Team Izumi: The Chunin Exams"! Spark, explain the premise to the nice readers.
Spark: "Team Izumi: The Chunin Exams" takes place during the Chunin Exams at the beginning of Shippuden. Amaya is the only one on Team Izumi who is still a Genin, so she teams up with Arashi and Hitomi, the still-Genin of Team Seito, to become Chunin. The story picks up just as the second test is about to end.
Author-sama: Correct! Have a cookie. Now, the important thing is... Since you need a three-person team to take the Exam, they all have to pass, or else they'll have to wait until there's another incomplete Genin team to take the exam. Oh, and our lovely protagonists are from Kirigakure.
Spark: The pairings included are... OCxOC in the form of AraHito, onesided Amaya/anyone attractive, and onesided RenAma! Onesided OCxCanon in the form of AmaHina, AmaGaa, and NanaGaa! And the shipping of NaruHina and ShikaTema! Is there anything else, Author-sama?
Author-sama: Well, how about the disclaimer?
Spark: Author-sama doesn't own Naruto. If she did, Team Kurenai would have much more screentime.
Author-sama: Excellent! Now, let's get on with...
Team Izumi: The Chunin Exams
Episode One: Finally Out! Let's Start the Fighting!
Ah yes, Konohagakure's famous Fifty-fourth Training Ground, also known as the Forest of Death. According to some of the local Genin, everything there is nastier because the trees are fed by the spilled blood of unfortunate and/or careless ninja. The premise isn't all that outlandish, given the giant trees, deadly animals, man-eating plants, and-
"HOLY FUCKING SON OF A RETARDED TADPOLE!"
"Calm down, genius. It's just a giant centipede."
Oh, right. The giant bugs.
The yelling one was Tsukino Amaya. Age fifteen, brunette, blue eyes. Underweight, decidedly short. Currently paralyzed with fear and muttering very inventive M-rated phrases. The calm one was Hitomi. Age fourteen, black hair, pink eyes. Attractive figure hidden under sensible black and brown clothes. Currently hoping for a miracle that would deliver a Heaven Scroll into their hands.
"Hey girls. I brought some fish from... Oh god, what is that?"
And that was Arashi. Age fourteen, blue hair, black eyes. Muscular, causing an increase in Hitomi's production of saliva. Currently recovering the fish he had nearly dropped at the sight of the giant centipede.
Amaya cleared her throat, snapping out of the bug-induced paralysis. "Oh good, food," she said, noting said dead animal with no hint of her earlier panic. "Hitomi, you eat until you have enough chakra replenished to scout out the other stragglers with Underground River. Arashi, you and I will have normal rations."
The younger Genin nodded, grunting in confirmation. Arashi took a kunai to the fish, which had clearly already been cooked with his Fire Aura. After a quick "itadakimasu," the three dug in.
"There were 22 teams when the survival test began," Amaya started between bites. "Half of them probably got their asses kicked one way or another in the first day or two. So besides us there are about seven teams left. I was thinking-"
"Ten teams," Arashi corrected. "Half of 22, minus us."
"The teams from Kusagakure, Kumogakure, and Takigakure would have had no problems getting past everything here," Amaya explained. "Sorry I didn't clarify..."
"Great," Hitomi muttered. "Three fashion disasters, three crazy girls, and three total jerks."
"Eat your food," said Amaya. "But yeah, we might be doomed."
Arashi, wondering if the total gloominess was just girl-weird, ate his fish.
~X~
"Here should be good," Hitomi said, looking around the area. In a relatively large gap between trees, the ground was interrupted by a patch of soft, reddish clay that prevented the growth of any pesky grass. Hitomi stood in the center of the exposed clay, breathing deeply and steadily before weaving the signs for her signature technique.
"Underground River Jutsu!"
The earth under her feet rumbled subtly, and a network of hairline cracks ran through the clay. After about three seconds of anticipation, the ground simply crumbled away, swallowing Hitomi with the sound of steadily flowing water.
"Be sure to find out which teams there are!" Arashi shouted after her, cupping his hands around his mouth. "We'll kick total ass anyway, but Amaya needs to strategize!"
Amaya "hmm"ed in agreement, sitting in a meditative stance. She tried her best to clear her mind, attempting to build up chakra the way she always did before a fight.
In, two, three, four... Out, two, three, four... she thought, focusing on measuring her breaths. In, two three, There were Amegakure ninja in the exams. Out, two, Were any of them Tsukinos? four... In, two, three, It's been like 20 years since my family's branch split and went to Kiri... Out, I'd still like to see if the Ame branch is doing well, three, four...
She shook her head, dispelling her thoughts. She couldn't act like this every Chunin Exam. Yes, there were Amegakure ninja. Yes, some of them might be Tsukinos. No, she wasn't allowed to care. All she had to worry about was what to do if she met someone else from the "weak genius" Tsukino clan.
One corner of her mouth turned up into an amused half-smile. If that happened, it would be a fun battle.
"Something funny?" Arashi asked. Apparently, he had moved to lean on a tree while Amaya was lost in her thoughts. She would have to be more aware of her surroundings.
"Just thinking," Amaya replied. "It's what I do."
An awkward silence stretched between them. They were a strategist and a meat shield; there wasn't much for them to talk about. Somewhere in a nearby bush, there was the distinct sound of insect legs. Amaya flinched and pulled her legs up against her chest.
"So... fear of insects," Arashi said. "What's with that?"
"Not insects," Amaya denied. "Insects that are bigger than a cockroach and have a habit of running over everything they come across, sticking their feelers everywhere."
"Oh. Ew. ...When I was little, gross centipedes would show up in the bathtub. Sometimes I wouldn't notice until I stepped on one."
"That's fucking disgusting."
"Yeah."
Some kind of flying beetle landed on the clay and made a few weird noises. The ground shook slightly, and the beetle flew off just as a person-sized geyser erupted where it had been sitting. Hitomi, quite drenched, was propelled out of the column of water. Arashi took a few quick steps forward and caught her by the shoulders before she stumbled into a tree.
"There's a team of Amegakure Genin just north of us," Hitomi said, forming the snake hand seal and canceling the Underground River Jutsu. "They don't look like much, from what I can see by popping my head above ground occasionally. They're all wearing super-tacky jumpsuits, and I'm sure the one with the scroll is hiding it in this red belt thing. No one's butt has a scroll-shaped lump."
"Right," said Amaya, nodding. "Were they carrying any weapons? How was their muscle build?"
"It didn't look like they had anything besides the normal shuriken and kunai. They were all pretty thin."
"Probably genjutsu specialists, then. We should be okay." Amaya stood up from her curled-up position, stretching out her arms. "You lead, Hitomi. Arashi, you and I are the back two points of the triangle."
There were two "yeah"s of confirmation, and then the three ninja were blurs moving between the trees.
~X~
Hitomi held up a hand, the universal code for "Everybody stop!" Everybody stopped.
"Over there?" Amaya murmured softly, gesturing subtly to her front and left.
"Yeah," Hitomi responded in a whisper. "You see the one with the red belt?"
Amaya squinted slightly, spotting a flash of red moving at an incredible speed. "They're running straight for the goal," she realized. "That means they have both scrolls. This is great... Bitches won't see it coming, they're too focused on making it there before the deadline." She loved deus ex machina. She really, really loved deus ex machina.
"Yes!" Arashi cheered in an excited whisper. "We don't need to waste any time worrying which scroll they have. So, what's the plan for-"
"We know you're there." The voice sounded vaguely mechanical, muffled and distorted through the metal breathing mask. Amaya froze, hitting her head on the nearest tree in the confines of her mind.
"Whispers carry, you know," a second voice notified them. Three Ame Genin in the anticipated tacky jumpsuits jumped into the Kirigakure team's field of vision. The one in the middle wore a wide piece of red cloth tied around (his? her? probably his) hips.
"And wearing bright red is a dumb idea," Hitomi replied, crossing her arms. "Not only does it make you unbelievably not-stealthy, but adding an accent color really just enhances how stupid those outfits look." Ah, typical fashionable-but-practical Hitomi.
"Unless it's bait," Amaya pointed out casually, as if commenting on someone else's situation. "Wear something bright and attention-grabbing, make it look like you're hiding the scroll there, and actually have it hidden somewhere completely different."
Arashi blinked a few times before muttering a few very rude things about someone's mother. "Just when did you figure that out?" he asked.
"When I realized they must have both scrolls. Hitomi only mentioned seeing one in the guy's belt. It was already too late by then, though." She turned her attention back to the Ame ninja. "Look," she said, "how about you just give us your Heaven Scroll, tell me how the Tsukinos are doing, and we can both be on our way without any of you getting broken bones."
"...No," the red-belted one said with bored finality. He clasped his hands together, fidgeting. "How about you hand over your Earth Scroll, give us three less opponents to worry about, and... Wait, the Tsukino clan? Your outfit..."
"Yep!" Hitomi interjected, gesturing to Amaya's distinct zippered T-shirt and abundance of pointless bandages. "Kirigakure branch Tsukino clan. Let me tell you, that is style. Fixed color scheme, useful but unobtrusive cargo pockets, convenient and elegant zipper... Tsukinos know what they're doing."
"I thought the Kiri Tsukinos died out," one of the jumpsuited ones mused.
"Yeah, some jackass decided to pull an Uchiha and make a name for himself... Didn't work though, the 'weak genius' clan is a lot less attention-grabbing than a 'strong genius' clan." That one hadn't spoken until just then.
Arashi cleared his throat. "So, uh," he said, "ass-kicking now, discussion of tragic past later? 'Cause I think we're kind of on a schedule..." Amaya nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's get this party started!" Hitomi announced. She reached for a smoke bomb, only to find that she couldn't move her limbs. After a few moments of struggling and grunting, she settled for glaring at the Amegakure Genin and asking "Okay, the hell?"
"Genjutsu!" Arashi growled, struggling against the paralyzing illusion. "But none of them used any hand seals; I was making sure!"
Amaya let a sigh-groan-something of frustration. "Damn, you guys," she said irritatedly. "You've been pretty well-trained if you can disguise the seals for this as a nervous habit."
"Eh?" Arashi and Hitomi asked in unison.
~X~
"...No," the red-belted one said with bored finality. He clasped his hands together, fidgeting.
~X~
"It was back then," Amaya explained. "Shit, I keep noticing this stuff too late... I must not be getting enough sleep." She attempted to flex her fingers, tipped with silver-painted claws that could easily cause the pain necessary to dispel a genjutsu without expending any of her limited chakra. No use... Her joints seemed to be locked in place.
"Now," said the leader of the opposing trio, "which one of you has the scroll? We really don't need you three cluttering up the third test." The Kiri Genin looked straight ahead, making no motion except the occasional blink. Giving away nothing, just as their Jonin senseis had taught them.
~X~
"Lesson one when captured," the sad-looking Jonin kunoichi said, holding a tiny knife made of ice against Kaito's jugular. "Do nothing. If they ask you something, do nothing that could give away the slightest hint of an answer. Now, which of those clones is the real Nanami?"
~X~
"I'm pretty damn smart, you know," Amaya started. "Figuring out all your tricks like that. But can you be sure that I really was too late with all my deductions?"
"What do you mean?" one of the Ame ninja asked. "We have your team captured, don't we?" He gestured to them in their frozen state.
"I could have known it all before this even started," she suggested. "Maybe none of us have the scroll. Maybe we don't even have one, and the whole 'give us your Heaven Scroll' thing was all a ruse. This could all be one big trap." She bit her lip, chewing the flesh thoughtfully. "You never know, you know?"
~X~
"It could be neither of them," Kaito suggested. "They could both be clones. Or maybe one of them is Amaya, using a genjutsu as a disguise. You just can't know, yeah?" The Ice Style user chuckled a little behind the bandages over her mouth. "Good boy," she said. "You figured it out. Lesson two when captured: always keep your captors guessing. Point out everything they could have done wrong, every chance you had to trick them."
~X~
"Oh well," said the ninja with the red belt. "It doesn't matter anyway. We have both scrolls. We can just kill you, not care about your scroll, and be on our way to the final round." He pulled a kunai from his equipment pouch, crouching into a stance that indicated preparation for a quick offensive jump-and-jab.
Amaya began trembling. "You don't want to do that..."
"Oh?" he asked. "And why not?" He took two steps forward before propelling himself in a straight, graceful line through the air, kunai aimed precisely at Amaya's heart.
She dodged it.
"Because I broke your genjutsu, motherfucker!" she shouted mirthfully as she sidestepped the attack in a single fluid motion. The Ame ninja flew right past her, eyes widening in shock before they narrowed in anger. Amaya reached out to either side of herself, jabbing each of her temporary teammates in the arm with her hardened nails. Confused but ready, they quickly dodged out of the way as their opponent landed on a branch, then launched himself back at the three.
"How the hell did you do that?" Arashi asked as the Kirigakure Genin dropped from the tree to face their adversaries. "I thought your half-assed natural chakra made it impossible to break anything more than a really basic genjutsu cast by a kid."
"That's right," Hitomi agreed. "And you couldn't move your hands to shock yourself out of it using pain, either."
"Unobservant idiots," Amaya chuckled. "I am surrounded by unobservant idiots."
~X~
She bit her lip, chewing the flesh thoughtfully. "You never know, you know?"
~X~
"I injured my mouth," she said, "instead of my palm like I normally do. They left our heads free so we could tell them where our scroll was. It was easy to just bite my lip until the pain broke the genjutsu."
"Well great," Arashi muttered. "Now I feel stupid."
"She is a genius, though," Hitomi protested. "Sometimes it takes one to see the obvious. We should know best, being Ren's teammates. And anyway, Seito-sensei said that Izumi-sensei has this weird thing about tactics when captured. She probably taught Amaya a lot."
"Yeah," Amaya agreed. "She doesn't want us to feel guilty like she did."
~X~
"And now, the last rule," Izumi said, smoothing her pale kimono with the hand not being used to restrain Kaito. "I am sure as hell not going to tell you kids this. It is how you pass the test." The two copies of Nanami adopted identical fighting stances, preparing for any powerful jutsu (their? her? pronouns suck) teacher might pull out. Kaito struggled against his sensei's grip, her ice blade cutting slightly into his neck.
"No one...?" Izumi asked. "Disappointing... Your whole team is dead, just because you don't know what to do when you get captured."
Behind her, something flickered. There was a blur of black and blue, zippers and bandages, and suddenly Izumi's arms were being twisted behind her back, and Kaito had picked up his swords from the ground of the training field. "I think I know the third rule," her captor said. "It's something like... Don't be captured for long? Always have a Plan B?"
"...Something like that," Izumi said. "The whole time you're captured, you cannot just sit around like some helpless princess in a fairy tale. You need to plot and plan and find a way out."
"So, we pass?" Amaya asked, releasing her sensei.
"Yeah... you pass." If only she'd been that bright ten years ago... These kids were pretty cool.
~X~
"Hostage's Rule Number Three, bitches!" Amaya declared to the Amegakure Genin. "Never actually be a hostage!"
"Hey Arashi," said Hitomi with a grin that spoke of barely stifled giggles, "I think these guys are a little cold. You got anything that might fix that? Something in the jutsu department, maybe?"
Arashi grinned. "Yeah, just the thing," he replied. "Fire Aura: Raging Fists!" After a couple hastily woven hand seals, his fists began glowing with a red-orange flame, the phenomenon spreading up his arm, stopping when it reached his elbows. "So here's the thing," he said to the three Ame ninja, who were bearing an array of basic weapons and vaguely frightened expressions. "Either you hand over a Heaven Scroll, or Amaya's earlier promise of broken bones gets to be more than a promise."
"And tell me how the Ame Tsukinos are doing," Amaya added.
"Oh, they're doing well enough," the red-belted leader said casually. "Still good tacticians and all. We're not giving you anything, though. The scrolls are ours, and we will become Chunin."
"Well, that's too bad," Hitomi said, studying her pink-painted nails. "See, you may want to be Chunin, but we need to be. We can't be stuck doing D-rank missions when important crap happens. That's happened too many times already..."
Arashi, while not the brains of the operation, had passed the mental requirements necessary to become a ninja. Therefore, he understood a diversion when he saw one, and automatically took the opportunity to kick some ass. There were three loud, fire-packed punches, each followed by some variant of "oof!" and the dull thud made by unconscious bodies hitting dirt.
"Well," Amaya said, dropping to her knees and rooting through the pockets of the three. "That was really fucking anticlimactic, don't you think?"
"Yeah," Hitomi agreed. "Absolutely no theatrical aesthetics."
"Hey, what time is it?" Arashi asked.
Pocketing the Ame ninja's Heaven and Earth Scrolls, Amaya squinted up at the sky. "Hmm," she mused. "I'd say we have less than half an hour to get to the goal."
"So... we should run?"
"Yeah."
~X~
It took them approximately twenty minutes for the three to reach the goal, three minutes for Amaya to rush her way through the same old riddle that had been there for ages, and four more minutes for them to get to the arena where the preliminaries were to take place. All in all, not the best time on record, but hey. They were a temporary team consisting of not the best ninja on record.
"So," Hitomi said as they lined up alongside fifteen other Genin, "with this many people, we'll have to have a preliminary round, right?" She looked through the crowd, picking out the cute ones, the powerful-looking ones, and the ones who really could use a new outfit.
"Yeah, looks like it," Amaya confirmed. "Skilled enough competition that we need an elimination round... Reminds me of old times."
"You mean your first exam?" Arashi asked. "Kaito told me you guys didn't even get to the third test." He was right; Team Izumi had spent most of their time in the second test hiding and making preparations, and had eventually been ambushed by Team Guy. Not their best five days ever.
"Didn't mean we couldn't sneak in and watch the fights," Amaya said with a shrug. "Security gets really lax when everyone's focusing on the matches." She cast an eye over the Jonin, Chunin and such assembled in the room, taking note of the Fifth Hokage, a few of the foreign team leaders, her "alter-ego" Nara Shikamaru, and speaking of deer-boy... "Hey, we're missing a cute Suna girl. Where the hell's Temari?"
"Some emergency in Sunagakure," Hitomi informed her in a lowered voice. "Totally classified."
"Oh good," Arashi said with a smile, "I was wondering when Amaya was going to lesbian up the place. You had me worried. Thought you might have turned straight."
Amaya made a point of clearing her throat. "I've liked guys, you know," she protested. "Anyway, can we leave my sexual orientation out of this? Hitomi, what kind of emergency?" She was vaguely aware of Tsunade-sama explaining the whole "Chunin exams as a replacement for war" thing up on the platform in front of them. Next to them, a young-looking blond Takigakure Genin gasped, and two Suna boys of similar age looked startled and on the verge of yelling.
"The kind of emergency that calls for the tightest security they've had in years," Hitomi said, her eyes narrowing like they always did when she gossiped about something confidential. "Seito-sensei says it's got Mizukage-sama pretty suspicious."
"I would appreciate it," a redheaded Suna kunoichi interrupted in a quiet murmur, "if you didn't discuss my village's internal affairs while I'm trying to keep Shingo and Sho from making a scene."
Amaya glanced over, giving the Suna team a quick once-over. Two younger boys, and the older girl who was grabbing both of them by the hair. "I apologize," Amaya said with a shallow bow. "We'll keep out of Sunagakure's business." She was in Exemplary Potential Chunin Mode, looking nice and polite for the crowd. Not to mention blatantly staring at the black-cloth-covered lines of the other girl's body.
Okay, so she would drool over any non-bitch with nice hips. So sue her.
"Lesbianing up the place," Arashi interjected.
"Shut. Up," Amaya ordered. The Sunagakure kunoichi looked at the three Kiri ninja with an expression that could have been anything from amusement to stay-the-hell-away-from-me before returning her attention to her teammates.
As her friends made fools out of themselves, Hitomi looked over the assembled Genin again. Amaya's prediction had been correct: the teams from Kusagakure, Kumogakure, and Takigakure were all present, looking boredly up at the Hokage and their Jonin senseis. Joining them were the three neighboring Sunagakure ninja, three tough-looking teenagers from Iwagakure, and her own team. Three of the boys were cute – including Arashi – and six people needed new outfits.
No Konoha ninja, she noted. Isn't that unusual.
She was about to voice her opinion when Amaya grabbed both of her teammates by the shoulders, directing them towards the platform at the (front? back? who's to say?) of the room. "Listen to the proctor," she muttered, gesturing with a toss of of her head.
The proctor for the third exam was some random Konohagakure Jonin. Amaya had no idea what his name was, and she didn't really care. "Now, we'll start the preliminary round," he announced, sounding somewhat distracted. "Hmm, that hasn't happened in a while... Oh, right. None of you want to quit, I hope? We have a nice even number here..."
There was a mass shaking of heads, a few shouts of refusal. Someone muttered "ow!" when an Iwagakure kunoichi accidentally smacked him with her ponytail.
"Oh, all right then," the proctor said. "Now, I think we have the computer thing ready... right?" Another Konoha ninja nodded in affirmation. "Great, then... Well, get on with it, I guess."
Everyone's attention shifted to a large screen on the wall. "I've got some food pills with me," Amaya muttered, taking said items out of her pockets and distributing them throughout the team. "You'll need all your strength. Remember, none of us can be eliminated." The screen cycled through names with a nice sound effect, and the Kiri Genin ate their food pills, standing in various states of tension. After a few seconds, the computer decided on two names.
"Let's see," the proctor droned in a bored tone. "...Shingo and Akira, is it? Come on up, you guys."
One of the young Suna Genin from earlier stepped forward, waving. "Shingo here," he said. He had short black hair and cheerful-looking brown eyes. Judging by his clothes and the wrappings on his hands, he probably fought mostly with taijutsu. Pale skin, though, so he probably hadn't spent much time in the field. His headband hung limply around his neck. "So... Akira?" he asked. "Which one of you is Akira?"
"Go, Akira! Show everyone how cool you are!" With that shrill cheer, the second contestant was pushed out of the line of Kumogakure ninja.
She was a gloomy-looking kunoichi with the dark skin of most Kumo residents. Her gold eyes were framed by long, neatly made-up eyelashes, and her chin-length navy blue hair hung in her face. She was dressed all in blue, black, and mesh armor. "Idiots," she muttered with a glance back at her cheering team. "Fine, let's get this over with..."
"Good then... Everyone, up to the balcony things. We don't want any of you getting hurt... You know, except these two," the proctor ordered, walking lazily over to the stairs leading to the upper area.
Everyone followed after him, some taking the stairs and others simply jumping up. Amaya opted for the stair option, looking back at the two fighters. It was obvious that Shingo would be fighting with hand-to-hand combat and standard weapons, but Akira's appearance didn't give away much about her fighting style. It doesn't look like she's carrying any weapons at all, Amaya thought. Maybe she uses mostly genjutsu...? Or she could be the type to keep all her things stored in scrolls...
Having made their way up to the balcony, the three Kiri ninja looked out over the railing, watching the two Genin face each other. A few feet to Arashi's right, the proctor shouted down, "Okay, you two... Begin!"
Shingo adopted a fighting stance, one hand inching towards his weapon pouch. "I'll warn you in advance," he said with a grin, "I'm just an average kid. Really I'm just here for Shizu and Sho... But don't underestimate me! Shizu says a balanced fighter is a strong fighter, and that's what I am!"
On the balcony thing across from Amaya, the redheaded Suna kunoichi smiled down at her teammate. Next to her, a purple-haired Kumo girl shouted down at Akira. "Don't listen to him!" the purple girl yelled. "You're strong and smart! You can totally take him down! Show him what girls can do!"
Her blue counterpart sighed. "Fine, fine," she said with a roll of her eyes. "If you would just shut up with the boy/girl stuff..." She pulled a scroll out of her clothes, confirming Amaya's theory. Akira bit her thumb, then spread the blood out on the scroll. In a puff of smoke, a katana of standard dimensions appeared before being immediately grabbed by Akira.
"Check it," she said, shifting into a rooted position with the sword held in front of her, blade parallel to the ground.
~X~conclusion~X~
Author-sama: And here we have our cast of characters... Arashi, the "tank" figure with a fire-based jutsu, rare in Kiri! Hitomi, the fashion-loving girl with a stealthy technique and a practical mindset! And Amaya, a genius tactician with fair taijutsu and a completely unoriginal backstory!
Spark: Will they succeed in their quest to become Chunin? Will Amaya score any girls? Will Akira's teammates drive her crazy? One thing's for sure – I'm not getting paid for this!
Author-sama: So, how did you readers like it? I crave ego fuel, so please leave a review. Criticism will be greatly appreciated, and compliments will be treated like the most holy of bishonen. I want any advice you have about my writing, and did I mention the ego fuel? Oh, and please point out any and all spelling and/or grammar errors I missed!
Spark: Author-sama doesn't have a set update schedule, but she'll try to put up a chapter at least once a week or so. It helps that she actually wrote an outline.
Author-sama: Yes, I've been nurturing my planning skills. Anyway! Next time on "Team Izumi: The Chunin Exams"...
Episode Two: Sword Expert vs. Normal Guy... This Shouldn't Take Long
"Woo! Go Akira!"
"Would you shut up for five seconds?"
1-29-2011: Corrected spelling error.