Adam looked at his paper. The first question said: If a Ninja was in a tree 3.7 metres high, and his target was 13.2 metres away, what time would it have to be for the shadow of the tree to obscure a thrown shuriken? Adam thought about it, then wrote: It depends on where the target is standing. For instance, if he is standing 13.2 metres north, then it won't matter what time is it, since the shadow will never go that way. If the target was standing to the west or east, it also shouldn't matter, since, if the target is travelling alone, he would need to know exactly where you are to be able to dodge to shuriken. Also, if the Ninja had any sort of accuracy, it wouldn't take more than one shuriken. If the target it travelling with a retinue, either throw more than one shuriken, or if there is a lot of them, either think of a different course of action or call for reinforcements.
Around him, Genin were dropping like flies as they were caught cheating. Some put up a fight before admitting defeat, others walked out straight away, head down, followed by their squad mates. Adam finished all nine questions in about ten minutes, all with answers the proctor would be sure to call unorthodox, but, in every respect, correct. He then turned his sheet upside down, lowered his pencil, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. About five minutes later, he heard the proctor call,
"You, back right! What do you think you're doing?"
"Trying to get some sleep," Adam answered, cracking one eye open, and noticing, once again, all eyes were on him.
"You don't have time to sleep!" the proctor yelled.
"Really? Then what else am I going to do for the last forty-five minutes of the test?" Adam asked.
"Finish the test!" said the proctor.
"You really are slow, aren't you?" asked Adam, drawing gasps from around the room, "It's obvious I'm already finished."
"Al—already?" asked the proctor, stunned.
"Yes, already," said Adam, in a bored voice, "If you want, I can do someone else's too."
"I think I better check these answers," the proctor said, walking up to the back of the room.
"Go ahead," said Adam, gesturing to the paper, "There's no way Genin can do these anyway. This is maybe for the Jonin tests, or something else. You are just a sadistic bastard who likes torturing kid's minds. Luckily, I'm not a kid."
The proctor read the paper, his eyebrows rising as he read. "What kind of crap is this?" he asked, "These aren't the correct answers."
"They might not be the correct answers, but they are correct," said Adam, closing his eyes again, "In the first question, you assume that the target is alone, unaware of your position, and travelling either east or west. If it's someone important, they will almost certainly have a bodyguard of some kind. It depends on how good of a Ninja you are whether they know where you are or not. There is also only a 1 in 2 chance that the target will be travelling east or west. They might have tracker dogs. They might have fore or rear guards. They might even have other Ninja. There are too many variables, and you're not giving me enough info to work from."
The proctor was stunned. How had this boy thought of all that? "What about question 10?" the proctor asked.
"You haven't given it to us yet, obviously," said Adam, beginning to breathe deeply, "Now please let me sleep. I haven't slept right for about ten years, so I take every bit I can get."
"But you might miss something!" said the proctor, but he was beginning to give.
"I have three attentive teammates and one attentive girlfriend. I'm sure they'll fill me in, and even if they don't, I'll find out somehow. I always do," said Adam, "Now, this chatter is tedious so I'm going to sleep away from you. Well, sort of."
Adam jumped to the roof, where he stood upside down, activated a 95% Chameleon Jutsu, and walked around the roof, until he was sure no one knew where he was. He then sat down, and fell asleep.
