Yakushi
Kabuto Yakushi.
The Sound Kage's right hand man.
Maybe he was and maybe he wasn't.
Ubiquitous and nauseatingly obsequious when his Kage was around
yet Baki sensed Kabuto playing both ends against the middle.
But what, exactly, were the two ends?
Much about Kabuto didn't add up.
If he was such a skilled healer, why didn't he correct his own vision?
Was he hiding his true self behind those glasses?
Hayate
Gekko Hayate
An admirable ninja, demonstrating keen watchfulness and swift intervention when he halted that match between the two Hyuuga.
And Dance of the Crescent Moon? Impressive.
It was unfortunate that the young man was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Baki didn't relish killing Hayate, but he wouldn't let a scorpion like Kabuto touch such a ninja.
Another time, another place, they could have been friends.
Shiranui
Genma Shiranui
They had faced off once before.
Baki remembered him from his own chuunin exams, both of them genin competing for the rank.
He was soft-spoken, not at all boisterous, the complete antithesis of the Sound trash sent into this battle.
Still water runs deep, Baki mused.
The man didn't say much but when he did it was worth saying.
The new exam proctor, Baki watched him closely.