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03-07-2006, 12:02 AM
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Shadow of the Mist
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I wish I did though… Damn I’m broke.
A/N: OC centric, but other original Naruto characters may have their moments too. SI was my first decision but, I finally figured out the difficulty of making SI’s that so many other author’s face, you just can’t resist making their abilities GODLIKE, so instead, I’ll make it the opposite.
Summary: A young Mist villager hopes to become a Shinobi so he could afford to make a living; he discovers that the life of a Shinobi will be more difficult. Pairings is reviewer’s choice.
Please read and review, it actually makes an author like me write better.
Chapter 1: His Decision
The Village of the Hidden Mist was run by a ruthless, and sometimes cruel leader, the Yondaime Mizukage, he was young in his mid-twenties and worked hard to earn his title, the Sandaime’s attempts to kick Mist Bloodlines out of the village because of fear of their power and potential brought discredit among the villagers, Mist ninja, and other villages as well such as the Leaf. The Mist, however could careless what the Leaf thinks, it’s been twelve years since Kyuubi’s attack on the Leaf. The Yondaime offered to allow Uzumaki Naruto, the Kyuubi container to immigrate to the village to escape Konoha’s hatred, but Sandaime Hokage declined, saying that ‘Uzumaki is Yondaime’s legacy, and the Yondaime wished Uzumaki to be known as a hero because he saved the village from Kyuubi’s wrath,’ as a result, the Mist’s allegiance towards the Leaf started to slowly crumble.
The Mizukage, stood in sat behind his desk, clad in his black Kage robes and headress with a symbol for ‘water’ on the front. The final exam for academy students is today, the Yondaime quickly changed the exams to make it similar to Konoha’s methods, though of course the exams are going to be a lot more difficult than simply creating clone replications, ever since Momochi Zabuza killed a hundred of his classmates The Mist lost a lot of potential genius shinobi in the process, so the Yondaime allowed the bloodline limit clans back into the Mist so they could reproduce more genius Ninja. Slowly but surely, the Mist once again became the one of the most feared Hidden Village reclaiming the nickname, ‘The Bloody Mist.’
The Yondaime looked at his paperwork hatefully, this was the thing every Kage hated doing… Paperwork. The Yondaime snorted, “I’ll just pay a Chuunin to do it all for me or something, just because I'm Mizukage-sama...” he drawled as he pulled open his drawer and reached out for a small red book. “Hmm, Jiraiya-sama’s new volume huh?” He began to open the book slowly.
Suddenly a bird flew into the Mizukage’s office with a small scroll tied on it’s back,
“What the ****?!” Mizukage cursed as he instinctively threw a kunai at it. The Mist village’s strongest Shinobi blinked, he just impaled Konoha’s fastest post-bird into the wall.
He slowly stood up, leaving his beloved perverted book and walked towards the dead bird. He gingerly untied the letter and snorted as he tossed Konoha’s best bird into the nearby trashcan.
Dear Mizukage-sama,
We invite you to take the Chuunin exams, I know this maybe a little early for as the Genin exams has just taken place, but I feel that this may strengthen our relationship together.
Yondaime blinked, this is another one of Sarutobi’s pathetic ploys to get them to be allies.
PS: Do you have the latest Come Come Paradise Volume? I heard the Mist gets them released earlier than Konoha.
Yours truly,
Sandaime Hokage
Yondaime blinked, before he threw the letter in the trash. “Like I’ll give him that book, I haven’t even started reading it yet!” he ranted.
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A young academy student clad in a black gi with a black turtle neck under it, black pants, a equally black sash hopped over roof over roof quickly so he could make the Genin exams. He scanned the area for his school but couldn’t find anything, he growled and cursed in frustration, to be honest he’s never been to Academy a day in his life, he merely begged the Mist Jounins for training so he could make up for it. He glared over his small rectangular glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose; he wore a black bandana that covered his black hair, and round goggles of the same dark color hung from his neck. The reason why he wore such dark colors, was because one of the Jounins laughed when he saw him wearing green, which was naturally not a very good color for a Ninja, the Jounin mentioned a Leaf nutcase he met at the Jounin exams the man called himself the Beautiful Green Beast or something like that. So the boy decided to wear all black from now on.
“Damn this sucks, just where is that damned school!” the academy student shouted he then looked to his right seeing a glimpse of a large building from the corner of his eyes, “Oh there it is,” he said dryly before hurrying to class, he held onto the strap on his chest which held his katana to make his last, and very long jump to the Mist Academy.
The class, where the exams were taking place was noisy, students started talking about this and that, the reason is of course the teacher is nowhere in sight so they could do anything they wanted right?
The doors suddenly swung open, the class fell silent, expecting their sensei, but when only another academy student walked in, who was relieved that he wasn’t late after all approach his seat to the back. The students promptly began chatting again.
“Amane, what’s the point of coming? You know you’re gonna fail anyway,” said a boy who resembled a shark, he had gills and all, which allowed him to breathe underwater, he was one of the bloodline clans that were allowed back into the village. The Hoshigake shark bloodline heir snickered as the black clad boy glared at him.
“Just watch, I’ll pass this time Tai, damn shark face,” Amane muttered the last part, so Hoshigake Tai couldn’t hear, while Tai was a good friend to Amane all Hoshigake’s have bad tempers, Tai was no exception, he was the prodigy of the class after all, Amane wasn’t really in the mood to get beat up by his own friend after school. Hoshigake Tai wore a dark blue cloak and brought his large bandaged sword everywhere he went, Amane never really looked at Tai’s sword that much because he wasn’t really interested, katana is the best, after all.
While Amane had other talents, the exam was always the same, you have to make water clones which was difficult for Amane, he recently was only able to make at least one water clone and that’s it. He didn’t have the control to make another. Amane had absolutely no talent whatsoever in Genjutsu (Illusion Techniques), he was below average in Ninjutsu (Ninja Techniques), above average in Taijutsu (Hand to Hand combat), and was a specialist in Kenjutsu (Sword Techniques).
Those like Amane, who had no bloodline or doujutsu (Eye techniques) and parents, he was among the many other academy students that have to work hard to become Shinobi, the Mist are quickly beginning to favor bloodline Shinobi.
Their sensei, Fujita Ken finally entered the class room, he was in his teens, and a Chuunin his forehead protector was tied in it’s proper place holding is brown hair, one also important thing about him was that… “SHUT THE **** UP, YOU ****ING PUNKASS BRATS! BAISOTEI! SIT THE **** DOWN!” the Chuunin yelled loudly, finally losing his patience with his students, and particularly Baisotei Amane, who was his worst student.
“BITE ME, *****!” Amane shot back, leaning back on his seat, Tai gave him an amused smirk from beside him, and Ken went red with fury. Killer intent leaked off him, and traveled towards his rebellious student, while Tai was unaffected, almost every student, Amane included shivered in fear. “S-sorry…” Amane apologized.
“Thank you,” Ken replied, grinning before calling names to come up to the front to take their exams.
“Heh… Pussy,” Tai said, loud enough for only Amane to hear, leaving him fuming in anger.
“Hoshigake Tai!” Ken called, Tai walked down to the front, and air of arrogance around him.
“Create three Mizu Bunshins please,” Ken said, and stood back to allow Tai some space.
“Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu!” Tai shouted, forming a single hand seal, smoke began forming on his right. As the smoke cleared, the Chuunin smirked.
Ken noticed how Tai used above average chakra control, “Congratulations, brat, you’re the Rookie of the Year,” Ken said, reaching for a forehead protector with the Mist symbol on it. Tai gave a shark grin in arrogance, the class shrunk back at Tai’s fearful shark grin as he walked back up to his seat beside his friend.
“See moron? It’s easy,” bragged Tai, shooting Amane the shark grin.
Amane looked blankly at Tai, “Can you stop grinning at me please? That’s disturbing you know,” he said, Tai frowned but he wasn’t really offended.
“Baisotei Amane, get your dumb ass up to the front so I could fail you again,” Ken sneered across the room smugly.
The class laughed as Amane mumbled angrily as he walked down to the front and glared at the higher ranked shinobi.
“Give me three Mizu Bunshins, dead last,” Ken ordered.
“Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu!” said Amane in a battle cry.
Ken frowned, because of Amane’s crappy chakra control; the boy couldn’t risk making another. Amane only made one Mizu Bunshin, and it looked passable, Ken stared at Amane’s pleading face, as if begging for him to pass him.
Ken sighed, “Whatever, you better hope you improve those Bunshins kid, you pass. You brats are all dismissed, good luck with your Genin missions.”
“WHAHOO! I PASS!” Amane skipped happily outside, and the entire class followed, with Tai the leader.
“Amane you idiot! You forgot your forehead protector!” Tai said irritably as he chucked the object towards his friend, “Huh?” Amane turned around stupidly before being hit by the metal part of the bandana.
“Ouch… Thanks,” Amane said gratefully before tying it around his own black bandana.
“Later!” Tai said, before going his separate way.
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“Hey,”
A man dressed in a black Jounin uniform turned around slowly, frowning at the person that called out to him. “Yondaime-sama?”
The Jounin wondered why the Mizukage himself would walk the streets of the Mist to find him.
The younger man clad in Mizukage robes nodded and continued, “I want you to become a jounin sensei, Momochi Sanosuke,” the Mizukage looked the Jounin in the eye, as if daring him to defy him.
Sanosuke snorted, “No, there’s no way I’m going to waste my time in my Shinobi career teaching a bunch of punks,” he scoffed. He turned his back on the higher ranked Shinobi, revealing an odd looking katana, it was too large and too wide to be a regular traditional katana, the blade was just as big as he was.
“Are you sure? You’ll get your pay raised, and the Chuunin exams are not that far away, after that you wouldn’t have to teach the ‘punks’ anymore,” the Mizukage offered.
Sanosuke grunted turning around to face the Mizukage, glaring at him hatefully, Mizukage assumed that the Jounin accepted his request and continued.
“Good, your Genin team will be…”
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“Team 4, Baisotei Amane, Hoshigake Tai, and Mutsumi Niomi,” Ken said, declaring Team 4’s fate.
Amane and Tai grinned at eachother, while Niomi’s face was passive.
Niomi, though pretty, was avoided by everyone she seemed to have a very disturbing personality that even scared Ken the Chuunin himself. She had short blue hair, held up by her Mist forehead protector. Niomi wore a simple dark blue gi and black hakama with her katana at her side.
“Yo Ken-sensei! Why do these losers have to be paired up with a legendary shinobi like me?”
Ken laughed, tears streaming out of eyes.
Amane glared angrily at the way Ken refused to acknowledge his super Ninja skills.
“Amane, you suck! You’re dead last, since you’ve never been to school or anything like that, you will be paired up with the Rookie of the Year, and another Kunoichi that’s above average in her skills.”
The class laughed, as Amane was fuming in his seat, Tai guffawed also.
“He’s late,” Niomi said emotionlessly, in a deserted classroom with her two teammates.
“Man… it’s been two hours since we were assigned to teams and the Jounin never showed up yet, what the hell is up with that?” Tai ranted.
“I’ll teach him a lesson,” Amane declared as he set up a classic trap of setting up a chalk eraser over the doorway.
“I’m sure no Jounin would fall for such a trick, dobe,” Niomi commented.
“Just watch,” Amane said, smirking.
An adult stepped in, and the children held their breaths, even Niomi.
The Jounin instinctively grabbed the chalk eraser, and set it down at the chalkboard again where it belonged.
“My first impression is…” the brown haired Jounin drawled turning around to look at his new students, “I hate you bastards.”
‘Holy shit, even most Jounin falls for that stupid prank!’ Amane thought fearfully.
‘Interesting, just how powerful is this man?’ The Jounin’s reflexes already impressed Niomi; he crossed his arms with a bored look and studied the surprised faces of his new students.
‘Let’s see’ Sanosuke thought as he analyzed his team ‘A moron, a genius, and some cute anti-social girl. Yep! This is a typical Mist Genin team,”
“Hey, meet me on the roof.” Sanosuke said, he went into a set of seals and vanished in a puff of smoke.
“Alright I want you to tell me your names, your likes and dislikes, and future goals,” Sanosuke said with the same unimpressed look on his face.
“Why don’t you go first,” Tai countered.
“Okay my name is Momochi Sanosuke, you may call me Sano-sensei from now on, my likes are none of your business, and my dislikes are none of your business, my goals for the future…” He paused his Team leaned in closer to hear what he has to say, “Are none of your business,” Sanosuke finished. The Jounin’s students facefaulted, ‘So all we learned was his damn name?!’ Amane thought, while rubbing the back of his head in pain.
“You, the quiet girl tell us about yourself,” ordered Sanosuke.
Niomi’s face was still passive as she spoke “My name is Mutsumi Niomi, my likes are dango, and I don’t have any dislikes in particular, my goals for the future is to become Mizukage.”
Sanosuke was a little impressed by Niomi’s goal but didn’t let it show on his face.
“You, the blue skinned kid,” Sano said, pointing at the Hoshigake shark heir, Tai snorted in response.
“Name is Hoshigake Tai, my likes are sushi and I don’t have any dislikes, my goals for the future is to join the Swordsmen of the Mist, and kill a certain man,” Tai said, introducing him.
The Momochi Jounin nodded to himself, ‘Just as I thought… he wants to kill him.’
“Okay… You the kid with the bandana,” Sano said, looking at Amane.
“I am Baisotei Amane! My likes are Kenjutsu, my goals for the future is to join the Swordsmen of the Mist! And become the best Kenjutsu specialist in the world!” said Amane punching his fist in the air in triumph about how cool he just sounded.
‘The Swordsmen of the Mist is becoming quite popular these days…’
“Alright, tomorrow morning I’m going to make you guys do a Genin exam.”
“Wait! I thought we already did that back at the academy,” said Amane, looking pissed.
“Yes you did dead last, but that was only a test for academy students to pass as Genin candidates, leaving the jounin sensei to decide their fate.”
Niomi nodded, she understood that the Genin test at the academy was way too easy; she was expecting something like this when she first got her forehead protector.
“What’s the passing rate of the exam?” Tai asked, not even scared in the slightest of this exam.
“Heh… Only 66% of Genin candidates will pass the exam, the other 34% will get their asses sent back to the academy on the reserve list until a Jounin or Chuunin decides the recruit them,”
Sanosuke stood up and dusted his Jounin uniform off, “I hope you’ll all pass, good luck.” Sano said cheerfully, before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“Tai, Amane,” Niomi said suddenly.
“What?” replied Amane.
“Do not get it my way,” was all the Kunoichi said before walking way.
“Hmph… *****,” Tai muttered under his breath, watching his teammate leave.
Sano yawned, he was sure those three idiots would fail; he will do anything in to find a reason to quit the teaching job.
Sano pushed open the doors of a nearby restaurant, yawning again as he entered.
“Hey! Sano-kun over here!” called another Jounin, he had long blonde hair and wore his forehead protector around his neck.
Sano blinked before sitting down beside the blonde, several other Jounin and Chuunin entered and sat down at their table, even an ANBU (Don’t know if they exist in the Mist).
Sano set down his abnormal looking katana beside his seat and lazily leaned back.
“How are your students man?” asked the blonde, looking interested.
“Yasu, they are useless brats, that is all.”
Yasu and the other Shinobi didn’t believe him though; Yasu was Sano’s teammate for two years and he knew whether Sano was lying or not.
Noticing his fellow Shinobi’s stares he sighed “I have a two geniuses on my team and a bishonen moron.”
Yasu nodded, “Typical Genin team right?”
“Yeah,”
Yasu leaned back, “Reminds of the old days, when…” he paused, and looked at Sano’s face to gauge his reaction.
“When Lina was still alive?” asked Sano uncaringly, “She’s dead Yasu, and we have to get over it.”
“I just feel we let her down, we let those missing-nin bastards slit her throat in front of our damn faces!” Yasu said angrily.
Sano stood up, glared angrily at Yasu and grabbed him by his Jounin vest; he looked in Yasu’s eyes.
The Jounin, Chuunin, and some Genin left the two, because of the sudden tension they were feeling.
“Yes it’s our fault, Yasu,” Sano said sadly
Lina was the best swordswoman in their three Genin and one Jounin squad, she had long brown hair done in a ponytail and wore a black baggy hakama which was tied to her ankles, chinese shirt and kung fu slippers. She was being held by Rain missing-nins, one man had a kunai held to her throat, and the other man stood on look out. The three were waiting in the clearing, as if anticipating what would come next.
Two Genin suddenly showed up, two seconds later their Jounin sensei, emerged in the clearing, his short black hair was held by his forehead protector.
“Taking hostages now? Is that it? Is that how low you missing nins go?” sneered the Jounin angrily, his two students were tense, and their fingers rested on their kunai holsters.
The Rain nin just smirked and cut open Lina’s throat, the girl let out a strangled scream before crumpling in the dirt, blood gushing from her neck.
“We both loved her, but I know she wouldn’t want us crying like a ***** about her like love sick losers,” Sano said.
Yasu’s eyes widened as Sano threw him back in the seat and left the restaurant, slamming the door behind him.
Yondaime rubbed his temples in frustration; the Sandaime Hokage was still pressuring him to sign a peace treaty. Why should he? Yondaime had no interest in conquering a village of ignorant morons. “Perhaps you should consider it, Mizukage-sama,” his adviser said, clad in ANBU uniform, “Regardless of Konoha’s stupidity, they are a very powerful village, second only to us,” The ANBU added the last part, noticing Yondaime’s prideful glare.
The Kage sighed, he bit his thumb and signed the treaty in blood, “Whatever,” the Mizukage said passively, shoving the sheet of paper in the ANBU’s chest.
The ANBU shook his head and sighed as the higher ranked Shinobi stalked out of his office.
“All right brats, today’s exam is to take two of these bells off me. You will have to come at me with killing intent, if you get one of these bells you pass!” Sanosuke said, ringing the bells in the Genin Trio’s faces.
“Sanosuke-sensei, if there’s only two, does that mean only two pass? What happens if one doesn’t retrieve a bell?” asked Niomi, crossing her arms.
Sanosuke just smiled cheerfully “That’s for me to know, and for you to find out,” he said mysteriously.
“You better stay out of my way Tai!” said Amane, dramatically pointing at his now former best friend and currently rival.
Tai just snorted and turned away.
“All right, I’ll set this alarm to 12:00 pm,” Sano said, setting up the alarm clock, “Once this alarm goes off so will your head” Sano said dangerously.
“W-what do you mean? If we fail, you’ll kill us?” said Amane fearfully, “Won’t you be charged for murder?”
Sano snorted, “The Mist has not completely gotten soft, brat, we aren’t Konoha we actually weed out and kill the failures, because failures usually turn out to be missing-nin.”
"Okay... so what happens to the Ninja on the reserve list?" asked Tai carefully.
"There is a time limit where a Jounin, or Chuunin recruits them, its twenty-four hours. So if that Ninja on the reserve list is a very weak one, they may as well have twenty-four hours to live,"
Amane knew just how cruel the Mist could be, and didn’t question Sano about it.
“Alright! Begin.” Sano ordered, almost immediately two of the genius shinobi hid in the woods and the moron stood out the open getting in a sloppy Taijutsu stance.
Sano frowned at the moron, then snorted, “A normal Ninja trait is to hide, you retard,” he insulted.
The ‘moron’ went red with anger, killing intent leaked off his entire body, Sano looked bored, obviously thinking Amane had no chance against him.
"Okay, whatever. Sano said," pulling his absurdly large katana off the sheath on his back, "You're a Kenjutsu specialist right? Let's just see how good you are," said Sano getting into a stiff kenjutsu stance.
Amane smirked with excitement, he'll finally show this stupid Jounin who the real kenjutsu specialist is around here. Amane unsheathed the katana on his back, the handguard was silver, and the hilt was of the same color. "I'll KILL YOU!" yelled Amane, pouring all of his killing intent into his weapon, while holding it over his head.
"So you know that also," Sano commented, obviously impressed. Molding killing intent energy into a sword is something only ANBU level shinobi could do.
"You're not the only one that could do that, brat," Momochi said, as he also held his large weapon above him and the blade pulsed with raging murderous intent.
Suddenly Amane charged towards Sano, with intent to kill him and take his bells, "I'll cut you!" Amane declared as he swung his sword upwards in an under handed slash.
Sano simply grabbed the blade with his gloved hands and yanked it, Amane's feet left the ground while Sano positioned his sword to stab Amane in the chest. "Shit!" Amane cursed, knowing he was in mortal danger if he doesn't do something soon, he quickly twisted his body avoiding the katana from piercing his heart, Sano's large blade was only able to cut the knot on Amane's bandana.
"Dammit!" cursed Amane, as his body length hair covered his face, it was black and silky. But Amane was only pissed because his long hair will obstruct his sight.
"Heh, if there's one thing I know about the dead Baisotei Clan is that they take pride in their hair, thats why they all wear bandanas," Sano said, apparently cheerful that he was going to kill one of his students.
"Bastard..." muttered Amane as he tried desperately to think of a way to improve his situation.
Niomi was only slightly jealous that Amane had longer hair than her, she shook her head "Forget it, I must focus on a way to pass,"
Amane was already finished styling his hair and cut it shoulder length, and tied it in a bun.
"Already finished doing your hair brat?" laughed Sano.
"It's all your fault you messed up my bandana you bastard!" Amane yelled, looking more like a woman than he was before.
"Hmph, lets end this," Sano said calmly as he charged at his bishonen student.
Amane was already finishing a set of seals, "Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu!" he cried, a clone was already at his side.
Sano swung his sword at Amane's head, the child was already prepared though "Mizu Kawarimi no Jutsu!" he cried, Sano's blade cut into Amane's body but water and not blood sprayed out of the deep gash. "Dammit!" Sano cursed, as he punched Amane's water clone hard, causing it to burst into water also.
"I have him now!" muttered Amane as he hid on a tree branch and a fair distance away from his teacher and went into another set of seals, it was an academy level genjutsu technique this time that caused the enemy to hear your voice from all directions.
"Okay, now... HIDDEN MIST NO JUTSU," Amane said, finishing his seals.
As a result, Sano heard the battle cry from all directions and was thoroughly confused as the mist clouded his eyes.
"Okay! Now I have him!" Amane said stupidly, as he jumped down from the tree branch and charged at his distressed teacher, he clumsily swung his katana at his teacher hoping to cleave him in half.
Sano wasn't a Kage level Jounin for nothing, he quickly side stepped, the slash, avoiding the blow, but his student was too slow to recover from his miss.
"You're dead kid," Sano said calmly, as he swung his blade down on Amane's shoulder, cleaving his arm off his body.
Amane was in shock at what his teacher just did, his arm fell uselessly in the ground as he slowly fell, blood spraying out of his stump.
"You're slow," sneered Sano, "Even when you're falling."
"That's your lesson in Kenjutsu, remember it well kid, use your ****ing head, especially when fighting a Jounin."
“Hatake Kakashi! Momochi Sanosuke!”
Both Jounins went jumped off the balcony and into the arena.
The preliminaries of the Jounin exams had to be started because there were too many Jounin candidates that passed the 2nd stage, this was a solution to weed out the Chuunin and Genin that were not worthy of being Jounin.
“The Sharingan? I thought he was a Hatake?” muttered Sano as he saw his opponent lift his Leaf forehead protector, revealing a gift from his old deceased friend.
“Nice Sharingan Hatake, who did you steal it from?” mocked Sano,
Kakashi just looked bored, “None of your business, lets just fight so I can become a Jounin already,” drawled Kakashi, getting into a stance.
Sano snarled at Kakashi’s passive nature as if he was just another Mist weakling.
“You’ll regret that,” Sano said drawing his massive Katana out of its sheath, Kakashi’s eyes widened slightly but remained at his usual bored self.
“Mizukage-san who do you think would win?” asked the Sandaime Hokage, smoking from his pipe, the Yondaime Mizukage shrugged uncaringly his faced was buried in Vol.1 of Come Come Paradise.
“I wish you’d take these exams seriously Yondaime-san,” said a frowning Hokage, ‘He’s reading those perverted books Jiraiya gave him for free again,’ thought Sandaime.
“Fine, I guess Kakashi would win.”
The Hokage raised his eyebrow, “You would doubt your own shinobi?”
The Mizukage, frowned “Even if he is the strongest of my Chuunin, he lets his anger control him, he still has a lot to learn. Oh hey! Kazekage-san who do you think would win?”
The Kazekage frowned at the Mizukage ‘What a childish Kage, the Mist must have low standards,’ thought the Kazekage, sneering at the other leader, “Momochi seems skilled,”
The youngest Kage shrugged, he looked at the other Kage’s seated beside the Hokage/Mizukage duo, some were even looking at him with killing intent, the Mizukage snorted “I dare any of these ***** ass Kage’s to invade my village,” The Mizukage said shaking his head "We kicked the Rain's ass, we could defenitely kick the Grass's ass too," said Mizukage, idiotically pointing at the two particular Kage's, only angering them more.
The Hokage chuckled in amusement, “That may be unavoidable considering that Kakashi is currently winning, these international exams are meant for villages to show their strength through having Shinobi’s take these tournaments.”
The young Kage smirked “Whatever.”
“W-what? What did you do?” gasped Sano, his opponent was charging something in his hand and the sound of birds chirping was heard and Kakashi impaled him with his hand.
“It’s my technique that I developed,” said Kakashi, his face was twisted in pain; Sano’s ridiculously large sword was stabbed through his stomach.
The Mizukage was unconcerned about his own Chuunin’s loss, as the Sand referee concluded the match as a draw.
Shadow of the Mist
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I wish I did though… Damn I’m broke.
A/N: OC centric, but other original Naruto characters may have their moments too. SI was my first decision but, I finally figured out the difficulty of making SI’s that so many other author’s face, you just can’t resist making their abilities GODLIKE, so instead, I’ll make it the opposite.
Summary: A young Mist villager hopes to become a Shinobi so he could afford to make a living; he discovers that the life of a Shinobi will be more difficult. Pairings is reviewer’s choice.
Please read and review, it actually makes an author like me write better.
Chapter 1: His Decision
The Village of the Hidden Mist was run by a ruthless, and sometimes cruel leader, the Yondaime Mizukage, he was young in his mid-twenties and worked hard to earn his title, the Sandaime’s attempts to kick Mist Bloodlines out of the village because of fear of their power and potential brought discredit among the villagers, Mist ninja, and other villages as well such as the Leaf. The Mist, however could careless what the Leaf thinks, it’s been twelve years since Kyuubi’s attack on the Leaf. The Yondaime offered to allow Uzumaki Naruto, the Kyuubi container to immigrate to the village to escape Konoha’s hatred, but Sandaime Hokage declined, saying that ‘Uzumaki is Yondaime’s legacy, and the Yondaime wished Uzumaki to be known as a hero because he saved the village from Kyuubi’s wrath,’ as a result, the Mist’s allegiance towards the Leaf started to slowly crumble.
The Mizukage, stood in sat behind his desk, clad in his black Kage robes and headress with a symbol for ‘water’ on the front. The final exam for academy students is today, the Yondaime quickly changed the exams to make it similar to Konoha’s methods, though of course the exams are going to be a lot more difficult than simply creating clone replications, ever since Momochi Zabuza killed a hundred of his classmates The Mist lost a lot of potential genius shinobi in the process, so the Yondaime allowed the bloodline limit clans back into the Mist so they could reproduce more genius Ninja. Slowly but surely, the Mist once again became the one of the most feared Hidden Village reclaiming the nickname, ‘The Bloody Mist.’
The Yondaime looked at his paperwork hatefully, this was the thing every Kage hated doing… Paperwork. The Yondaime snorted, “I’ll just pay a Chuunin to do it all for me or something, just because I'm Mizukage-sama...” he drawled as he pulled open his drawer and reached out for a small red book. “Hmm, Jiraiya-sama’s new volume huh?” He began to open the book slowly.
Suddenly a bird flew into the Mizukage’s office with a small scroll tied on it’s back,
“What the ****?!” Mizukage cursed as he instinctively threw a kunai at it. The Mist village’s strongest Shinobi blinked, he just impaled Konoha’s fastest post-bird into the wall.
He slowly stood up, leaving his beloved perverted book and walked towards the dead bird. He gingerly untied the letter and snorted as he tossed Konoha’s best bird into the nearby trashcan.
Dear Mizukage-sama,
We invite you to take the Chuunin exams, I know this maybe a little early for as the Genin exams has just taken place, but I feel that this may strengthen our relationship together.
Yondaime blinked, this is another one of Sarutobi’s pathetic ploys to get them to be allies.
PS: Do you have the latest Come Come Paradise Volume? I heard the Mist gets them released earlier than Konoha.
Yours truly,
Sandaime Hokage
Yondaime blinked, before he threw the letter in the trash. “Like I’ll give him that book, I haven’t even started reading it yet!” he ranted.
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A young academy student clad in a black gi with a black turtle neck under it, black pants, a equally black sash hopped over roof over roof quickly so he could make the Genin exams. He scanned the area for his school but couldn’t find anything, he growled and cursed in frustration, to be honest he’s never been to Academy a day in his life, he merely begged the Mist Jounins for training so he could make up for it. He glared over his small rectangular glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose; he wore a black bandana that covered his black hair, and round goggles of the same dark color hung from his neck. The reason why he wore such dark colors, was because one of the Jounins laughed when he saw him wearing green, which was naturally not a very good color for a Ninja, the Jounin mentioned a Leaf nutcase he met at the Jounin exams the man called himself the Beautiful Green Beast or something like that. So the boy decided to wear all black from now on.
“Damn this sucks, just where is that damned school!” the academy student shouted he then looked to his right seeing a glimpse of a large building from the corner of his eyes, “Oh there it is,” he said dryly before hurrying to class, he held onto the strap on his chest which held his katana to make his last, and very long jump to the Mist Academy.
The class, where the exams were taking place was noisy, students started talking about this and that, the reason is of course the teacher is nowhere in sight so they could do anything they wanted right?
The doors suddenly swung open, the class fell silent, expecting their sensei, but when only another academy student walked in, who was relieved that he wasn’t late after all approach his seat to the back. The students promptly began chatting again.
“Amane, what’s the point of coming? You know you’re gonna fail anyway,” said a boy who resembled a shark, he had gills and all, which allowed him to breathe underwater, he was one of the bloodline clans that were allowed back into the village. The Hoshigake shark bloodline heir snickered as the black clad boy glared at him.
“Just watch, I’ll pass this time Tai, damn shark face,” Amane muttered the last part, so Hoshigake Tai couldn’t hear, while Tai was a good friend to Amane all Hoshigake’s have bad tempers, Tai was no exception, he was the prodigy of the class after all, Amane wasn’t really in the mood to get beat up by his own friend after school. Hoshigake Tai wore a dark blue cloak and brought his large bandaged sword everywhere he went, Amane never really looked at Tai’s sword that much because he wasn’t really interested, katana is the best, after all.
While Amane had other talents, the exam was always the same, you have to make water clones which was difficult for Amane, he recently was only able to make at least one water clone and that’s it. He didn’t have the control to make another. Amane had absolutely no talent whatsoever in Genjutsu (Illusion Techniques), he was below average in Ninjutsu (Ninja Techniques), above average in Taijutsu (Hand to Hand combat), and was a specialist in Kenjutsu (Sword Techniques).
Those like Amane, who had no bloodline or doujutsu (Eye techniques) and parents, he was among the many other academy students that have to work hard to become Shinobi, the Mist are quickly beginning to favor bloodline Shinobi.
Their sensei, Fujita Ken finally entered the class room, he was in his teens, and a Chuunin his forehead protector was tied in it’s proper place holding is brown hair, one also important thing about him was that… “SHUT THE **** UP, YOU ****ING PUNKASS BRATS! BAISOTEI! SIT THE **** DOWN!” the Chuunin yelled loudly, finally losing his patience with his students, and particularly Baisotei Amane, who was his worst student.
“BITE ME, *****!” Amane shot back, leaning back on his seat, Tai gave him an amused smirk from beside him, and Ken went red with fury. Killer intent leaked off him, and traveled towards his rebellious student, while Tai was unaffected, almost every student, Amane included shivered in fear. “S-sorry…” Amane apologized.
“Thank you,” Ken replied, grinning before calling names to come up to the front to take their exams.
“Heh… Pussy,” Tai said, loud enough for only Amane to hear, leaving him fuming in anger.
“Hoshigake Tai!” Ken called, Tai walked down to the front, and air of arrogance around him.
“Create three Mizu Bunshins please,” Ken said, and stood back to allow Tai some space.
“Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu!” Tai shouted, forming a single hand seal, smoke began forming on his right. As the smoke cleared, the Chuunin smirked.
Ken noticed how Tai used above average chakra control, “Congratulations, brat, you’re the Rookie of the Year,” Ken said, reaching for a forehead protector with the Mist symbol on it. Tai gave a shark grin in arrogance, the class shrunk back at Tai’s fearful shark grin as he walked back up to his seat beside his friend.
“See moron? It’s easy,” bragged Tai, shooting Amane the shark grin.
Amane looked blankly at Tai, “Can you stop grinning at me please? That’s disturbing you know,” he said, Tai frowned but he wasn’t really offended.
“Baisotei Amane, get your dumb ass up to the front so I could fail you again,” Ken sneered across the room smugly.
The class laughed as Amane mumbled angrily as he walked down to the front and glared at the higher ranked shinobi.
“Give me three Mizu Bunshins, dead last,” Ken ordered.
“Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu!” said Amane in a battle cry.
Ken frowned, because of Amane’s crappy chakra control; the boy couldn’t risk making another. Amane only made one Mizu Bunshin, and it looked passable, Ken stared at Amane’s pleading face, as if begging for him to pass him.
Ken sighed, “Whatever, you better hope you improve those Bunshins kid, you pass. You brats are all dismissed, good luck with your Genin missions.”
“WHAHOO! I PASS!” Amane skipped happily outside, and the entire class followed, with Tai the leader.
“Amane you idiot! You forgot your forehead protector!” Tai said irritably as he chucked the object towards his friend, “Huh?” Amane turned around stupidly before being hit by the metal part of the bandana.
“Ouch… Thanks,” Amane said gratefully before tying it around his own black bandana.
“Later!” Tai said, before going his separate way.
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“Hey,”
A man dressed in a black Jounin uniform turned around slowly, frowning at the person that called out to him. “Yondaime-sama?”
The Jounin wondered why the Mizukage himself would walk the streets of the Mist to find him.
The younger man clad in Mizukage robes nodded and continued, “I want you to become a jounin sensei, Momochi Sanosuke,” the Mizukage looked the Jounin in the eye, as if daring him to defy him.
Sanosuke snorted, “No, there’s no way I’m going to waste my time in my Shinobi career teaching a bunch of punks,” he scoffed. He turned his back on the higher ranked Shinobi, revealing an odd looking katana, it was too large and too wide to be a regular traditional katana, the blade was just as big as he was.
“Are you sure? You’ll get your pay raised, and the Chuunin exams are not that far away, after that you wouldn’t have to teach the ‘punks’ anymore,” the Mizukage offered.
Sanosuke grunted turning around to face the Mizukage, glaring at him hatefully, Mizukage assumed that the Jounin accepted his request and continued.
“Good, your Genin team will be…”
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“Team 4, Baisotei Amane, Hoshigake Tai, and Mutsumi Niomi,” Ken said, declaring Team 4’s fate.
Amane and Tai grinned at eachother, while Niomi’s face was passive.
Niomi, though pretty, was avoided by everyone she seemed to have a very disturbing personality that even scared Ken the Chuunin himself. She had short blue hair, held up by her Mist forehead protector. Niomi wore a simple dark blue gi and black hakama with her katana at her side.
“Yo Ken-sensei! Why do these losers have to be paired up with a legendary shinobi like me?”
Ken laughed, tears streaming out of eyes.
Amane glared angrily at the way Ken refused to acknowledge his super Ninja skills.
“Amane, you suck! You’re dead last, since you’ve never been to school or anything like that, you will be paired up with the Rookie of the Year, and another Kunoichi that’s above average in her skills.”
The class laughed, as Amane was fuming in his seat, Tai guffawed also.
“He’s late,” Niomi said emotionlessly, in a deserted classroom with her two teammates.
“Man… it’s been two hours since we were assigned to teams and the Jounin never showed up yet, what the hell is up with that?” Tai ranted.
“I’ll teach him a lesson,” Amane declared as he set up a classic trap of setting up a chalk eraser over the doorway.
“I’m sure no Jounin would fall for such a trick, dobe,” Niomi commented.
“Just watch,” Amane said, smirking.
An adult stepped in, and the children held their breaths, even Niomi.
The Jounin instinctively grabbed the chalk eraser, and set it down at the chalkboard again where it belonged.
“My first impression is…” the brown haired Jounin drawled turning around to look at his new students, “I hate you bastards.”
‘Holy shit, even most Jounin falls for that stupid prank!’ Amane thought fearfully.
‘Interesting, just how powerful is this man?’ The Jounin’s reflexes already impressed Niomi; he crossed his arms with a bored look and studied the surprised faces of his new students.
‘Let’s see’ Sanosuke thought as he analyzed his team ‘A moron, a genius, and some cute anti-social girl. Yep! This is a typical Mist Genin team,”
“Hey, meet me on the roof.” Sanosuke said, he went into a set of seals and vanished in a puff of smoke.
“Alright I want you to tell me your names, your likes and dislikes, and future goals,” Sanosuke said with the same unimpressed look on his face.
“Why don’t you go first,” Tai countered.
“Okay my name is Momochi Sanosuke, you may call me Sano-sensei from now on, my likes are none of your business, and my dislikes are none of your business, my goals for the future…” He paused his Team leaned in closer to hear what he has to say, “Are none of your business,” Sanosuke finished. The Jounin’s students facefaulted, ‘So all we learned was his damn name?!’ Amane thought, while rubbing the back of his head in pain.
“You, the quiet girl tell us about yourself,” ordered Sanosuke.
Niomi’s face was still passive as she spoke “My name is Mutsumi Niomi, my likes are dango, and I don’t have any dislikes in particular, my goals for the future is to become Mizukage.”
Sanosuke was a little impressed by Niomi’s goal but didn’t let it show on his face.
“You, the blue skinned kid,” Sano said, pointing at the Hoshigake shark heir, Tai snorted in response.
“Name is Hoshigake Tai, my likes are sushi and I don’t have any dislikes, my goals for the future is to join the Swordsmen of the Mist, and kill a certain man,” Tai said, introducing him.
The Momochi Jounin nodded to himself, ‘Just as I thought… he wants to kill him.’
“Okay… You the kid with the bandana,” Sano said, looking at Amane.
“I am Baisotei Amane! My likes are Kenjutsu, my goals for the future is to join the Swordsmen of the Mist! And become the best Kenjutsu specialist in the world!” said Amane punching his fist in the air in triumph about how cool he just sounded.
‘The Swordsmen of the Mist is becoming quite popular these days…’
“Alright, tomorrow morning I’m going to make you guys do a Genin exam.”
“Wait! I thought we already did that back at the academy,” said Amane, looking pissed.
“Yes you did dead last, but that was only a test for academy students to pass as Genin candidates, leaving the jounin sensei to decide their fate.”
Niomi nodded, she understood that the Genin test at the academy was way too easy; she was expecting something like this when she first got her forehead protector.
“What’s the passing rate of the exam?” Tai asked, not even scared in the slightest of this exam.
“Heh… Only 66% of Genin candidates will pass the exam, the other 34% will get their asses sent back to the academy on the reserve list until a Jounin or Chuunin decides the recruit them,”
Sanosuke stood up and dusted his Jounin uniform off, “I hope you’ll all pass, good luck.” Sano said cheerfully, before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“Tai, Amane,” Niomi said suddenly.
“What?” replied Amane.
“Do not get it my way,” was all the Kunoichi said before walking way.
“Hmph… *****,” Tai muttered under his breath, watching his teammate leave.
Sano yawned, he was sure those three idiots would fail; he will do anything in to find a reason to quit the teaching job.
Sano pushed open the doors of a nearby restaurant, yawning again as he entered.
“Hey! Sano-kun over here!” called another Jounin, he had long blonde hair and wore his forehead protector around his neck.
Sano blinked before sitting down beside the blonde, several other Jounin and Chuunin entered and sat down at their table, even an ANBU (Don’t know if they exist in the Mist).
Sano set down his abnormal looking katana beside his seat and lazily leaned back.
“How are your students man?” asked the blonde, looking interested.
“Yasu, they are useless brats, that is all.”
Yasu and the other Shinobi didn’t believe him though; Yasu was Sano’s teammate for two years and he knew whether Sano was lying or not.
Noticing his fellow Shinobi’s stares he sighed “I have a two geniuses on my team and a bishonen moron.”
Yasu nodded, “Typical Genin team right?”
“Yeah,”
Yasu leaned back, “Reminds of the old days, when…” he paused, and looked at Sano’s face to gauge his reaction.
“When Lina was still alive?” asked Sano uncaringly, “She’s dead Yasu, and we have to get over it.”
“I just feel we let her down, we let those missing-nin bastards slit her throat in front of our damn faces!” Yasu said angrily.
Sano stood up, glared angrily at Yasu and grabbed him by his Jounin vest; he looked in Yasu’s eyes.
The Jounin, Chuunin, and some Genin left the two, because of the sudden tension they were feeling.
“Yes it’s our fault, Yasu,” Sano said sadly
Lina was the best swordswoman in their three Genin and one Jounin squad, she had long brown hair done in a ponytail and wore a black baggy hakama which was tied to her ankles, chinese shirt and kung fu slippers. She was being held by Rain missing-nins, one man had a kunai held to her throat, and the other man stood on look out. The three were waiting in the clearing, as if anticipating what would come next.
Two Genin suddenly showed up, two seconds later their Jounin sensei, emerged in the clearing, his short black hair was held by his forehead protector.
“Taking hostages now? Is that it? Is that how low you missing nins go?” sneered the Jounin angrily, his two students were tense, and their fingers rested on their kunai holsters.
The Rain nin just smirked and cut open Lina’s throat, the girl let out a strangled scream before crumpling in the dirt, blood gushing from her neck.
“We both loved her, but I know she wouldn’t want us crying like a ***** about her like love sick losers,” Sano said.
Yasu’s eyes widened as Sano threw him back in the seat and left the restaurant, slamming the door behind him.
Yondaime rubbed his temples in frustration; the Sandaime Hokage was still pressuring him to sign a peace treaty. Why should he? Yondaime had no interest in conquering a village of ignorant morons. “Perhaps you should consider it, Mizukage-sama,” his adviser said, clad in ANBU uniform, “Regardless of Konoha’s stupidity, they are a very powerful village, second only to us,” The ANBU added the last part, noticing Yondaime’s prideful glare.
The Kage sighed, he bit his thumb and signed the treaty in blood, “Whatever,” the Mizukage said passively, shoving the sheet of paper in the ANBU’s chest.
The ANBU shook his head and sighed as the higher ranked Shinobi stalked out of his office.
“All right brats, today’s exam is to take two of these bells off me. You will have to come at me with killing intent, if you get one of these bells you pass!” Sanosuke said, ringing the bells in the Genin Trio’s faces.
“Sanosuke-sensei, if there’s only two, does that mean only two pass? What happens if one doesn’t retrieve a bell?” asked Niomi, crossing her arms.
Sanosuke just smiled cheerfully “That’s for me to know, and for you to find out,” he said mysteriously.
“You better stay out of my way Tai!” said Amane, dramatically pointing at his now former best friend and currently rival.
Tai just snorted and turned away.
“All right, I’ll set this alarm to 12:00 pm,” Sano said, setting up the alarm clock, “Once this alarm goes off so will your head” Sano said dangerously.
“W-what do you mean? If we fail, you’ll kill us?” said Amane fearfully, “Won’t you be charged for murder?”
Sano snorted, “The Mist has not completely gotten soft, brat, we aren’t Konoha we actually weed out and kill the failures, because failures usually turn out to be missing-nin.”
"Okay... so what happens to the Ninja on the reserve list?" asked Tai carefully.
"There is a time limit where a Jounin, or Chuunin recruits them, its twenty-four hours. So if that Ninja on the reserve list is a very weak one, they may as well have twenty-four hours to live,"
Amane knew just how cruel the Mist could be, and didn’t question Sano about it.
“Alright! Begin.” Sano ordered, almost immediately two of the genius shinobi hid in the woods and the moron stood out the open getting in a sloppy Taijutsu stance.
Sano frowned at the moron, then snorted, “A normal Ninja trait is to hide, you retard,” he insulted.
The ‘moron’ went red with anger, killing intent leaked off his entire body, Sano looked bored, obviously thinking Amane had no chance against him.
"Okay, whatever. Sano said," pulling his absurdly large katana off the sheath on his back, "You're a Kenjutsu specialist right? Let's just see how good you are," said Sano getting into a stiff kenjutsu stance.
Amane smirked with excitement, he'll finally show this stupid Jounin who the real kenjutsu specialist is around here. Amane unsheathed the katana on his back, the handguard was silver, and the hilt was of the same color. "I'll KILL YOU!" yelled Amane, pouring all of his killing intent into his weapon, while holding it over his head.
"So you know that also," Sano commented, obviously impressed. Molding killing intent energy into a sword is something only ANBU level shinobi could do.
"You're not the only one that could do that, brat," Momochi said, as he also held his large weapon above him and the blade pulsed with raging murderous intent.
Suddenly Amane charged towards Sano, with intent to kill him and take his bells, "I'll cut you!" Amane declared as he swung his sword upwards in an under handed slash.
Sano simply grabbed the blade with his gloved hands and yanked it, Amane's feet left the ground while Sano positioned his sword to stab Amane in the chest. "Shit!" Amane cursed, knowing he was in mortal danger if he doesn't do something soon, he quickly twisted his body avoiding the katana from piercing his heart, Sano's large blade was only able to cut the knot on Amane's bandana.
"Dammit!" cursed Amane, as his body length hair covered his face, it was black and silky. But Amane was only pissed because his long hair will obstruct his sight.
"Heh, if there's one thing I know about the dead Baisotei Clan is that they take pride in their hair, thats why they all wear bandanas," Sano said, apparently cheerful that he was going to kill one of his students.
"Bastard..." muttered Amane as he tried desperately to think of a way to improve his situation.
Niomi was only slightly jealous that Amane had longer hair than her, she shook her head "Forget it, I must focus on a way to pass,"
Amane was already finished styling his hair and cut it shoulder length, and tied it in a bun.
"Already finished doing your hair brat?" laughed Sano.
"It's all your fault you messed up my bandana you bastard!" Amane yelled, looking more like a woman than he was before.
"Hmph, lets end this," Sano said calmly as he charged at his bishonen student.
Amane was already finishing a set of seals, "Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu!" he cried, a clone was already at his side.
Sano swung his sword at Amane's head, the child was already prepared though "Mizu Kawarimi no Jutsu!" he cried, Sano's blade cut into Amane's body but water and not blood sprayed out of the deep gash. "Dammit!" Sano cursed, as he punched Amane's water clone hard, causing it to burst into water also.
"I have him now!" muttered Amane as he hid on a tree branch and a fair distance away from his teacher and went into another set of seals, it was an academy level genjutsu technique this time that caused the enemy to hear your voice from all directions.
"Okay, now... HIDDEN MIST NO JUTSU," Amane said, finishing his seals.
As a result, Sano heard the battle cry from all directions and was thoroughly confused as the mist clouded his eyes.
"Okay! Now I have him!" Amane said stupidly, as he jumped down from the tree branch and charged at his distressed teacher, he clumsily swung his katana at his teacher hoping to cleave him in half.
Sano wasn't a Kage level Jounin for nothing, he quickly side stepped, the slash, avoiding the blow, but his student was too slow to recover from his miss.
"You're dead kid," Sano said calmly, as he swung his blade down on Amane's shoulder, cleaving his arm off his body.
Amane was in shock at what his teacher just did, his arm fell uselessly in the ground as he slowly fell, blood spraying out of his stump.
"You're slow," sneered Sano, "Even when you're falling."
"That's your lesson in Kenjutsu, remember it well kid, use your ****ing head, especially when fighting a Jounin."
“Hatake Kakashi! Momochi Sanosuke!”
Both Jounins went jumped off the balcony and into the arena.
The preliminaries of the Jounin exams had to be started because there were too many Jounin candidates that passed the 2nd stage, this was a solution to weed out the Chuunin and Genin that were not worthy of being Jounin.
“The Sharingan? I thought he was a Hatake?” muttered Sano as he saw his opponent lift his Leaf forehead protector, revealing a gift from his old deceased friend.
“Nice Sharingan Hatake, who did you steal it from?” mocked Sano,
Kakashi just looked bored, “None of your business, lets just fight so I can become a Jounin already,” drawled Kakashi, getting into a stance.
Sano snarled at Kakashi’s passive nature as if he was just another Mist weakling.
“You’ll regret that,” Sano said drawing his massive Katana out of its sheath, Kakashi’s eyes widened slightly but remained at his usual bored self.
“Mizukage-san who do you think would win?” asked the Sandaime Hokage, smoking from his pipe, the Yondaime Mizukage shrugged uncaringly his faced was buried in Vol.1 of Come Come Paradise.
“I wish you’d take these exams seriously Yondaime-san,” said a frowning Hokage, ‘He’s reading those perverted books Jiraiya gave him for free again,’ thought Sandaime.
“Fine, I guess Kakashi would win.”
The Hokage raised his eyebrow, “You would doubt your own shinobi?”
The Mizukage, frowned “Even if he is the strongest of my Chuunin, he lets his anger control him, he still has a lot to learn. Oh hey! Kazekage-san who do you think would win?”
The Kazekage frowned at the Mizukage ‘What a childish Kage, the Mist must have low standards,’ thought the Kazekage, sneering at the other leader, “Momochi seems skilled,”
The youngest Kage shrugged, he looked at the other Kage’s seated beside the Hokage/Mizukage duo, some were even looking at him with killing intent, the Mizukage snorted “I dare any of these ***** ass Kage’s to invade my village,” The Mizukage said shaking his head "We kicked the Rain's ass, we could defenitely kick the Grass's ass too," said Mizukage, idiotically pointing at the two particular Kage's, only angering them more.
The Hokage chuckled in amusement, “That may be unavoidable considering that Kakashi is currently winning, these international exams are meant for villages to show their strength through having Shinobi’s take these tournaments.”
The young Kage smirked “Whatever.”
“W-what? What did you do?” gasped Sano, his opponent was charging something in his hand and the sound of birds chirping was heard and Kakashi impaled him with his hand.
“It’s my technique that I developed,” said Kakashi, his face was twisted in pain; Sano’s ridiculously large sword was stabbed through his stomach.
The Mizukage was unconcerned about his own Chuunin’s loss, as the Sand referee concluded the match as a draw.