OOC: Gah, sorry, I would have had this post up yesterday but I was shooed off the computer. And it was only one AM too. xD
Anyways, happy new year's, everyone. ^0^
IC:
"Forest of death?" Hanako echoed, trying her best to avoid any tone skepticism that may have been interpreted as disrespect for the person who was currently her favorite exam proctor as she observed the forest in front of her. Oh, it was respectably tall-grown and spooky and all that, but if there was one thing that a Tamori clan member was not likely to be scared by, it was a tree. Having a lot of trees didn't really up the intimidation factor that much. The young swordswoman stared into the woods for a while, but contrary to what one might have believed, this had nothing to do with fear.
"It's...kind of pretty." she said at last, "Young, though, hasn't been there for more than a century, I wager. Hah, I bet my great grandpa even cultivated some of those." she chuckled for herself, unable to resist giving her ever-silent but slightly worried-looking teammate an encouraging pat on the back -- pat, brutal assault, pick and choose -- "No need to sweat it, Dansei-kun." she informed him cheerfully, grasping her own consent form and jotting down her name without any sign of hesitation, "I'll get us through this, no problem. This place doesn't look much more dangerous than Yuukiji's back garden."
Hanako grinned for herself. Battle and woodland survival were her first and second nature respectively. This exam would be her chance to really shine. She was on nothing short of a complete adrenaline high as she slammed her consent form down in front of the form-handling shinobi.
"Alright! Bring on the forest of death!"
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"Now, my dearest sempai, do you feel a bit more...co-operative?"
The light, feminine voice was already enough to send a shiver down the examination aide's spine, the fact that those disturbing, emerald green eyes were mere inches away from his own did little to improve his comfort. The smooth, doll-like face with its long mane of auburn hair would have seemed beautiful were the memory of the recent massacre not fresh in his mind...and the blood thereof still on her nails.
Casting a fleeting glance around him, the shinobi attempted to assess his situation. Judging by the fact that both of the men accompanying his unknown assailant were standing guard over him, it seemed fair to assume that the rest of the squad wouldn't be much help. Escape in his current condition would hardly be an option, overpowering the trio even less. That left...the signal flares! They were still there, though the pouch had been tossed aside in the fight, only a a few inches from his hand, but pinned down as he was, reaching it was easier said than done. If only he could reach it...utilizing his opponent's seemingly complete focus on his face, the shinobi inched his fingers a bit forward along the branch. Just a little more, just a few more inches, and-
"Gah!"
The pinning, he realized, had been carefully balanced to avoid unnecessary damage, but the lithe, manicured hand that was now nestled on his seemed to have no such considerations as it clamped the hand, steering it aside in a would-be gentle manner while applying a nearly bone-crushing force to it.
"Now, now..." his tormentor purred, shaking her head in mild disapproval, "That's not very polite of you. Just ignoring me like that...it makes me sad." the force on his hand increased, "So very,
very sad."
"Eeergh..."
"Careful now, one might mistake that kind of behavior for poor breeding, you know."
A score of chuckles escaped the surrounding henchmen, but the woman soon silenced them, speaking up once more.
"For the last time, sempai...the location of the Tamori brat, give it to me."
"For the last time..." the proctor retorted through grit teeth, "I don't know, and even if I did...I would never divulge it to the likes of you, demon!"
"Demon, is it?" not a muscle twitched on the woman's face, but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes, "It's a real pity, sempai. I was hoping that, with your kind co-operation, this matter could be settled without any more unpleasantries. But...it can't be helped, I suppose. Lend me your hand for a moment, will you?"
The proctor could do nothing to object, even as his assailant brought her own free hand to meet his captive one, moving the latter like a puppet as the two came together to form a quick succession of hand seals, a soft purr escaping her lips.
"Houseki style, Crystal Seal."
Brushing herself off, the woman rose to her feet, casting a disdainful glance at the frozen expression of terror on the petrified figure's face, "How wasteful..." she mumbled, "Have the other two been dealt with appropriately?"
The moment his superior's gaze traveled towards them, both henchmen bent down on one knee, respectfully lowering their gazes.
"As ordered, Kurodaiya-san." announced the one on the right.
"They are hurt...but stable, they should be alright as long as the seal holds."
The ends of the woman's lips curled up ever so slightly, "Good." she replied, her gaze already turned to the thick canopy branching out beneath her, "Then fan out, investigate all signatures of compressed chakra but do not, I repeat,
do not engage in combat with the teams unless absolutely necessary. Even then, aim to incapacitate and escape. Our target is the Tamori brat and I do not want any other casualties, is this understood?"
Both men nodded dutifully, rising to their feet and disappearing in their respective directions, leaving their superior to survey the scenery alone, "The hunt is on...blood traitor."
OOC: Ohh...plot twist go! Big encounter due to occur...in my next IC, so stay tuned. :3