The sun gleams down brightly on the blanket of sand that acts as the foundation of the structure of the great dwelling known as the Sand Village in all of its glory. A time of peace… or what is said to be peace. But, is there ever truly peace? If shinobi are not fighting each other, they are fighting something else; most of the time it is the force of nature in which pushes back the human race.
The young boy stood there with his medium long hair blowing in the wind as it is wrapped in a ponytail. Cross ventilation allowed for a slight breeze to enter the building, but not enough of Suna’s forces to blow anything away. His green eyes looked off into the distance, watching the sand dance in the wind. He patiently, and boringly, waited his turn to be called up to the stand as the ‘final test’ to his academy exam. His tests of the mind were already taken, and as a boy of ten years old, he had been overly clever compared to his peers. So clever, he would be graduating hopefully as a Genin three years ahead of schedule.
This ‘advancement’ in that day’s governing system didn’t really give that feat any justice. One would not be able to be an OFFICIAL Genin until age of maturity in that sense to avoid underage deaths, no matter how intelligent and skilled one may be. As a ten year old, he had little ambitions, but numbers of thoughts that he would get lost in. Fantasy worlds, if you will.
As he stared out into the distance, the numbness of his eardrums went away as the echo of voices intruded his eardrums.
“LYDECK!” one yelled. He did not jump, as one usually would. He just slowly moved his head in the direction of the judges. Three of them had eyes impatiently piercing through him. “Get your head where it belongs, kid.” The man looked down, putting his glasses on. “It says here you didn’t show up to your Third Genin Test. Why is that?”
“I didn’t feel like it… what was the point…” the boy said as he shrugged his arms and looked away.
“HEY! Look at me when I am speaking to you!” He yelled. The boy, again, not amused of shifting his attention abruptly, slowly turned his head back to the man that was there before him. “You need to learn some respect, you ungrateful child!” he yelled with fury in his face. The boy sighed. The two judges sitting next to the yelling man shook their heads. “What do you have to say for yourself. Answer… WHY didn’t you show up for your third exam?!”
“Because I DIDN”T FU…” the boy began.
“HAYABUSA!!!!!” A stern voice yelled from afar, behind the judges, standing with the rest of the Jounin. “RESPECT!” he yelled. There was something about the tall muscular white haired man that made him heel to his word. Hayabusa’s head bent lower slightly.
“Sir…” Hayabusa rolled his eyes slightly. “I did not show up because I received a perfect score on both the first and second test. According to grading policy, sixty percent is what is need to pass. Each test weighed the same. Thirty three percent per test. That means I have already accomplished sixty six percent. The third was unnecessary… Sir.”
“Hmmm… you… boy…” the raging man began. “You are intelligent, yet lack intelligence. You had the potential to be the first in this generation of Genin system to receive a perfect score. Do you even realize?” he asked. Hayabusa shrugged. He sighed. “Proceed with physical test one. Target. You will be found for your next task if you pass.” Hayabusa stood up onto the stage where 5 targets stood. He was given 5 kunai. Hayabusa walked along the line in which he was not to pass to throw at these targets. He walked along, looking only out of the corner of his eye. One by one, without stopping or effort, he threw each kunai hitting the bull’s-eye with ease. On the last target, he stopped. He switched from his right hand to his left. He actually focused, throwing the kunai. It appeared to hit bull’s-eye, but was a cm outside the red dot.
“Shit…” he said. He turned and walked off the stage, past the judges and towards the door.
“You know…” the main judge began. “You lack motivation… your effortless attempts… to make it by just by what’s acceptable… that will be what holds you back from being an exceptional ninja. You have the potential to carry this generation of Sand on your back… I truly hope that one day you will open your eyes… enjoy the rest of you day young Lydeck Hayabusa.” Hayabusa rolled his eyes and continued, walking past the Jounin. His eyes and the eyes of the white haired man met. He felt an aura about him that made him look down as if he wanted the man’s approval. But, didn’t know why.
Walking out of the building, Hayabusa went out to enjoy the outside, in attempt to find his siblings and train his element…
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