The Written Test

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The contestants were given numbered cards in exchange for their admission slips, then escorted to a nearby room; it was rather large with different levels of desks and benches-basically a classroom. Third row from the top, she noticed her number card in the middle row second closest to the stairs. "Excuse me," she pardoned. Emerald eyes met their lighter shade, a smile crossing her lips, "Gaara-kun!" Slipping pass him she sat in her seat, tapping his shoulder as he sat. "I didn't see you in the admissions room, though me being unable to look over the majority of the room didn't help at all. I could have introduced you to people!" Scanning the classroom, she pointed to the black-haired pineapple head, "that's Nara Shikamaru and..." She moved her finger towards the front of the room, "that's Akimichi Choji. They're my best friends. I'll introduce you some time!" Leaning closer to him, she shielded her mouth with her hand and whispered, "when I do, don't mention his weight and whatever you do, don't say the word fat."

Perhaps having a sixth sense was a real thing because Choji's ear twitched and he spun in his chair. Quickly moving away from the Sand Genin, Ayumi fiddled with her pencil and stared at the ceiling. The curious and threatening gaze of her friend burned into her cheek. A tap of chalk on the board pulled everyone's attention to the front. "There are several important rules to this first test. I will take no questions, so listen accordingly," Ibiki announced. "First off is the first rule..."

"Shocker," Ayumi mumbled. "Owie!" A streak of white shot towards her and nailed the center of her forehead, the chalk falling to the table.

"As I was saying," he pulled a spare chalk from his pocket and went back to writing on the board, "you are given ten points each from the start! The written test has ten problems in all! Each problem is one point, and this test is a point deduction system. You are deducted one point for each problem you get wrong. If you get three wrong, you'll have seven points. The second rule, pass or failure will be determined by the total points of the three-person teams."

"WHAT?" Ayumi shouted.

"Wait a minute!" Sakura shouted, "what do you mean total points of the teams?"

"Shut up! There's a perfectly good reason for this!"

"There better be," Ayumi grumbled.

"If you've got it, here is the most important next rule! Those who are deemed by the sentinels as having committed an act of cheating or something similar to that will have two points deducted for each act. In other words, there may be those who will be dismissed during this test without waiting for test grading. If you aspire to become a Chunin at all, know that shinobi should act like exemplary shinobi." You didn't give a damn reason for the team points, Ayumi glared at Ibiki. Tapping the desktop with a finger, luckily Kohei isn't a complete idiot. We may be able to make it. "And in the case of even one person on the team getting zero points, everyone on that team will fail." Her breath caught in her throat. "By the way, the last problem will be given forty-five minutes after the start of the test. The time for the test is one hour. Begin!"

With that papers were flipped, and pencils raised. Ayumi's eyes drifted to the black hair of her teammate, whatever you do Hiro, get one right! With a sigh she looked down. The first question dealt with decoding, something she was rather good at. Many of the scrolls containing information on the Flying Thunder God Technique were encrypted. After being shown how to do it twice, she got the hand of this aspect. Question one-done. Question two. Shit. An integrated problem based on predictions and unknown factors-something she was extremely bad at. As she skimmed the remaining questions, they only grew more difficult. None of them were Genin level; although, most seemed to deal within the aspect of traps and special awareness. Kohei could answer those. One other thing was certain. The boy that just learned about the different types of Chakra and what the different hand signs were when they started their squad; there was absolutely no way that Hiro could answer these.

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