Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of What Defines Us

Big Balls of Gas and Liquid

"Took you a while" Kiyomi muttered twisting her lips at Mana's direction. Maybe the blonde was worried that the trio that stopped her before had told her something disheartening or tried to play dirty, then again, she could've just been curious.

Meanwhile on the plain and wooden elevated stage Shibari turned at a large covered up spherical object and removed a dark yellow cover off of it revealing a bloated sphere of some sort of gooey and colorless liquid, on the bottom of the rather impressively sized unidentified object laid a bunch of consoles and four flat monitors.

"I was a little distracted by Gyllfa-san. She's a wrestler from Iwagakure and a fellow entertainer." Mana explained trying to reveal as much as possible without skipping too much of Shibari's show and briefing of the rules. Something told her that knowing all there is to be known about the assignment would be of great value. Still, she wanted to calm Kiyomi down in case she suspected foul play of some sort.

"Holy shit!" Kiyomi shrieked while at the same time snuffing her voice emitting a very undignified whine similar to that of an injured dog. "An actual wrestler!? I love wrestlers! I mean Kumogakure is where the real wrestling is at but still..." the Yamanaka future heiress playfully punched air as an expression of hype and happiness.

"This here is a tracking device, capable of keeping track of chakra signatures in a large area. Most of the time – an entire battlefield during times of battle." Shibari explained pointing at the watery sphere. The two teammates directed their attention at the briefing almost the same instant that the woman started talking again.

"Normally tracking you in the Forest of Death, where the survival drill will be taking place, would be difficult. There'd be too many large chakra signatures of giant sized predators that lurk inside, identifying the exact signature would also be a problem. That's where these come in..." the woman walked up to a large cardboard box and removed the top of it revealing a bunch of ordinary looking kunai with odd tags attached to them.

"These are designed by our sealing expert ninja to slowly drain you of your chakra, in rates so small and insignificant that it'd take entire days to even notice anything. They however emit a very barely felt signal with the signature traits of each individual user's chakra which will keep track of specific ninja inside." Shibari revealed pointing at the watery sphere that lit up with a crimson spark at its eastern side, as a demonstration, no doubt, the symbols above the red signal read "Like this".

"I wish those kunai kinda looked cooler... They're pretty bland." Meiko pouted rather indifferently before snickering about how silly her remark was.

A much more angry reaction came from the blacksmith's backside. A whole bunch of angry murmurs that were slowly evolving into a ruckus of raised voices. Lightly tantalized by the uneasiness of the genin, Shibari raised her hand and gestured for the loud side that they were allowed to speak.

"What does that mean? How would you tell whose chakra signature it is just by taking in a small amount of it? Does Konoha have our chakra signature samples? Isn't that a bit much? What if you decide to use that information for military purposes?" a familiar face from before yelled out, slipping out from under his hood. It was the same young man who previously scolded Mana for assuming that the vast number of participants had anything to do with long periods of peace or the allied nature of the countries involved.

This time the young man wore a symbol on his cloak, the forehead protector carrying the village insignia was not attached to a piece of cloth but instead sewn directly onto his hood, just like it was for his immensely sized one and frail and feminine figured looking teammates. Now that the young man had attracted attention to himself and his team, Mana had noticed how his shorter female teammate had her hands tied around one another and her fingers tensely pressed at her elbows and the young lady was quivering as if she was cold.