Shiori trailed after the Kirigakure genin with a wary look, her senses were on high alert and fingers twitching, edging closer towards where one of the storage seal was— which was on her right hips.
"Ne, Ne, Shiori-chan~" The familiar soprano voice called out in a sing song way, the owner of said voice twirled around, hair going with movement regardless of the cakes of blood, grin widening so that teeth was displayed and eye pupils dilated. "How many more do you need?"
64. Shiori's mind answered immediately, her throat felt a little constricted but she answered regardless, "Quite a few more."
"Eh~" Nanashi whined and pouted, "You've still got such a long way to go, I've got only ten more."
He's already at 90? Since when! Shiori's mind was whirling, she was with this person since twenty minutes ago and she hasn't seen him dispel more than 7 clones. Was the exam rigged? Or maybe he killed more wituout her realizing? Wait a minute, Shiori froze, her eyes trailed over the form of her male companion— Since when do clones bleed?
Shiori found herself breaking out into a cold sweat and eyes flickering around before settling back on Nanashi's form. With a shaky breath, she asked her foreboding question, "Nanashi-san, where did the blood come from?"
"Wah that's a personal question, Shiori-chan!" The boy had blushed and fidgeted. Shiori took a wise step back, gulping down her saliva, "... Did you kill a genin, Nanashi-san?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Nanashi's grin turned sinister, his eyes were covered with a red hue, the blood that was all over him seemed much more overwhelming than before. Shiori cursed.
"No, not really. I'm just worried if it was your blood," Shiori lied smoothly, "It would be rather inconsiderate of me to not realise my companion had an injury."
Nanashi blinked, his grin softened and reached out. Two thin hands wrapped around the frozen form of our protagonist, "You're so nice! I've decided, I'm not going to kill you."
Shiori swallowed, "Oh?"
"I'm going to marry you!" Nanashi declared and muzzled Shiori. Meanwhile, our poor 10 year old girl was frozen. She wondered how can a ten year old girl get married and whether or not Nanashi was mentally unstable. The second one really shouldn't be a guess, it's a fact. "I'm only ten, Nanashi-san, we can't get married."
Nanashi pouted, "That's alright, I'll grow up! And you'll grow up too! Then we have get married! We fan be engaged first!"
Shiori withheld a sigh before detangling the mentally unstable boy from her form, "How about we pass the exam first before we talk about it? After all, if I don't pass the exam I'll die."
Nanashi looked positivly horrified at the prospect.
"Come on! Come on! I know where the clones are made." Nanashi shouted beforw grabbing Shiori's wrist. Shiori stumbled a little but managed to follow after the boy. She wondered what she got herself into.
They entered a dark cave and her companion seemed to walk as if he owned the place— which clearly, Shiori wouldn't be surprised if he did, in fact, own the place. She was then greeted by multiple clones jumping out.
"Go on fight!" Nanashi shouted. Shiori made a displeased noise before her hand formed into a familiar hand sign. Ox. Snake. Ram. "Kirigakure no Jutsu(1)"
She immdiately unsealed her kunais and threw in that direction. Shiori dared herself to look back and she saw the other boy grinning madly, a tanto in hand and dispeling clones like they were water. Just then a clone, black hair and eyes, coming from behind Nanashi, Shiori ever the noble person called out to warn the boy, "Nanashi-san! Behind you!"
