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Run, Rabbit, Run [Jun. 9th, 2013|08:59 pm]
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[User Picture]From: [info]shiranui_genma
2013-06-10 04:24 am (UTC)

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By 2200 hours on the first day of the hunt, five candidates had been eliminated, one was teetering on the brink of failure, and sixteen were still in the running. Radio chatter amongst the dozen proctors had waxed and waned throughout the day, as candidates fell into traps, or evaded them and impressed their hunters.

“Ooh. He just stepped on my wasp nest. Bet you all fifty he’s going down,” came Usagi’s voice in Genma’s earpiece. She sounded as fresh and chipper as she had at 0400; he kind of hated her. Just a little.

“None of us are fool enough to take that bet,” Shikaku observed, sounding just as weary as Usagi sounded bright.

Genma didn’t bother offering an opinion. He pushed his mask up and wished he had a cigarette while he waited for the all-clear.

“Aaaaaaand... He’s down. Komozaki Minorou down. You all owe me a five-o.”

Radio-silence begged to differ with her.

“You guys are no fun,” Usagi complained. “Alright, I’m gonna go collect my toys, patch Komozaki up, and I’m good to go.” Her comm clicked off.

“Is that a go from Base?” Shikaku asked.

“That’s affirmative,” came Hajime’s voice. “If you haven’t already cleared your sector, we’re pushing on to phase three. Sound off if you’re in the outer ring and still have actives in your quadrant.”

“I’ve got one in Boar sector.” Sato’s voice crackled and hissed over the distance. He must be in one of the rockier areas where radio signal was weak. “Tousaki’s still with me.”

“One in Grasshopper,” Omoshi said.

There was silence.

“Anyone else?” asked Hajime.

“One in Tanuki,” Genma said. Fukui Ayane, the impressive kenjutsu user from the first day of trials had crossed into his sector about an hour ago. Unlike her predecessor, she’d cooked—and eaten—the safe mushrooms, and left Genma’s bamboo shoots alone.

“Roger that. Anyone else?”

No one spoke.

“Phase three commence,” Hajime told them. “You have until 0400 to get them to Hebi Valley.”

A dozen voices acknowledged the command and clicked off their comms. Genma yawned and stretched. First, a soldier pill, because it was going to be a long night. Next a long, deep drink of water, followed by a quick piss against a tree, because... it was going to be a long night. There weren’t likely to be many rest breaks between now and 0400, and getting the candidates to Hebi Valley was just the beginning.

He wondered if the proctors at his trials two years ago had had as much fun as he was having, even if it was tiring. So far the trials had been a blast. They got to use all the skills they would on a mission—at least the non-lethal ones—without any of the usual risks or consequences. There were no innocent bystanders to worry about, no real enemies lurking around the next corner, and in two days time they’d be back in Konoha, sipping sake in the park where the cherries were almost at peak bloom.

Well, he and the other proctors would, anyway. The candidates, if they made it through, had a few more hurdles to deal with before their ordeal was over. He sleeked his hair back into its tie, flipped his mask down, and flexed his shoulders. Time to go get Ayane moving.