Ryouma stood stead fast, his dark eyes piercing ahead towards the two elder shinobi as he eagerly awaited to hear what they had planned for him, or better yet what they would of attempted upon him. Nothing in this world, or probably the next, got Ryouma fired up quiet like a good old brawl. From the start of his genin training years ago he was a brawler, always preferring the use of a over powering offense to a tactical one. So the prospect of being tested by the two shinobi left little for his imagination, but plenty for his spirit. As he waited in that crouched position, he steadily felt the food pill set to work, replenishing his stamina and chakra supply from his previous 'training ' session. Well maybe not so much of a training session as just a out right fight between his fellow genin. It's not like he could of avoided it or anything, they tried to get smart with him, worse yet cocky. Not something he takes well too. Throw in a enduring and messy brawl and here you have Ryouma in his current beaten state, not that he minded or anything.
Fast foward to the prospect of a challenging test and enter the messenger shinobi! Now given Ryouma's general rush in, crack a skull, and maybe consider a question later, he was finding it rather difficult to not take this chance to rush in on the Juno. Every fiber in him wanted to do so, it really did, but he held fast, waiting to hear what he had to do, or even better, fight. And so, he waited, patiently, which was more or less a hell in itself for him. While the encounter itself was probably no more then a minute or so, it was an almost agonizing wait for someone as bullheaded as Ryouma. When the message was finally delivered and the messenger took it's leave, Ryouma's body tensed like a coiled spring, liable to either spring forth or even snap underneath the constant pressure. He payed little to no attention to what ever words were said to Reyo, all he wanted now was no more then a word or two. Bring it would of been the choice of flavor if Ryouma had his way, but instead he got a passive, forgetful, reply. Ryouma's face sunk, like a wild animal who had just lost it's prey to another beast of the hunt. His body uncoiled, muscles relaxing and becoming less tense as he slowly stood upright, his shields dropping to the holders located at his hips as he glared forward, his eyes burning as he quietly, I say it again, Quietly, waiting. Every cord in his body wanted to scream out frustration, that is until Juno mentioned the prospect of fighting not only himself, but Reyo as well. This brought new light to the youth, in the face of insurmountable odds, in the shadow of a mountain itself, he grinned greedily, the mere thought of being able to take the two elder shinobi alone would make his life time. Well it would of, until someone had to go and ruin it all in a joke. b*****d.
So there he stood, his arms crossing over his chest as he once again glared forward as all his fun was once again spoiled with but a few words. Damn that cocky b*****d. Various thoughts of revenge flashed across his mind as Juno made his true test clear. Send the show pony off, let him bring back a prize. Oh boy. Ryouma, had to real problem with the venturing out into the unknown bit. Hell he even he knew it was a necessity for all genin if they hope to make it at all in this dog eat dog world. The fact that bothered him was that he would be under constant watch by two unseen sets of eyes. That did not please him at all, but once again something like that could not be helped. Self reliance and all that. "Well then.." HE SPEAKS! "I best not waste my time here then. Any wise words of a cryptic nature you would like to impart upon the show pony before sending it off to market? Or better yet, I will just come back with results. After all that seems to be the only thing that matters these days.
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