Suzaku let out a sigh. It was peaceful for a change, the boy not having to deal the nonsense those two always created when they were here. And he could actually focus on the fight now. Even if it brought mixed feelings. Except...No. Not mixed. Negative feelings. He couldn't even lie to himself that watching this was making him feel even slightly better, that at least there was another Kumogakure participant in the running. Katsuo had lost an arm, and yet he'd been deemed more fit than him to be in this fight by getting voted for a second try at the exams.
The increasingly morose teen was spiraling now. What had even been the point of coming back here? There was only one person in his team that was still participating, and they weren't exactly close. A consequence of their genin team being newly grouped and having all kept to themselves in the academy. Even the fact he and Takame were in the same clan didn't bridge the gap between them and the ideological differences of the clans seperate branches they belonged too. They were very different, and Takame still being in the exams was just another difference between them now. One that the red haired boy found himself growing more resentful over.
But while the frizzy haired boy found himself feeling worse with his newfound solitude, his two "companions" were thriving. Those in the Iwa section would find themselves in a yelling competition with their new guest. But instead of the crow watching the match and yelling during the highs and lows of the fight, instead he'd be cawing at their own cheers, as if they were being heckled. While the Konoha section would find a slightly less rowdy visitor. Instead of yelling at the spectators, the crow would cry out as if yelling at the sword wielding boy, like a human spectator. But soon the bird would quiet as it turned, feeling the eyes bearing down it's neck. A young child with long black hair stared at Dō, and the crow would tilt it's head, it's black, marble shaped eye reflecting the boy as it blended in with it's pitch black feathers. He acted almost humanlike. Until a loud cry escaped it's beak, shattering the silence.
Suzaku found himself constantly changing between the whirlwind of emotions that barraged him by merely being here, to able to concentrate enough on the match. And honestly, he wasnt sure what he was watching here. Well, he did, but he wasn't sure just how this person with the summons had lost. What had supposed to be a free-for-all was turning into a desperate battle of against a Goliath, the three gorilla's handling any and all challenges thrown at them with ease. He's got to be drained right?... Suzaku wasn't sure, maintaining three seperate summons pretty intense Chakra wise, and there was no way he could keep this up long term. But they'd disarmed the sword wielding boy and weere grouping up against Katsuo, the blonde boy just barely able to escape their clutches. Just how quickly would this match be over? Dō must be disappointed at how this is going... The red haired boy supposed he should be upset at Katsuo looking like he was going to lose as well, and to a certain extent he was. But not as much as he should've been. It was hard. Though, at least he didn't have both of those two screaming at him over this to complicate things even more. And really, how much trouble could those two get into on their own? And then his face would slowly yet visibly drop, the dawning realization hitting him like an oversized club. He should go and find them.
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