1 A Prayer to Escape [Trial 2|5-6] Mon Feb 05, 2018 8:01 pm
Uzumaki Ilya
D-rank
- trail briefing:
5-6. The Art of Escape!
The Genin is taken into a spartan room, where the door is locked from the inside with all of their equipment. Tapping the ninja on their shoulder and wishing them luck, they’re placed under a genjutsu where they believe the proctor to shackle them with a plethora of chains, combination and padlocks and a strait jacket and leather feet straps for good measure. The ninja is told to attempt to escape the second the door closes behind him… however, the chains are little more than a powerful C rank genjutsu. A ninja ‘CAN’ beat it by undoing the locks, should they be fast enough, dexterous enough and smart enough or see through the gen with B-0 perception. But it will take time… and meanwhile, in the real world, the room begins to be filled with a toxic fume that due to the genjutsu, the user cannot perceive. As the gas begins to have an effect, dulling the user’s senses and poisoning them, the genjutsu will weaken before ultimately breaking, potentially revealing it, but, at that point, will the ninja still have enough time to escape and get the aid they’ll desperately need?
It was quite a surprise to Iliya that she had managed to pass the first of her required three trials to even be able to get into the real part of the chuunin exams. She actually thought that she was far from good enough to join the chuunin exams, but as she had been choosen by her tutors, she couldn't resist the opportunity to at the very least try her very best and see how far she'd get.
The Uzumaki kunoichi was fairly certain that she was far from the best her village had to offer, worse yet, with the sudden influx of genin participating under kirigakure's crest and emblem while actually hailing from sunagakure made her look even less applicable. Thus when she was approached by the proctor of the second trial and told to get prepared for it, she let out a deep sigh, knowing very well that it would be only a few people watching her trials again, most likely her own folks and their employees and maybe a few uzumaki from konohagakure if she was lucky.
She doubted Master Sero or the Mizukage would even notice her at these exams, after all, she had only recently graduated and had yet to leave an impact on Kirigakure, both in combat and in social graces.
Checking her gear, making sure neither of the two rapiers she was now wearing was loose or otherwise not attached to the belt she wore, Ilya tied the typical Kirigakure foreheadprotector around her left arm and looked at the clock in the waiting room to make a note of the time, it seemed an eternity, but she had only two minutes left before her second trial would start. "Dear sage of old, watch over my every action and guide me where my mind cannot." A soft and swift prayer to the legendary sage of the six paths was all she could muster now.
"Uzumaki Ilya?" The proctor opened the door and entered the waiting room. "It's time for your second trial."
Nodding, Ilya stood up and followed the man to some sort of cube, or at least it looked like that from the outside. As soon as she entered the room, she could hear the door slam shut behind her and the proctor calmly tapped her shoulder to wish her good luck, before suddenly to Ilya's surprise, he started to chain her, place her in a straight jacket and even locked the chains, before vanishing into thin air. "Ok...I guess I'm supposed to get out of here within some sort of time limit?" As if the room itself had heard her muttered words, a digital clock appeared, displaying a time frame in which she no doubt had to escape the place. "Oh goodie, half an hour to escape this number of chains and locks...this won't be easy, damn it."
With the clock counting down her time, the Uzumaki genin from Kirigakure calmed down and started to think, even with a limited timeframe like this, she knew that any similar situation in the shinobi world would need a clear head and a decent assessment of the situation. "Let's see...pulling the chains won't work and the straight jacket's a perfect fit, not really an option to squirm out of this one."
The clock was ticking...
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