Zinan sighed and stood to his feet. He slumped his shoulders forward and shook his head at the ground. He stabbed the tip of his tanto into the ground in disgust. Just like an Aburame! Not only did they make me waste my energy here, but they made me and the Hidden Leaf Village look like fools.... Zinan viewed this as an insult to not only himself, but to his entire clan. Clearly, this Aburame did not think that Zinan and the Chunin Exams were worth her time and attention.
Zinan looked down at the three shuriken in his hand. He ran a finger through the holes of all three while he steamed with anger. He untied the metal wire from the one shuriken and stowed it and the three throwing stars in his equipment pouch. The Kumonosu genin stalked to each makabishi and plucked them from the ground. He carefully wrapped the full lot back into the off-white cheese cloth that he kept them in. After stuffing them back into his equipment pouch as well, he stomped over to where he plunged his tanto into the dirt and yanked it free. He wiped the dirt off on his.pants before resheathing it in his shoulder sheath. He pressed a hand to his lower back to.ensure that his other tanto was still in place and hidden from view.
Only then did the angsty man acknowledge the crowd. Despite the murmur that was running though the crowd, there were still many people cheering for him. Zinan feebly lifted and arm and balled fist into the air. He forced a small for a moment before letting it go when he turned to the ANBU Operative. The masked shinobi nodded to Zinan before disappearing from the arena. With another wave to the crowd, Zinan disappeared as well.
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WC: 306
Total WC: 857
Training: D-rank Jutsu -750 Words
Remainder: 157 Words