[Enters Soma] ~{Got Permission to enter whit Civ}~
A plume of white left my lips as I made my way to the exams, late? There was no such thing as being late, at less not for me, I won't lie, I've never been bothered by the cold embrace that Hyouga provided me, but for the first time in my life I actually feel heat, and truth be told, I dislike it.
My bandaged wrapped hands ran through my forehead pushing away the stray drops of sweat, disgusting. Finally at the classroom door my eyes studied my surroundings as my hands fixed my cloak. Dam it all, I was not about to strip down, from what makes me, me do to a little sun, nah. Opening the door I could see that there where many that had arrived earlier than me, it was expected that he would be one of the last to arrive, most of these kids didn't travel all the way from Hyouga just to take a written exam.
Taking a deep breath I looked all over the room, trying to count the students and the animals that where present all while trying to find a chair, entering the room my eyes focused on the board, as expected rules had been written it, the passing grade, and a handful of other instructions. A grin danced on my lips as I searched for an empty chair trying to avoid tripping along the way do to the scattered materials. I'm not sure what the heck happened, but it seem like a tornado decided to run right through the exam. Picking up a copy of the exam from the floor I took the first empty chair I found, and started to read the exam.
Really this was it? Whit a disappointed sigh, another plume of white left my lips. Maybe someone else would find it hard, but right now, at this day and age I found it an insult to my intelligence, my training as a scribe shone through, as my clean, effortless words where engraved in the paper before me like the most precise and exquisite drawing. I was not going to need an hour as in a laughable fifteen minutes, I had my exam done, maybe I'm to smart for my own good, but having Iroku Hyoujun as a father, you learn or you fail.
Now came the real hard part of the exam, picking up another empty page from the floor, I began to draw, not just any drawing, a drawing of me, it's not like I go out of the way to look at myself in the mirror, but I know I can make a decent self portrait, I may suck at cooking, but give me a pen and a piece of paper and I am god.
Staring at the clock above I still had time to take the form of an animal, something I would do once I had, my portrait finished, which would take longer than the exam, because, you can't rush perfection.