OMAKE: Gathering intel.
Niko was annoyed. For starters, she was in a great deal of pain. Bruises all over the place. A headache of such legendary pain that the minstrels would have written songs about it, if they weren't all busy writing songs about the other stuff that had happened last night. Stupid showboating Goketsu.
But she was a ninja, and a good one at that. She wasn't going to make the tournament, but provided the Jonin council didn't act like total morons, she was going to make Chuunin. Norimoto-sensei had said that was basically a done deal after she passed the fourth event cutoff. And ninja who were going to make Chuunin could deal with a little pain.
The pain was just another thing to deal with. What was really a problem were these two idiots who insisted on pestering her.
A Kurosawa boy with formerly neat neat hair and formerly clothes. It seems the fighting had messed both up, and he hadn't gotten them fixed yet. It was a shame, his combat uniform looked like it might have been really nice before it had gotten torn up.
And a Mori girl with a red ponytail. Her normal hair tie had gone missing in some scuffle, and she was making do with some random bits of twine.
They had a third member. I had seen her roaming the halls earlier, obsessively checking her barrel, and muttering something about "traitorous scum", and "gonna castrate him for stealing it".
Niko decided she liked her. But she wasn't here. Instead the stupid boy with the stupid hair was asking his stupid question again.
"Is there anything else you can remember?" Kurosawa S-something asked for the zillionth time. Stupid, if I had known I would have told you.
"You mean besides the explosions? And the noise? And the water shield? And the ridiculous fake out kick? And the dive bombing earth clone? And the-"
"Yes, yes, aside from everything you've mentioned before," said Mori. She was doing that stupid thing people do sometimes, where they try to hide annoyance behind a smile, but just put on their "I'm annoyed with you and think you are too stupid to notice smile."
Niko hated people treating her like she was stupid.
"Why are you talking to me anyway?! I only saw them in action for about a minute!"
Kurosawa and Mori shared a look. They were trying to be discrete, but there was only one reason people shared that sort of glance. They were debating how much honesty would get them the answer they wanted. Kurosawa was hard to read, but by Mori's expression, he was against telling me anything, and she wanted to only tell me a little.
Stupid, thought Niko. If they just told me everything, I could figure out what they wanted me to say and we could both limp our separate directions.
Kurosawa apparently broke first. "That is about 30 seconds longer than anyone else lasted."
"Wait, what? What about those lightning guys, they were supposed to be ringers!"
Mori spoke up. Her voice seemed a little odd, like she could barely be bothered to speak, even though she had sounded so interested before. "Based on the timing of their encounters, it usually took them 18 to 20 minutes to defeat a team after engaging them. But based on combat reports from various genin, over 95% of that time was spent moving into position and flushing out opponents who weren't caught in the opening volley, which typically lasted under 5 seconds. Actual bouts of combat lasted 15 to 30 seconds based on the description of moves involved, and the estimated amount of time to perform said moves."
"What about Aburame? I heard they actually drove them off!"
Shin ran his hands through his hair, trying in vain to get it to lie flat again. "Team Aburame isn't talking, but their fight seemed to last about 15 seconds before Yamanaka nabbed barrel-boy."
Niko paused. "You," she said, thinking of the tentacled monster from last night, "do not get to call him barrel-boy. You didn't see him in action."
This is stupid, Niko thought. These people obviously have no idea how to win. They aren't saying so directly, but apparently they got taken out within 30 seconds too. And they even had the crazy ringer team!
Niko limped off, no longer able to deal with all these stupid people.
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Shin looked at Anna. "While you're still," Team Downfall hand gesture number 16 'Humble acknowledgement of painful sacrifice', "Do you have anything to add on how many goo bombs Jiraiya can give them, after they blew through their stock of about twenty?"
Specific questions usually helped Anna get in and out without hurting herself. "About twenty" was a joke though, and they both knew it. If Shin had to deal with one more person who said that there were bombs "everywhere", he was going to forever remember how to pound his forehead through a wall.
"I have no idea how many bombs they will have for the second event," Anna said. She was coming out of it quickly, so no lasting damage. Shin was relieved. The only thing that seemed to help Anna with Frozen Skein overuse was chocolate and sappy poetry that she hadn't read before. They were fresh out of both, after they had spent a long planning session trying to ensure the defenses would hold.
But this was concerning. Last time, she had been somewhat confident in an answer of forty. And she seemed content to let him stew in the mysteriousness of her answer. She got like this sometimes, when she wanted to lend gravity to what she had learned while under. It was annoying. Shin waited, hoping to get her to volunteer the information. Team Downfall sigh number 1, 'Anna wins, again'.
"And why is that? What forbidden lore have you pulled from the heart of the universe, oh mistress of depressing secrets?"
"I don't know how many seals they will have next round, because they didn't run out this round. They only stopped using them because they thought it would be more impressive if they beat their opponents with their own fists."
"That... Shit." That was momentous enough to get recorded separately by the Iron Nerve. Team Downfall expletive number... 33? 34? No, 36, he pretended to be a drunken sailor that one time. Anyway, Team Downfall expletive number 36 'Overwhelmingly Superior Opponent."