He had heard about them far earlier than they would have ever heard about him as for the most part the group had been the chatter among the black ops corps. It was relatively unheard of in the sense that a group of students were completely promoted past the trainee portion for their actions in the entrance exam. Even though he had train nerves of steel and a mind that was hard to shake, Kanki couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety especially given the event that had been set into motion. Regardless of their recruitment within the branch the fact was that Kanki had been thrown into their group when it came down to openly showing their skills to the other members of the branch by way of uninhibited combat. It was a growing ritual it seemed one that had not been in place long but one that none other was meant to allow new additions the open floor to show why they were recruited in the first place.
"Hvers vegna er ég kvíðin...", words that were spoken within his mind as he stood within the rather large sparring ground that provided various terrain obstacles such as water, rocks, and flora. A large pit with surrounding walls that were populated by masked members of Anbu and unmasked guardians who had decided to watch. His hearing was keen, keen enough to know that it was not he who was the focus point but those from that highly rumored exam. Standing silently and calm nothing about Kanki was relatively impressive outside of his unusual physical character as despite being only sixteen he easily stood close to 6'3'' and had the muscle tone of a grown man. Unlike any other time Kanki did not wear his Anbu cloak neither had he chosen to wear his bandages that commonly kept his body fully unseen. This time, knowing that the audience were solely members of Stone's shadow Kanki wore typical anbu gear and a plain white mask symbolizing his status as only a trainee.
In doing this many eyes momentarily were curious about the fact that his torso was completely covered in a single black tattoo which branched off into tribal patterns unlike any native to stone's records. Breathing calmly, his frost breath could be seen with each exhale beneath his mask.
"Sýna þeim, sýnir þá, sýna þeim, sýnir þá...", his mind repeated the words of his people over and over as the time began to wind down.
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