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Quarashibanzai had failed the Chuunin Exams. He had completely and totally botched his one chance at showing the world that he was the smartest genin alive. It was natural that he failed in this endeavor because it simply was not true. Unfortunately, his ego would not allow him to accept that fact and thus he had resolved to blaming everyone but himself. This worked for a few hours before he found it unsatisfactory. His next best option was to get liquor'd up and watch the other rounds. He hated that Yoshi and that one eyed freak were permitted to move on. If he went to see them then his buzz would be killed. He then decided to go watch some random pinko named Chigetsu and an absolute bombshell babe named Inarie. The kid slicked back his hair, took off his shirt, and covered himself in Green body paint. Both Kye and Yoshi were from Kumo which he absolutely hated with a passion so he decided that today he'd rep Konoha.
Q then spent the next few hours pre-gaming at local bars. If he was not permitted to be served due to being underage then he'd simply by backwater booze and moonshine from some sketchy sellers. In either case, by the time he was due to arrive at the stadium, Q would be totally and completely sloshed. The young man managed to hold it together to get inside the arena but once he was seated he was blackout drunk. Fortunately, he was also hype as hell. He'd watch with eager anticipation as the two fighters put on quite the show. He'd roar, yell, and stomp his feet as the energy of the moment killed his sorrows of failure.
"Now's my chance!" he bellowed to himself, thinking aloud. "Let's get this crowd rolling!" Q made the Boar Seal and released a Genjutsu into the area. The drunk teen would then stomp his feet twice and clap. He'd do it a few more times until it triggered pretty much everyone in his section. The nameless untrained civilians felt compelled to follow his rhythm and soon huge sections of the arena were doing the same. The illusion caught on and began to trigger more and more civilians.
Soon even the participants of the match would hear a loud rhythmic clapping and stomping. If successful, the entire arena would be carrying the tune. Hopefully this would build hype and excitement not just for the spectators but for the competitors as well. Q stood out of his chair and screamed:
The arena took up the cry in unison and the chant reverberated across the stadium as more civilians joined in.
Q then spent the next few hours pre-gaming at local bars. If he was not permitted to be served due to being underage then he'd simply by backwater booze and moonshine from some sketchy sellers. In either case, by the time he was due to arrive at the stadium, Q would be totally and completely sloshed. The young man managed to hold it together to get inside the arena but once he was seated he was blackout drunk. Fortunately, he was also hype as hell. He'd watch with eager anticipation as the two fighters put on quite the show. He'd roar, yell, and stomp his feet as the energy of the moment killed his sorrows of failure.
"Now's my chance!" he bellowed to himself, thinking aloud. "Let's get this crowd rolling!" Q made the Boar Seal and released a Genjutsu into the area. The drunk teen would then stomp his feet twice and clap. He'd do it a few more times until it triggered pretty much everyone in his section. The nameless untrained civilians felt compelled to follow his rhythm and soon huge sections of the arena were doing the same. The illusion caught on and began to trigger more and more civilians.
Soon even the participants of the match would hear a loud rhythmic clapping and stomping. If successful, the entire arena would be carrying the tune. Hopefully this would build hype and excitement not just for the spectators but for the competitors as well. Q stood out of his chair and screamed:
The arena took up the cry in unison and the chant reverberated across the stadium as more civilians joined in.
