[backdated: June 7th]

[not_thedragon]

Who: Sasuke and Gai and YOUTH
Where: Med station for the Chuunin exams
When: June 7th, during the exams
What: Sasuke is annoyed because he's been blown off by one of his sometimes-teachers, and runs into the very person said sometimes-teacher recommended.
Status: For Gai, but anyone who wants to stop by the med station is welcome!

It probably wasn't fair to be annoyed with Kakashi when Sasuke himself had been annoyed by his Chuunin exam duties only yesterday, but there were really only so many excuses he could listen to before he began to fervently wish for a straight answer of nope, too busy. This time, though, his request for taijutsu had led to the new development of nope, look for Gai.

It wasn't as if Sasuke had never heard of Maito Gai -- it was hard not to hear Gai, period -- but he had no formal introduction to the man and highly doubted that anyone would welcome a sudden request for training in the middle of exams.

So it was that he was in yet another poor mood, packing unhappy genin into bandages and splints and out of the med tent without any particular grace.

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[not_thedragon]

The parade of genin in varying states of damage and consciousness had started to blur by the afternoon, too many high-pitched voices and body fluids that weren't blood (more body fluids that weren't blood than he really wanted to think about) beginning to tell in a serious shortening of Sasuke's temper. The appearance of yet another pair slung under the arms of an ANBU who walked into the medical tent as if there weren't medics everywhere around him did nothing to help.

"Off with you," he said shortly to the sulky genin whose shoulder he'd re-set into its socket, sending the kid off to fill out the paperwork to finalize failure from the exams. Giving his hands a peremptory brush-off, he headed for the two unconscious boys -- they were obviously victims of an exploding tag, and something about having an Uchiha in the tent meant that he had the burn injuries by default.

There were times when he wondered if it was medic-nin's passive-aggressive way of punishing him for the fact that his clan had caused so many of them over the years, but that was a suspicion for another time.

"Have they been unconscious the entire time?" He asked, drawing a sterilized scalpel out from the stash underneath the counters and cutting a quick, clean line between undamaged fabric and the parts of the first boy's clothing that had seared to the skin.