Graduation exam

Minato sat in the room for exams. He looked at the students around him. He read faces. It amused him to see. Everyone was like an actor on stage. But rather than acting they were honest. Some people were panicking. They were chewing on their pencil. They were tapping the pencil on their forehead. They were freaked. Some were even sweating. It was true suffering for them. Minato pictured the inside of their head. He pictured turmoil. He saw a land riddled with war. It gave him pleasure. It gave him joy. Not because they suffered though. It was because he wasn’t nervous.

Some people were emotionless. They were impossible to read. To him they were worse than the obvious panicked. Why? Because they were disconnected. They were confused. They didn’t know how to feel. It was something that also gave him pleasure. Why? Even he didn’t know. He just liked it. He just enjoyed seeing them. He loved their emotionless face. It made him feel better. It gave him some sense of relief. It gave him some sense of security. He didn’t mind that they were lost. How was he doing? He was doing fine. He only had a few more questions left. Then he had to do an essay. After that he would be finished.

He finally noticed the last few people. Only a handful were flying by. Their pencils never left the paper. They knew every answer. They knew every response. They could do this sleeping. They could do this drugged. Strip them naked, put them in a blizzard, and they could ace this. Bundle them up, put them in an inferno, and they could still ace this. It seemed that nothing could distract these guys. Minato smiled at them. Cocky bastards, all of them. He didn’t hope they failed, but he didn’t hope they passed either. Whatever comes of them comes. He just wanted to get out of there. He would do him. They would do them.

Minato turned his attention on his own paper. He finished the last few questions with ease. They were just some easy questions. Things about Hollow, Shinigami, and Quincy. A few questions were there about the Quincy and Shinigami war. It was all easy. And the essay was just about your plans. Simple. When Minato was done he handed in his test. He went to leave. He stopped at the door and looked at the others. Some looked at him. Some just stared. Some glared. Some focused on the test. Others looked from him to the test. Others just were zoning out. He shook his head and left the room. He waited with a handful of other students in the waiting room. Some began to get called away. Some came back and cried. Others never came back.Minato didn’t care either way.

Eventually he was called. A man stood in the door. He was large in terms of width. He was short. He had a full head of black hair though. His eyes were small black little things. He called for Minato again. Minato looked at him for a moment. He sighed and stood up. The man signaled for him to follow. Minato obeyed and went with him into the hall. The man looked at Minato and down at his test. They stood at the door that lead out of the Academy. ”You have passed.” That was all he said. Minato shrugged and left. He didn’t like that guy. He was his history teacher. He disliked him immensely. He made history boring. Minato wasn’t thrilled about history. That man made it even worse.

Draze sat, facing his exam paper. His pen lay neatly where he had put it down on entering the room. The paper was slightly crumpled, only the faintest amount, the slight crinkle one gets when one turns through papers in complete bewilderment. Other than that, the paper was pristine. No pen marks, no erased answers, no working out on the side. Nothing. The entire exam was a mystery to Draze.

He had just arrived in the academy, had only been there for a few weeks, and was already failing. He had been so focused on getting his zanpakoto materialised that he hadn't stopped to think why this place was called an academy. Now, here he was, facing a record for the lowest exam grade possible, and he could do nothing. He leafed through the papers again. What, in all the worlds, was a Quincy? He barely knew what a hollow was. Were Quincy's types of Hollows? Did that explain the war between Quincy and Shinigami? Who was Aizen? Obviously some type of dictator, as the question proceded as follows.
What possible methods did Aizen use to control his Espada and other ranked Hollows? Discuss how effective these may have been. Mention flaws for extra credit.
Draze did not suffer from the delusion he could guess who this man was, what and Espada was, or any possible flaws in his plan.
Draze picked up his pen, mositened the tip, and wrote. "Aizen was a dictator who governed the Espada and ranked Hollows by clever cunning and superior power."
Draze figured that was a good enough answer. Most dictators ruled that way. It was part of being a dictator. To make a stab at the extra credit, he wrote. "The only flaw in Aizens control was outside influence. Others could sow chaos in the-" here Draze paused, chewing on his pen. Finally, he wrote, "Espadian ranks."
Draze felt somewhat better for making an attempt, even thoughhe knew he would be lucky to get 1 mark of the possible 20. He filled in the rest of the question in a similiar manner as best as he could, but he usually ended up writing in a similiar answer to the first question.
Draze handed in his paper. He was one of the last to do so. He left the room, and saw the students waiting outside. He joined them, and presently, his name was called.
"Failed." The examiner said. "But a lucky guess on question 1."
Draze did not remember which question was question 1. He apologised for his Grade, and left to check out some books on Aizens and Quincys.