Team 3 figures stuff out(Private/Hiro/Kiraku)

Hiro Nara wasn't even slightly nervous. He lacked that, at this very point. He was hyperfocused on the exams, and closely listened to the rules. He knew the type of riddle here, and knew how to do it. He had a feeling that someone was going to run, but so did the others likely. He had traveled here in style, mainly because he was the future head of the Nara clan. He had worn his coat due to the elevation and overall to look smarter and cooler. It was what people his age often received better, although his style.

That style led him to walk, with confidence, into the room and sat against the wall. Once his team would start coming in, he knew what to do.

"Hello. I'm Hiro Nara, and I'm from Konoha. I believe we should stay."

He knew the case. It was more likely the the others would go because they were thinking that everyone was going. Most people didn't think farther than that. He only thought that far because that was his job for the most part. To think, instead of do. That was what he did because that was what his father wanted. It was a bother for the most part.

Kiraku stood with his back against the wall, idly twirling a shuriken on his forefinger. He was dressed from head to toe in rags, a pair of rotund tinted glasses covering his eyes; as if excepting a sandstorm to occur at any moment; even though he was far away from home. Underneath, he had worn a black ceremonial overcoat, the Uchiha Heraldry on both of its sides; with long flowing sleeves, a sash holding it tightly closed; yet it was all covered up by his ragged cloak. Although he tried to keep his cool, things took a turn which Kiraku wasn't sure he was happy or horrified about. He had been put on the same squad that the Jinjuriki was on. Having not to face him in battle was boon yet even just looking at him put his mind off. He did his best to look cool and unbothered as possible yet since the teams were split, he his mind has just been one static note; he was not even sure what the test was or what rules it had.

He was opposite of a boy he did not know, who seemed quite unbothered by the fact that they were in a room with a volatile weapon of mass destruction. "I'll do what he says." Kiraku gave a nod towards the Jinjuriki as he stopped twirling the shuriken. He made sure to make his voice sound deep and confident whilst giving deference to the Jinjuriki both painted him as an ally and covered the fact he had little Idea of what was really going on.

Hiro was sitting still, on the floor, legs crossed, hands together in a meditative pose, and he would begin to pull nature energy into him as he prepared himself, he would listen and quietly respond, without breaking his concentration "I say we sense what the others choose to do and go from there, making our choice last second, and hopefully give us a upper hand"  

The gourd of sand on his back was filled, with more sand, he had made a special technique with the help of the beast inside of him, to give him amazing sand control and abilities, and something that can even bolster other sand, for him all he needed was the sand, but he had other things to call upon as well, as a result of his first training on using something other then his sand, he learned it, but he would stick with his normal stuff until he needed to pull out the others. He waited to hear a response from the other two. Although he knew that Kiraku feared him, and there for would do nothing to upset him.

Now the mention of this Sand is important for while the teacher was talking, Hiro had used his sand behind everyone else to put the sand in the rooms, he did not know what it may be needed for, but he wanted to be prepared in any of the rooms.

When they entered the third Room, the sand would return to the gourd, he wondered if they thought anything of the sand being in the room prior to entering the room, Room One and Two still had Sand filled into the room, hidden from plain sight waiting to be called upon.

"I'd almost argue that we should make our choice first, and maybe block the others from leaving. There was no rules against that."

He, as the next Head of the Nara Clan, shouldn't be shoving out such brute tactics, but it was arguably the best. He wasn't entirely sure the ruling against it, but he didn't read any rules against it.  OR at least, didn't remember seeing any rules against it. Then, if they had left, they would easily be able to win because the others wouldn't be able to leave. That was the point of it.

"Yes, you. I'm curious. Do you have anything that could block the doors? I, personally, don't have anything to block them."

This made him a large problem in that, his abiltiies only related to stopping people in one on one, or in risky cases, more than that. That's what made his skillset his. Which meant what he wanted to do was fairly useless, unless the others had something. Hiro wasn't an unsure man, but when it  came to this particular thing, he was mildly curious. He wondered the ruling on this whole thing. There weren't exactly rules against it.

Kiraku found himself in a tricky position, even though he did his best to add nothing at all to the conversation and stay natural. Whilst the plan of the Jinjuriki was sound to some extent, leaving the others flat-footed and acting quick; The Leaf Shinobi had a plan that was far more to his taste and style. There is no honour in war; Just victory and defeat.; word his ancestors had written countless years ago but he held them close to his heart nevertheless. Didn't matter how you win after all, just that you are not the one at the end of a blade.  Underhanded tactics could not only make quick work of the other team, assure victory and show them that they were there just fodder to bite the dust. Yet, the leaf had no means to bring his plan to fruition it seemed. Yet he did.

"I am sure it is nothing a dozen of shadow clones can't solve." Kiraku replied, a shit-eating grin sliding briefly over his face. He was could produce about two dozens of shadow clones yet the fatigued him immensely, as it pushed his chakra network to its absolute limits. Showing weakness in front of his team wasn't something he was counting to do anytime soon. Yet, he doubted even the Jinjuriki could beat him in a straight hand to hand fight, so his physical strength would make his clones ideal candidates.

Shadow clones, That gave him an Idea, he left the room for a moment, returned and spoke to them "Summon a Shadow clone, have it leave the room" He would then make clones, if one of them couldnt make any sort of Independent clone that could leave the room, he would make one for them, and use the Transformation to make it look like that one to cover their ass. Then once all made he would send his out , and any others he had to make.