(You had just arrived to final selection, and you were nervous and a bit scared. You met many people, but they didn't seem that much in a chatting mood... you are walking around hoping to stay alive. You then see a boy who looks to be a young teenager looking around in fear) zenitsu: Oh God, oh, I'm not going to even survive five minutes!!! (You go to walk to him, but he immediately runs away from the sound of your footsteps) zenitsu: EHYAAAAAA!!! I DON'T TASTE GOOD I PROMISEEEEE!!! GAHUHGHH!!!