It wasn't the most inspiring of displays. There was a lot of halfhearted effort, a few moments of luck spiced with untapped talent, not much to feast the eyes on for the majority. Only one girl stood out a bar above the others. Absently turning a coin between his fingers, Zetsu eyed the young archer with something like mild curiosity. She looked more determined than the rest-- there was actually something to the way she held her back, a dignity to the way she stared the targets down. There was something very teachable about her stubborn stance.
Perhaps she was just begging to be broken and rebuilt. He had a thing for women like that. Men as well, if he were honest with himself. But hell, he also had a thing for the vulnerable and victimized. He was probably just a people person.
That didn't take away from his quietly building interest in the young woman in the competition. Zetsu was no expert on the coping mechanisms of angry people (although it was something he was constantly being told to look into), but there was something marked about the way this girl carried herself. There was something decidedly undiscovered about her, the sort of sparkle that glistened through a river bed before gold was discovered. She would put up a fight, certainly, but she had the look of someone that could be mined, who could be pushed and pulled and battered into understanding and then rebuilt from their shell into a truly impressive creature.
It was the slightest bit exhilarating.
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