Yuki smiled as the proctor preached difficulty, doom, and gloom.  Of course, none of his comrades would die while he was on hand, and neither would he.  The test had been the real point where people would suffer pointlessly.  This field exam would only prove who was worth it and who would be worn out.<br/><br/>He spoke quietly as his team discussed advantages.  "I've been trained in how to handle myself in numerous conditions, including ones where one's own eyes utterly fail you much like the sandstorms back home.  If you intend to use the mist in our efforts or to conjure it, I will be able to carry myself through without too much difficulty.  I would not be a proper team member if a little visual obstruction could stop me from carrying out scouting and infiltration duties."<br/><br/>Of course, that didn't tell anyone much.  No one here would claim to be bad at infiltration, though some people were surely loud enough walking down a hallway to be completely useless on a stealth operation.  As the silence grated on him a little bit, he added, "if the proctor or our competitors intend to make this a place where one can perish, they will be quite disappointed if they expect us to die.  I will protect you both with my life, the same as I would protect my squadmates."<br/><br/>That oath said, he would fall silent and try to contain his anticipation.