Dark hues scanned the area that would hold the battle between Shikatopu and whoever his opponent was. He hadn't bothered to remember the name and figured at some point the two would swap pleasantries anyway so that fact didn't weigh on his conscious. It was bright, warm day in Konoha like they often had with only a few clouds dotting the sky. Pretty decent conditions for a person with a skill set that was as specialized as the Nara's, though the sky could only aid him so much. The arena looked like the architects took a regular chunk of nature and plopped it in the middle of a stadium. It was circular and had a roughly thirty foot diameter in each direction. Low lying grass mixed in with patches of barren dirt made up the floor along with trees here and there; six to be exact. They were of average height and placed at least ten feet away from each other.
Though the field didn't have much in terms of aesthetics there was plenty of room to run around and utilize various strategies, which the Genin hoped would lead to a good fight. A quick bout, while helpful to the body, would have left the boy with a sour taste in his mouth especially after doing so well on the previous two tests, almost too well. He knew a modest showing would probably get him an advance in rank but didn't want to become a Chunin so lackadaisically. Hopefully whoever his opponent was would oblige that unspoken request. Shikatopu had his eyes trained on the entrance to the field and awaited his opponent to arrive, he was beginning to get restless. All the plans and moves in the world didn't matter if there was no one to use them against.