Bang!
Naruto slammed his hand on the desk, stood up, and shouted:
"Don't underestimate me! I won't back down! I want to take the test! Even if I stay a Genin for life, I'll still become Hokage one day! Ask the damn question—I'm not afraid!"
He exhaled sharply through his nose, crossed his arms, and sat back down with a defiant scowl.
Itsuki sighed inwardly.
This was so like Naruto.
Acting purely on emotion, never considering consequences—or whether others might be dragged down with him.
But Itsuki had to admit: those reckless words completely broke the suffocating atmosphere in the exam hall.
Candidates who had been seconds away from giving up suddenly felt their hearts steady.
That's right. If even an idiot like Naruto could risk everything, how could they quit now? To give up would make them worse than an idiot!
"I'll give you one last chance!" Ibiki swept his cold gaze across the room. "This decision will shape your entire life. If you regret it, quit while you can."
"Just spit it out already—that's my ninja way!" Naruto shot back, refusing to back down.
Though inside, he was trembling.
If he bombed the question after acting tough, the humiliation would be unbearable.
Ibiki paused. Thanks to Naruto's interruption, his psychological trap was broken.
The remaining examinees no longer carried that same suffocating unease—they had already chosen to fight.
Only the Kusagakure team sat pale-faced. It wasn't that they didn't want to give up.
But before leaving their village, they had been given strict orders by their leader.
Retreat was forbidden. Failure meant disgrace.
If they died trying, Kusagakure would honor them. But if they quit, they'd be hunted as cowards.
For them, there was no choice but to press forward.
At last, Ibiki nodded and declared:
"Your decision is wise. Everyone still here—I hereby declare you have passed the first exam!"
"…Eh? What?"
Every candidate, except Itsuki, stared in shock.
Passed? Just like that?
What about the tenth question?
Ibiki chuckled darkly. "In truth, there was never a tenth question. The choice you just made was the tenth question."
He leaned forward, his tone sharpening:
"Imagine you're a Chunin tasked with seizing confidential intel. You know nothing of the enemy's strength, their numbers, or their traps. There could be an ambush. What would you do?"
"Would you abandon the mission out of fear—leaving your comrades to fend for themselves? A true Chunin cannot."
"Some missions must be carried out no matter the risk. Inspiring your comrades, enduring hardship, and leading them through impossible odds—these are the qualities of a Chunin."
"Those who shrink back, who pin their hopes on 'next year'—they're weak. They are not fit to become Chunin."
"But you—the ones who chose to face the challenge—you already gave the correct answer. You've proven you have the courage needed to move forward."
"You pass. The first round of the Chunin Exams is complete. From here on, keep working hard."
His entire demeanor shifted. The once cold sadist now spoke with almost brotherly encouragement.
Itsuki smirked quietly.
"It makes sense," he muttered. "But still feels too subjective. People change. Different crises bring different choices. What you do in one moment doesn't define your whole future."
Still, at least this ordeal was finally over.
Crash!
The classroom windows exploded inward. Shards of glass flew as a black shape spun into the room.
Several kunai thudded into walls and floorboards.
When the smoke cleared, the "shape" was revealed—a black curtain unfurling across the podium.
In bold white characters, it read: Second Examiner, Anko Mitarashi, Has Arrived!
The curtain dropped, revealing a curvy woman with short purple hair, hands on hips, grinning wide.
"It's too early to celebrate!" she shouted, raising her arm high. "I'm the examiner for the second test—Anko Mitarashi! The next stage awaits. Follow me!"
The room went silent. Every candidate stared, brains short-circuiting.
Itsuki nearly laughed. If he had his phone, he'd record this and post it as Anko's black history.
From behind the curtain, Ibiki's unimpressed voice drifted:
"No one's paying attention to you."
Anko's smile froze.
Her grand entrance—the one she'd practiced—was completely wasted.
Even Ibiki hadn't played along.
Itsuki casually looked out the window, whistling, pretending not to notice her glare.
Several candidates stifled their laughter. A few girls even typed teasingly into the chat group:
[Yamanaka Ino: Pfft! That entrance was so embarrassing!]
[Haruno Sakura: I think I lost brain cells watching that.]
[Uzumaki Karin: Heh… definitely blackmail material.]
Anko forced herself back to business. Scanning the room, she frowned.
"One-hundred and two people… thirty-four teams? Ibiki, why are there still so many? Your test was too easy!"
Ibiki shrugged. "This year's crop is strong."
"Fine then. I'll fix that." Anko smirked. "I'll cut more than half of them myself."
Not long after, the candidates followed her to the exam site—Training Ground 44.
Known by another name: the Forest of Death.
From the outside, towering trees rose into the sky, their moss-covered trunks so wide it would take twenty people linking arms to circle them.
The air reeked of wildness and danger.
"This," Anko announced proudly, "is the second exam site. Soon, you'll understand why we call it the Forest of Death!"
Naruto, of course, couldn't resist.
He mimicked her pose with an exaggerated sway, sneering: "Stop trying to scare me! Only ghosts would be afraid of you!"
"You've got guts, brat." Anko narrowed her eyes. In a flash, a kunai slashed across Naruto's cheek, leaving a thin cut.
"Hey, Sister Anko, don't traumatize the kid," Itsuki said, appearing behind Naruto and catching the kunai.
Anko clicked her tongue but relented. "Tch. Fine. You're lucky I'm in a good mood."
Itsuki wasn't just protecting Naruto, though.
He didn't want Orochimaru—already disguised as a Kusagakure ninja—getting too close to Anko.
"Phew… that was close!" Naruto wiped cold sweat from his brow, touching the small cut on his cheek.
"Enough playing around," Anko said briskly. She held up a stack of papers.
"First, sign these consent forms. This exam involves risk of death. If you want in, you agree to take responsibility for your own life."
After signing, each team was handed a scroll—either the Scroll of Heaven or the Scroll of Earth.
The rules were simple: collect both scrolls and reach the central tower within five days.
The forest had 44 entrances, each about ten kilometers from the tower.
To pass, teams would have to battle, steal, and survive.
And in the Forest of Death, the threats weren't just other shinobi.
There were giant beasts, poisonous insects, venomous mists… and things far worse lurking within.
Death was not just possible—it was expected.
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