Ah? Minato Still Has Yin?

After the first round of screening, only half the children remained in the arena. Quite a few of them were gritting their teeth and holding on, trembling all over as though a gust of wind could knock them down.

Only a handful were in a condition comparable to the better-performing Minato. Shimura Kizaru, on whom Danzo had placed high hopes, was among them. Though his face was somewhat pale, his will had not been greatly affected by the Nine-Tailed Chakra.

As for those under no pressure at all, there were only the thick-nerved Kushina and the bored, yawning Uchiha Gin.

Old Nine, turn up the intensity already!

Sniffing the faint fox stink in the air, Uchiha Gin covered his nose and rolled his eyes disdainfully. It could not even scare children, yet it dared call itself some super-duper Nine-Tailed Beast.

"Tap, tap... tap."

While most of the children were suffering terribly, Danzo appeared slowly with a group of Root lackeys, his proud, perky backside swaying. Big butt, big entourage.

Fortunately, their arrival diluted the fear brought by the Nine-Tailed Chakra. The children who had been on the verge of collapse visibly improved, all staring up eagerly at this high-ranking figure they had only ever seen in newspapers.

"Is this truly the state of Konoha's new generation?"

Standing before them, Danzo swept his sinister gaze across the pale faces of the trembling children and shook his head lightly.

"To be honest, I am very disappointed. Each generation is worse than the last."

Upon hearing that, these children, regarded by their family elders as the hope of the future, lowered their heads in shame. The halos of genius they once wore were now fragile and utterly vulnerable before the Nine-Tails.

Watching Danzo perform, Uchiha Gin rolled his eyes so hard they were