The First Training Ground was ablaze with excitement.
A group of elite Genin battled back and forth below, blades slashing, swords hacking, water spraying, fire spewing—a lively spectacle.
Though in Aozora's eyes, the Genin fighting below were riddled with mistakes.
Such battles were precisely what the villagers loved.
Why did they pay to come to the training ground?
Wasn't it for these blood-pumping fights?
The clash of blood and fire, blades against swords, with the occasional spray of water or burst of flame to spice things up.
As for battles like those of Aozora, Senbon, and the others, they actually did not enjoy watching them.
Even if they sensed how impressive they were, they could not understand a thing. It made them feel their tickets were not worth the price.
These amateur brawls, on the other hand, sent their adrenaline surging. They grew wildly excited, faces flushed as they shouted encouragement and discussed the match.
Aozora roughly understood why the Five Great Nations had always publicly held only the Chunin Exams.
Protecting Jonin intelligence was one reason. Another was likely that Jonin-level battles were unsuitable for viewing and unpopular with civilians.
Battles at the Jonin level either destroyed heaven and earth or were decided within inches.
The former could not guarantee the audience's safety, while the latter was completely incomprehensible to them.
At that moment, a question suddenly came to Aozora's mind. Was it really good to make lions and antelopes live together?
The destructive power of ninja battles was astonishing. In wars between them, those who suffered the heaviest losses were not the ninja on either side, but the civilians dependent on them.
Every Shinobi World War saw numerous small nations destroyed and countless populations drastically reduced.
Though Aozora's eyes remained on the arena below, his mind gradually drifted