The impact of the first large-scale trial of Takamagahara was rapidly spreading through the village. On every street and in every alley, even civilians who weren't ninja were talking about Takamagahara.
In less than half a day, Takamagahara had become the hottest topic in the village, bar none.
"It feels so real. I can't even tell whether I'm in a genjutsu or reality."
"Being able to define your own hypothetical enemies is right up my alley. I haven't had such a satisfying fight in ages!"
"At the end of the day, Takamagahara is just a genjutsu, so its real value lies in letting us practice all kinds of dangerous ninjutsu and secret techniques. What? Practice real combat? Tch, using such a precious opportunity for sparring is a complete waste!"
The ninja in the tavern shared their opinions, chatting animatedly.
Different people had different ideas about how to use Takamagahara.
Some sought the ultimate combat experience, because only that could sharpen their split-second judgment and train their battle instincts.
Others felt that Takamagahara's true value lay in providing a safe environment to test ninjutsu and secret techniques they wouldn't dare try in reality, or that would be too costly to attempt.
Amid the noisy discussion,
a plainly dressed figure sat drinking in a corner of the tavern.
Anyone who noticed his expression would have realized that his mind wasn't on his drink. He was listening to the conversations around him.
But that was only natural. Anyone would be curious about such a wondrous Mangekyo Dojutsu.
After a long while, the figure got up, left the tavern, and disappeared into the street.
The next day,
the Konoha Ninja selected by the village's higher-ups arrived early at the giant venue.
After hearing their comrades describe their experiences with Takamagahara the day before, the