On August 10, the results of the Jonin promotion deliberations came out. Every candidate submitted for review had passed!
Konoha had gained twelve Jonin in one go, nearly one-eighth of its existing Jonin force.
If this had happened before the war broke out, even the Hokage probably would not have been able to push through such a large-scale batch of Jonin promotions.
Akaseki was naturally among them, and the published list even showed—
"Forty-seven Jonin approved him? That Uchiha Clan brat is actually this popular?"
"This isn't something popularity alone could achieve, is it? He received the most approval votes—"
"Could the Uchiha Clan have threatened them?"
"How is that possible? Didn't you see that there wasn't a single vote against him?"
"Then maybe it was because of his strength?"
"He's from the Uchiha Clan. If he could still get the most votes like that, wasn't it because he was popular?"
"Tsk, now that you put it that way, it does make sense—"
"You lot over there, what are you talking about?"
The Genin from the police force viciously warned several villagers who were loudly critiquing the notice board—another day spent upholding Konoha's public order.
Akaseki looked at the deliberation results and felt quite pleased.
But upon further thought, it did not seem strange—he had spent most of his time in the medical corps.
Wasn't it perfectly normal for someone who saved people everywhere to be popular?
Any Jonin Akaseki had saved would definitely give him an approval vote, and then there were the Jonin of the Uchiha Clan—
Hm? That still was not enough?
Akaseki ran through every Jonin he had worked with or rescued. Even adding Tetsukura's ten Uchiha votes, it was still nowhere near that many.
All Akaseki could do was attribute it to—
"As expected of