The genin on the first floor were busily poking and prodding at the walls and floor, trying to find the answers hidden within the examination room.
The jonin upstairs, meanwhile, were far more relaxed.
With the Third Raikage still present, no fool chose to leave outright.
After all, every jonin able to remain on the second floor and watch the match was, at minimum, among the top ten elites of their respective villages. Those from smaller ninja villages were generally among their village's top three strongest fighters.
At their level, there was more to consider than simply fighting and killing.
Take the two Iwagakure jonin Araki had sent away. They had clearly left a less-than-pleasant impression on the Third Raikage.
Though it was not entirely their fault.
But who told them to be weak and arrogant?
They could only swallow this loss.
At that moment, quite a few jonin from smaller villages began enthusiastically praising Shi's displayed sensory abilities below.
"As expected of Kumogakure's outstanding genin! To have mastered sensory ninjutsu at such a young age is truly enviable!"
"Heh, that kid is quite handsome. You can tell at a glance that he's an extraordinary talent!"
Though they appeared to be chatting with the people beside them, seriously, why were they shouting so loudly on purpose?
Araki found their fawning expressions rather speechless.
He picked at his ear, intending to take the opportunity to build some rapport with Sasori of the Red Sands.
Yet the moment he raised his foot, Dodai beside him spoke first and stopped him.
"Lord Araki."
The still-young Dodai pointed at Shi below, who had already directed his teammates to find three answers, and smiled. "What do you think of our genin's performance?"
Araki paused, turning to glance at Dodai. He did not quite understand what