"All right, you lot, leave as soon as you can. Don't stay here and interfere with the others' answers." Asuma took a drag of his cigarette, smoke rings drifting lazily from the corner of his mouth. He waved them away with casual indifference.
"Yes." Kurotsuchi, Chojuro, and Kabuto Yakushi answered in unison, a response that carried a certain significance.
Without the slightest hesitation, the three turned and left, their steps light as though a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from their shoulders.
Their hems brushed the edges of the chairs, stirring a faint breeze. None of them looked back—
No one could say whether they had exchanged a glance or a gesture as they passed one another.
Or perhaps words had never been necessary.
Those successive announcements of "passed" were the loudest signal of all. Heh, who knew?
"Whatever. Let them spread the word... the more they spread it, the more fun this gets..."
Qingwu didn't care in the slightest anyway.
"Tsk, tsk~ This is only the beginning. The further we get, the more interesting it becomes. There are still too many spots for anyone to feel the pressure."
"I really want to see you all so anxious you can't stop fidgeting, scratching yourselves, and tearing your hair out."
Kakashi and Asuma looked equally amused.
It really was interesting.
Yep. Fun to watch.
"Aaaargh~ What the hell?!"
Stifled groans erupted among the remaining candidates. Some grabbed their hair in frustration, while others stared fixedly at the questions, their fingers unconsciously picking at the edges of their desks.
"We really don't mind them interfering with the exam..."
Their silent cries nearly burst from their throats: Don't make them leave! Let them stay another second so we can at least look at their papers!
Even just having them here would help.
Then.