They were somehow getting worse and worse at this.
Uchiha Shingen shook his head helplessly.
He glanced at the proctor on the podium, discreetly activated his Sharingan, and copied every answer from Shiranui Genma's test paper exactly.
A few minutes later.
Uchiha Shingen looked over his completely filled-out paper, nodded in satisfaction, then stood up and walked to the proctor's desk to hand in his test more than an hour early.
Shisui and Kakashi were in much the same situation. Having gone through this process once already, they both knew the drill inside and out.
When Uchiha Shingen and the other two walked out of the classroom side by side, everyone who had been buried in thought raised their heads in unison.
"Wait, what..."
"Konoha's people can really pull that off?!"
"Were we fighting monsters like that on the battlefield?"
"No..."
"What's the point of learning this stuff anyway?!"
Whispers gradually spread through the room, mixed with plenty of complaints.
An Amegakure genin felt a surge of inexplicable anger, as though he had been treated unfairly.
"Those three are all Konoha genin. They probably knew the answers beforehand, didn't they?!"
"With questions like these, other than a leak, I really can't imagine genin from that village being able to answer them!"
"Forget genin—even if you got a Kage to do it, they might not be able to!"
"Isn't Konoha being a little too—"
Thud—!
A kunai grazed the Amegakure genin's cheek and landed on the desk of the person behind him.
It struck with a dull sound.
As blood trickled down his cheek, the Amegakure genin calmed down.
The resentment and indignation in his heart turned entirely into fear.
Because he had suddenly realized where he was—and whose territory he was standing on.
The classroom, which had begun to stir,