Anko Mitarashi was very frustrated. As one of Konoha's special jonin—and one of the village's few female jonin—she had been living quite comfortably in Konoha, aside from that one person.
But recently, Big Sis Anko had been unhappy. The reason was that smug little brat. He was clearly only one year old, yet he was already a jonin. Just because he was Lord Hokage's disciple? Anko refused to accept it.
And he was even the chief examiner for these Chunin Exams, making him her direct superior!!!
Jonin Anko was extremely unhappy and displeased.
So, Jonin Anko decided to make an especially cool entrance—well, an entrance she considered especially cool—so that those rookies could admire her. That might make her feel a little better.
That was right. Anko had imagined both the process and the outcome to be utterly perfect.
But there was a saying that Big Sis Anko had probably never heard: ideals were full and plump, while reality was cruelly skinny.
What Anko faced now was that exceedingly, incredibly, utterly, especially skinny reality: a group of genin stood before her as though petrified, not saying a word and merely staring at her.
Anko felt extremely sad. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
Several black lines appeared across her forehead.
At that moment, Morino Ibiki delivered a devastating follow-up from beside her.
"Heh, no one's paying attention to you." Morino Ibiki's tone was very calm, but why did Anko feel as though this guy was completely mocking her? That expression, that slightly upturned corner of his mouth, that infuriating hint of a smile.
"Ah!!!" After roaring inwardly, Anko let out a long breath and forced herself to calm down.
She revealed a smile uglier than crying.
"Hmph! Mind your own business!" Although Anko wanted to look as if nothing