Meanwhile, at the Hokage's Office Building.
Quite a few shinobi had gathered here, with most of the jonin assembled in one place.
The Chunin Exams were one of the biggest events of the year and required them to receive many shinobi from outside the village.
During this time, they also had to remain vigilant against outside forces infiltrating the village. They had to be extremely cautious.
If any unrest broke out in Konoha, it would deal a devastating blow to Konoha's reputation.
The Daimyo would suspect Konoha of growing lax and reduce its funding.
"Should I go have some fun as a proctor?"
Jiraiya stroked his chin.
He was tall, with long, narrow red markings on his face. His white hair reached his waist, making him look as though he were draped in white hedgehog spines.
He wore a red outer robe and wooden clogs.
It seemed there were far more people coming this time than in the previous exams.
That meant he would get to see even more beautiful women and sneak... no, gather material.
This was for the great masterpiece in his heart, though it was still only in its infancy. He had not started writing it yet.
"Idiot."
Tsunade punched Jiraiya on the head.
Seeing that lecherous look on his face, she knew he had not been thinking of anything decent.
"That hurt, Tsunade."
Jiraiya immediately reined in the suggestive expression that had just appeared and covered the spot where he had been struck.
Tsunade's Chakra Enhanced Strength was formidable even in her normal state. Her punches hurt terribly.
The other jonin were accustomed to this sight and simply ignored Jiraiya.
Sarutobi's three disciples were all powerful, but unfortunately, two of them had personality problems.
One was frivolous all day long and had loved peeping since childhood.