Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three short days had passed. Konoha welcomed the much-anticipated ninja exam.
On this day, all of Konoha was immersed in a festive atmosphere, bustling with excitement.
The streets were decorated with lanterns and colorful ornaments. People wore their finest clothes, their faces full of smiles, as though they were celebrating a grand festival.
Konoha had gone to such lengths to host this ninja exam because it clearly wanted to display its strength and prestige before the other ninja villages.
This was not only a test for the young ninja, but also an opportunity for Konoha to demonstrate its power to the outside world.
For the ninja from the smaller villages, this was undoubtedly a rare experience.
Many of them were visiting a major ninja village for the first time. Faced with such a grand occasion, they felt both excited and somewhat restrained.
The ninja from these smaller villages walked cautiously through Konoha's streets, afraid that one careless move might ruin the festival-like atmosphere of the exam.
However, Konoha's ninja displayed immense warmth and friendliness.
They volunteered as guides, leading the ninja from the smaller villages through every corner of Konoha while introducing its local customs, history, and culture.
Under the guidance of Konoha's ninja, the ninja from the smaller villages gradually relaxed and blended into the joyful atmosphere.
Yet beneath this seemingly harmonious scene, what undercurrents were truly stirring? Perhaps only Konoha's higher-ups knew.
Amid the laughter and cheer, a massive gray-white skeleton suddenly appeared like a ghost in the middle of a crowded street.
The ninja from the smaller villages generally kept to themselves and knew little about the outside world.
At that moment, they were dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of the enormous creature. Some even screamed in