"Your little mind games are way too childish."
The moment Sen finished speaking, Ibiki's expression darkened.
Did this brat really think Lord Third's special approval let him do whatever he wanted in the exam room?
"Examiner Senju." Ibiki's voice was cold, with a note of warning.
"This is a testing room for the Chunin Ninja Exams. Rein in that arrogance and stop interfering with the candidates."
Sen rolled his eyes and said nothing.
He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the lectern, seemingly spacing out from boredom.
But in reality...
Chakra from the Divine Tree Origin was already circulating silently inside him.
Wood Release: Root-Link Technique.
Sen recited the name in his mind. This was a fine-control Wood Release technique he had grasped after reaching Lv24.
Unlike those large-scale, sweeping offensive jutsu...
This technique was extremely subtle and exceptionally precise.
Crack.
An incredibly faint sound came from a gap in the wooden floor beneath Sen's feet.
Then...
Countless wooden rootlets, ten times thinner than a strand of hair and impossible to see with the naked eye...
Silently emerged from beneath the ground as though they had come alive.
Hugging the floor, they rapidly spread outward like an invisible net.
One meter, ten meters, twenty meters...
In the blink of an eye...
Those tiny rootlets had covered all of Room 301!
They were like nerve endings extending from the Divine Tree.
Silently, they climbed onto the ankles of every candidate in the room.
Even the Chunin proctors concealed in the shadows were not spared.
"Hss..."
Sasuke, who was writing furiously, suddenly felt an extremely faint tingling around his ankle.
It felt like a tiny insect had crawled over it.
He instinctively shifted his foot but found nothing unusual.
And it was not just Sasuke.
Neji, Gaara, the Sound