"My name is Chiba Lin Chuan. I like training alone, and I hate people interrupting my training." Lin Chuan introduced himself first, then looked at the two nobodies beside him.
"Who actually likes training? Quit showing off," Passerby A scoffed. He had always disliked Lin Chuan, who was forever skipping class. Still, he went on with his introduction. "My name is... I like ramen, and I hate people rushing me..."
"My name is... I like barbecue, and I hate not having enough of it." Passerby B remained cheerful, paying no mind to the friction between the other two. He even took a step back. In truth, the chubby boy was shrewd.
"Good. Now that the introductions are over, we'll move on to the test. Only those who get a bell can become my subordinates and qualify as Genin. Otherwise, you'll go back to the Ninja Academy to study again..."
Hayama Shirakumo took out two bells and hung them at his waist. He looked at the three without expression and continued, "There are only two bells. Even if you take both, one of you will still have to return to the academy..."
"Heh, first come, first served." Passerby A glanced at his teammates on either side from the corners of his eyes and chuckled under his breath. Kunai in hand, he was the first to charge forward, intent on taking a bell.
Idiot, Lin Chuan cursed inwardly. Lowering his eyes, he retreated into the woods instead of advancing. Their opponent was a Jonin. Taking a bell from him would hardly be that easy.
The remaining chubby boy, Passerby B, stood in the clearing without moving, torn over whom to follow.
Hayama Shirakumo took all of this in. Their performances were unremarkable, with the chubby boy showing the worst judgment.
"The bells