We're Very Professional (Seeking Collection, Recommendations, Monthly Votes)

As soon as he entered the exam hall.

He saw that quite a few people had already gathered inside. A rough count put the number at over a hundred, half of whom were Konoha Ninja, while the other half were ninja from other villages.

Mist Ninja, Kumo-nin, Suna-nin, Grass Ninja, Rain Ninja, Hot Water Ninja, Takigakure Ninja, and so on.

He only glanced over the Konoha Ninja, focusing mainly on the Mist Ninja, Kumo-nin, and Suna-nin.

While he observed the exam hall, these examinees were also observing the Examiner.

But when the Konoha ninja saw Qifeng, many showed surprised expressions.

Among them were ninja from the same cohort as Qifeng, or even earlier ones. Even if they weren't familiar with him, they had crossed paths a few times.

Seeing him appear here as an Examiner left them more or less taken aback.

But it didn't affect the progress of the exam.

Nara Chuichi said a few brief words and then handed out the test papers.

Qifeng had seen this test paper before. Overall, it was very difficult!

Even Konoha, which valued cultural education, might not be able to answer all the questions, let alone ninja from other villages.

So, the content of the exam was simple. It seemed like they were taking a test, but in reality, it was testing their subtle cheating abilities—an assessment of detail.

The test papers were quickly distributed.

Nara Chuichi gave Qifeng and the other two a look, then left the exam hall.

Yamanaka Akikaze and Akimichi Chouba, because of the earlier cigarettes, voluntarily yielded the chief proctor position to Qifeng, letting him sit at the front to oversee the exam.

To this, Qifeng could only express his helplessness.

Shua shua shua—

After receiving the test papers, the exam hall filled with the sounds of frantic writing.

Everything seemed calm on the surface.

The examinees were only slightly surprised by Qifeng's identity; it didn't affect their participation in the exam.

Nara Chuichi sat in the monitoring room, legs crossed, observing the situation in the exam hall.

As the chief proctor for the first part of the Chunin Exams—the written test—he was the most relaxed.

Soon, the examinees who had reviewed the questions realized the test was extremely difficult and began using their respective abilities to cheat.

"Tch, the quality of this batch of examinees isn't bad."

Nara Chuichi remarked.

Sitting in the monitoring room, he had already spotted some not-so-obvious cheating moves.

As an experienced old proctor, he was used to these little tricks. As long as they didn't go too far, he wouldn't call them out.

But just because he didn't say anything didn't mean no one knew.

Qifeng, seated at the head, wore a stern expression.

"Number Seventy-Eight, first warning! Withdraw your Sand Eye!"

"Number Eighty-Six, first warning! Take back your Slanted Eye!"

"Number Thirty-Two, first warning! Hand over your cheat sheet! Actually, just hand over your underwear."

"Number Sixteen, first warning! Do you think I can't see you wrapping your foot around the guy in front of you? In public!"

"..."

Qifeng began to "unleash his might."

As a "repeat offender" in his past life, he was all too familiar with these examinees' little tricks. Although the ninja methods and techniques differed, the subtle movements and tendencies were the same.

He called them out one by one, as if passing on the "ordeals" he had once suffered to these examinees.

Almost no one's actions in the room could escape his eyes.

Even moves that Nara Chuichi hadn't noticed, he caught.

Less than ten minutes into the exam.

"Number Eighty-Six! Disqualified!"

"..."

In an instant, the exam hall became tense. Everyone dared not make a move, afraid of being caught.

But if they didn't cheat, they couldn't finish the test. How would they pass?

"This..."

Nara Chuichi's eyes widened in the monitoring room. In his view, Qifeng had transformed into the strictest Examiner. The issues Yamanaka Akikaze and Akimichi Chouba pointed out didn't even amount to a fifth of what Qifeng had caught.

Was this the rhythm of eliminating everyone in the first part of the Chunin Exams?

"Is Qifeng trying to kill the exam?" Nara Chuichi murmured.

He was starting to get restless.

If this keeps up, there probably won't be more than a handful of people left for the second round.

What's the point of even testing anymore?

One by one, the dejected examinees were escorted out of the exam hall.

The examiners outside, who had initially thought they'd just be twiddling their thumbs, suddenly found themselves unusually busy.

They could barely keep up with escorting the examinees leaving the hall.

In just twenty minutes, Qifeng had "successfully" sent twenty examinees packing.

It wasn't just the Mist Ninja from other villages—even Konoha's own weren't spared.

Did this guy have a Sharingan or a Byakugan?

The examinees fumed inwardly but couldn't shout it out loud.

After all, cheating was only a subtle hint; it didn't mean they could do it openly.

As more and more examinees trudged out in defeat, Nara Chuichi finally couldn't sit still.

"Number Sixteen, disqualified!"

Qifeng's cold voice rang out again.

At that moment, he had only one feeling.

Proctoring—awesome!

Damn awesome!

But as luck would have it, Number Sixteen was the Mist Ninja he'd run into in the alley last night.

Qifeng held no personal grudge.

Definitely not.

He'd just paid a "little" extra attention to those Mist Ninja.

But this hot-tempered Mist Ninja didn't see it that way. He thought Qifeng was targeting him.

Even if his gut feeling was right.

When others cheated, they were caught just as their actions were about to finish, but not him—the moment he made a move, Qifeng spotted him instantly.

He felt Qifeng's malice deeply.

So.

"I object! You're targeting me! Targeting us Mist Ninja!"

The Mist Ninja didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stood in front of Qifeng, face twisted with resentment.

Qifeng's expression didn't change as he stared back.

"Examinee, we proctor professionally. We don't target anyone."

Unless he couldn't help it.

He wasn't a saint—why wouldn't he take the chance to target them?

He clearly remembered this guy calling him "small fry" yesterday.

In combat, he'd been timid; in proctoring, he struck hard!

If he could earn a Special Jonin rank just by his proctoring skills, that wouldn't be half bad.

Seeing Qifeng's unruffled demeanor, the Mist Ninja clenched his fists and ground his teeth.

The more he held back, the angrier he got; the more he backed down, the more he felt he'd lost.

Yesterday's incident, plus today's—old grudges and new hatreds combined. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Die!"

In his eyes, Qifeng might be an examiner and a Chunin, but at his age, he couldn't be that strong. Besides, he'd never even heard of some nobody from Konoha.

He wasn't stupid—he knew he couldn't kill anyone in Konoha—but he had to teach Qifeng a lesson, show him what Mist Ninja were made of.

He drew a short blade, closing the short distance in two or three strides, and the anger-fueled attack came crashing down like thunder.

Inside the exam hall, Yamanaka Akikaze and Akimichi Chouba's faces changed.

This was a shocking case of an examinee attacking an examiner!

At the very least, it was contempt for Konoha's rules; at worst, it was a statement about Kirigakure's attitude toward Konoha.

But the hall was large, and the two were standing in a corner at the back—too far to help in time.

In the monitoring room, Nara Chuichi had just stood up when he saw this, his expression grim.

At that moment, the examiners outside were all busy escorting examinees, leaving almost no one on standby.

It all came down to Qifeng's personal skill.

But as for Qifeng's strength, they really didn't know.

In fact, before this, many hadn't even heard his name or seen his face.

Some examinees watched the scene with interest, including Kisame Hoshigaki, along with several Kumo-nin and the stronger Suna-nin. They were curious how Qifeng would respond.

Qifeng's expression remained unchanged, a flicker passing through his eyes.

For a split second, he weighed the choice between dodging and counterattacking. Dodging, of course, suited his nature.

But as an Examiner, dodging would weaken his authority, inevitably inviting the examinees' contempt, undermining his ability to oversee the exam, and worse—disgracing Konoha's honor.

Konoha's honor could not be compromised!

His forehead protector flared again.

He made his choice in an instant.

Wind stirred beneath his feet as he charged straight at the Mist Ninja's short blade, deflecting the strike with a punch, then pivoting to drive a powerful, momentum-fueled kick into the man's chest.

A sharp sound rang out.

Crack! Crack!

The crisp snap of breaking bones.

The Mist Ninja had come fast, but he went back even faster, slamming hard into the exam hall's wall.

His face was a mask of disbelief as he slowly slid down, blood gushing uncontrollably from his mouth.

Qifeng walked over to him at a leisurely pace, looking down from above, and said flatly, "We're professionals. We don't target anyone."

Pfft—

Whether from injury or rage, the Mist Ninja's eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Qifeng's sharp gaze swept across the room. No one dared meet his eyes.

"The exam continues!"

Most weren't surprised by the outcome. A Chunin kicking a Genin—what was so unusual about that?

Cowed by Qifeng's "tyranny," they buried their heads in their papers.