Why Aren't You Smiling Now

Looking at Nara Tsukimi standing alone in the arena, the thirteen Genin wore unmasked sneers on their faces; in their eyes, the outcome of this battle was already doomed.

Thirteen against one, there was zero possibility of a comeback!

"I don't know whether to call you arrogant or stupid! Under these circumstances, you actually dared to send all your teammates away!"

"Fighting the thirteen of us alone? I'd like to see what you're going to win with!"

"The so-called number one genius of Konoha now doesn't look like much after all!"

The overall quality of the examinees in this batch was indeed quite good, and their combat proficiency showed not the slightest slack; even as insults poured from their mouths, their hands hesitated not a bit.

The thirteen divided their labor clearly, either charging forward with ninja tools in hand for close combat, or forming hand seals with chakra surging within them, ready to unleash ninjutsu at any moment.

Looking at these fools blinded by greed, Tsukimi gently shook his head, having no desire to amuse them any longer.

Just as ordinary ninja could never imagine the terrifying power of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha, these Genin of the Five Great Nations likewise could not comprehend Tsukimi's strength.

My man's absolute favorite thing was team-fighting!

"You're too noisy."

With a soft whisper, Tsukimi formed hand seals, and with him at the center, the surrounding shadows began to churn incessantly, instantly spreading throughout the entire forest.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The next instant, dense figures rose from the shadows, either standing on the ground, standing in the trees, or guarding in front of Tsukimi, surrounding the thirteen elite Genin before them in a tight circle.

These manifested creations were pitch-black as ink, stood nearly two meters tall, and leaned slightly forward into