The news that Uchiha Shinichi-the Shinobi World's living legend, the pinnacle of combat power, and a living fossil among slackers-would personally oversee a ninja's Jonin examination was like dropping a Tailed Beast Bomb into a tranquil lake. The waves it stirred were enough to keep the entire Konoha High Command awake all night.
The Hokage Office.
Tsunade rubbed her temples, her head pounding. Besides the endless piles of paperwork on her desk, several jointly signed "letters of inquiry" from the village's Advisory Elder Council had appeared. Their wording was tactful, but their central message was simple: just what was that man of hers trying to pull?
The Jonin examination had always been a rigorous, fair, and transparent process within the village's system. It governed the selection and appointment of Konoha's core fighting force. How could anyone treat it like a game?
Meanwhile, the instigator of this uproar lay sprawled on the most comfortable sofa in the Hokage Office, reserved exclusively for him. Holding the latest edition of "Icha Icha Paradise: Special Edition," he read with relish, occasionally clicking his tongue in admiration, as though all the commotion outside had nothing to do with him.
"Uchiha Shinichi!" Tsunade finally lost her patience and slammed her palm onto the desk, making the documents jump. "What exactly are you trying to do? Turn the Jonin examination into a game of house between master and student? The entire council is practically beating down my door!"
"Playing house?" Shinichi did not even lift his eyelids. He leisurely turned a page and replied in a lazy drawl, "Tsunade, your thinking isn't nearly enlightened enough. This is called 'tailored instruction and personalized training,' a whole new exploration of elite education. That kid Minato is a genius, sure, but everything's gone too smoothly for him. Life hasn't beaten