Fishnets Are Justice

Son Goten was just about to hoist Hinata onto his shoulder and head outside.

Crash!

The glass window on the right suddenly shattered, sending shards flying.

A figure swept in with a huge cloth banner. Two kunai embedded themselves in the ceiling, and the figure swung from them, coming to a steady stop above the podium.

The huge banner unfurled, blocking Ibiki's darkened face.

Several large words were written across it: Second exam proctor, Mitaraishi Anko, reporting for duty!

"Now's not the time to celebrate!"

The figure hanging in midair shouted.

"I'm Mitaraishi Anko, the proctor for the second exam. Follow me!"

Every candidate in the examination room stared, dumbstruck.

This entrance was far too over-the-top, even more ridiculous than that guy in the green bodysuit earlier.

Ibiki poked his head out from behind the banner, looking exasperated.

"You're getting way too carried away."

"Cut the chatter. Now this is more like it!"

Anko grinned without a care, her body still swaying in midair.

She wore her signature tan trench coat over a black fishnet bodysuit that could set countless men's blood racing. The outfit perfectly outlined her sizzling curves.

Especially when viewed from below.

Son Goten happened to be sitting right in the middle of the front row.

He had still been patting Hinata's face, but when he looked up at the commotion, he froze.

This angle.

This position.

The hem of her trench coat lifted with her movements, giving him an unobstructed view of the full contours wrapped in her fishnet bodysuit.

Nothing blocked his view.

Son Goten felt as though all the takoyaki he had just eaten had turned into heat and rushed straight to his head.

He let go of Hinata, forgetting that she was still sliding down.

Son Goten thrust his right hand high, giving a thumbs-up as his eyes shone.

"Anko!"

He called out, his voice loud and clear.

"Perfect marks for this angle! Five stars!"

"Next time, please make sure you don't wear the trench coat. It's an insult to art!"

Naruto, who had just been about to stand, slipped and fell back into his chair.

Sasuke covered his face, unwilling to admit he knew this guy.

Even Gaara, who had been acting cool just moments before, felt a muscle twitch at the corner of his eye.

Did this brat have a death wish?

Anko froze for a moment where she hung above them.

She looked down, meeting those clear eyes with their completely undisguised lecherous gaze.

The brat Goku was staring at her chest nonstop, wearing the expression of an art connoisseur.

"It's you, you little pervert!"

Anko's eyebrows shot up, and a blush spread across her cheeks, but she remembered that she was a proctor now. She had to show some authority!

"Where do you think you're looking?!"

With a flick of her wrist, a kunai flew from her hand.

The attack carried no killing intent, but it had enough force to scare an ordinary person into wetting themselves.

"Oh, come on! Trying to murder your own husband?"

Grinning, Son Goten tilted his head to one side.

The kunai skimmed past the tip of his nose and buried itself deep in his desk, its end still humming and trembling.

"Now that's a warm welcome."

Son Goten pulled out the kunai and twirled it around a finger.

"But the material's nothing special. It's not even as heavy as the noodle strainer back home."

Anko released the rope and landed lightly.

She strode up to Son Goten and looked down at the brat, who was barely taller than the desk.

"Goten, we haven't been apart that long, and you're already getting cheekier!"

Anko raised her hand, ready to rap him on the head.

"You were enjoying the view just now, weren't you?"

Son Goten did not dodge.

He reached up and caught her with a reverse grip.

Her wrist was caught with perfect accuracy.

Anko felt her wrist tighten, and no matter how much strength she used, she could not move it an inch farther.

How had she not noticed how strong this brat was that day?

Before she could finish being surprised, Son Goten brought his other hand over the back of hers.

His thumb even gently stroked her delicate skin twice.

"Feels nice."

Son Goten narrowed his eyes, looking utterly blissful.

"You've got a few calluses from holding kunai all year round, but those are a ninja's medals of honor."

"Is your hand cream cherry blossom scented, ma'am? I like it."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief.

This was openly flirting with the proctor!

And Mitaraishi Anko, the woman known as the "crazy bitch," at that!

Naruto's mouth stretched as wide as it could go, his eyes practically popping out.

Was this the level the boss operated on?

He had just been calling Hinata his wife, and now he was holding the proctor's hand and copping a feel?

Anko felt a tingling sensation across the back of her hand.

This brat's hands were scorching hot.

And although his gaze was lecherous, it held an aggressiveness that could not be ignored.

"You..."

Anko was about to lose her temper, only to find that she could not immediately pull her hand away.

"Ahem!"

Ibiki coughed heavily from behind the banner.

"Anko, remember your image as a proctor."

"This is an official examination, not a date."

Anko came to her senses and yanked her hand free.

She stepped back, adjusted her collar, and tried hard to put on a stern expression.

But her reddened ears betrayed her feelings at that moment.

"Hmph. I'll let you off this time."

Anko shot Son Goten a fierce glare.

"If you dare fall behind in the second exam, I'll hang you from a tree and spank you!"

Son Goten toyed with the kunai and shrugged.

"As long as you're up in the tree too, ma'am, I don't mind."

"Smooth-talking brat!"

Anko turned away, not daring to look into those eyes again.

Mostly, Goten's grip just now had left her somewhat alarmed.

That kind of strength and speed was not something an ordinary genin possessed.

"Everyone, listen up!"

Anko shouted, trying to cover up the earlier awkwardness.

"The second exam will take place at Training Ground 44, also known as the Forest of Death!"

"You have ten minutes to assemble there. Anyone who's late is automatically eliminated!"

With that, as though she could not bear to stay another moment, she flashed away and leaped straight out of the broken window.

Only a faint, sweet fragrance lingered in the air.

Only then did the candidates in the classroom snap out of it, getting up and rushing outside.

Son Goten leisurely hoisted Hinata back onto his shoulder.

"Boss, you're amazing!"

Naruto came over, his face full of admiration.

"That proctor was so scary, and you actually dared to touch her hand!"

Son Goten looked in the direction Anko had disappeared and licked his lips.

"Naruto, you don't understand."

He patted Naruto's shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Girls like Sakura are cute, but they're like unripe green apples. Way too sour."

"A mature older woman like her is a premium honey peach. Take one bite, and it's all juice."

"That's what you call allure. Watch and learn."

Naruto nodded with only a vague understanding. He had no idea what honey peaches had to do with women, but it sounded impressive.

"Let's go."

Son Goten shifted Hinata's weight on his shoulder.

"Let's check out that Forest of Death or whatever. Hopefully there'll be something edible."

"If there's nothing but bark and roots, I'll just eat that Anko-sensei or whatever."