As the medical team scrambled to carry Rock Lee away, the long, violence-filled preliminary matches finally came to an end.
The electronic screen flickered a few times, then went completely dark.
Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi stood on the raised platform.
The old man's gaze lingered on Son Goten for an especially long time, his eyes complex, exasperation mingled with anticipation, as though he were looking at a nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment.
"Ahem." The Third Hokage cleared his throat.
"The preliminary matches are over. Those of you who remain are the future of Konoha, and indeed of the Shinobi World."
"However, the real test begins now."
"To let the daimyo and nobles of each nation see the most exciting battles, and to give you time to recover and improve, the official selection matches will be held in one month."
The examinees below reacted in different ways.
Some breathed sighs of relief, while others clenched their fists. Clearly, they all understood the importance of this month.
It would be a battle of intelligence, as well as a period of special training.
"Next, we will draw lots for the final-round matchups."
Anko walked over carrying a box only half the size of her chest.
"Line up, line up. Don't shove. It doesn't matter who goes first."
Son Goten yawned, slowly got up from Karin's lap, and ambled over to the box, casually reaching inside.
He unfolded the slip and saw a large word: "Bye."
"What's this supposed to mean?"
Son Goten scratched his head and held the slip out to Anko.
"Anko, did I win a prize? Can I trade it for Ichiraku Ramen?"
Anko took the slip, raised an eyebrow, then announced loudly.
"Son Goten gets a first-round bye!"
"Because of the number of contestants, and taking certain