On the other side, Konoha Ninja Academy.
Today is the day for the Ninja Academy"Experimental Class" to register.
The rent on the street in front of the Konoha Ninja Academy has increased by 30% in three days.
The word "school district housing" came from the mouth of a certain clerk at the Public Security Department, and then it was hung on the walls of all agencies overnight.
At six o'clock in the morning, the team at the registration office had already circled the playground twice.
"Stand back, stand back!" Iruka's voice became hoarse, and the registration book in his hand was ruffled, "A child can only register once!"
"Teacher, my child didn't have breakfast yesterday. Can he make up for it today?"
"No."
"Iruka-sensei." A Chunin squeezed forward, smiling so hard that his folds were piled together, and handed a paper bag out of his sleeve, "Bing Liang Pills, a new formula, the child's mother made them herself."
"Take it back."
"Well... our family and your master were in the same team."
"Take it back."
There were a few guys of unknown origin squatting on the side of the team, with scrolls at their feet.
"Real question! Science Experimental Class Real question! Three sets of three thousand taels! Guaranteed!"
"Didn't you sell two thousand yesterday?"
"Hyuga Clan No one came yesterday."
Hyuga Clan is here. Hyuga Hiashi personally delivers Hinata to the door, and also brings seven Branch Family children, lined up in a row, standing taller than Konoha Military Police Force Unit was still neat. Uchiha was even more ruthless. More than 120 school-age children were all present, each holding a handwritten note with "Intra-tribe Counseling Group·Third Edition" written on the cover.
Ya hugged Akamaru and squeezed into the crowd, her nose wrinkled badly. "Damn it, is this an exam or a war?"
"Shut up." Inuzuka Clan's mother slapped him on the head from behind, "If you fail the exam, don't even think about eating meat today."
"..."
Not everyone is lining up.
At the other end of the playground, a group of adult ninjas were leaning against the wall and watching the fun with their arms folded.
"Look, everyone is stunned." A burly man spit out the grass roots in his mouth. His name is Iwaki Gonzo, Jonin, Ninja Academy Shuriken, the instructor of the throwing class. He has taught students at Konoha for twelve years with his "Triple Throw".
"Iwaki-sensei, don't you repay your child?"
"It's bullshit." Iwaki Gonzo snorted, "My Iwaki family, Third people, depend on Shuriken for their livelihood. Shuriken's ability to throw accurately depends on practice, two thousand times a day, until his fingers bleed, and even if he throws it with his eyes closed, he knows where the wind is blowing. It's not about calculation."
"But Minister Chen that piece of iron..."
"Iron plates are iron plates, and people are people." Iwaki Gonzo puffed up his chest, "How can a piece of iron plate save Konoha? People fight in wars. I want to see if a group of kids who count all day long will dare to stab someone with Kunai in the future."
A small figure behind him moved half a step towards the team.
"Kazuma." Iwaki Gonzo didn't look back, "Where are you going."
"I... I'm not going anywhere."
Iwaki Kazuma is eight years old, thin, and ranked last among his peers. His fingers are wrapped with old tape. He is holding a registration form that has been softened by sweat.
Iwaki Gonzo pulled it over, looked at it twice, tore it into four pieces and threw it on the ground.
"Go home and throw it two thousand times."
Kazuma lowered his head and looked at the four pieces of paper on the ground.
"Dad, my Shuriken test is seventh in the class..."
"Seventh is also achieved through practice." Iwaki Gonzo dragged his son out of the door, making a loud noise that was heard by half of the playground, "Don't follow those evil people. If you dare to enter that class, I will break your legs."
There were a few laughs among the onlookers, but some didn't.
Iruka raised his head at the registration desk and looked at the father and son for a long time. He said nothing but left a blank line on the last page of the registration book.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the bell rang.
The examination rooms are located in the two largest classrooms at the Ninja Academy, plus Training Ground Three outside.
There were three people sitting at the examination table: Yamato, Shizune, and a middle-aged man wearing a white robe and round glasses.
"Dear students," Amado's voice was very soft, "One hour for the written test and one hour for the practical exercise. No talking to each other or using Chakra is allowed in the written test."
"Chakra is not allowed?" Ya was dumbfounded, "What should I use?"
"Brain."
Thirty seconds after the test papers were handed out, gasps could be heard in the classroom.
[Question 1] A ninja stood on a branch ten meters high and threw Kunai vertically downward; another ninja stood under the tree and raised his arms horizontally to throw Kunai. Both Kunai were released at the same time. Who landed first? Tell me your reason.
[Question 2] When Great Fireball hits Water Formation Wall, a large amount of white mist will appear. Is this white mist fire or water? Where did the original "fire" go?
[Question 3] You released a large fireball in a completely sealed stone chamber. The fireball did not touch anyone and extinguished itself after three minutes. Why?
[Extra points question (not included in the total score)] Suppose you have a machine that can turn all Chakra into "light". Please write or draw three uses you can think of. There is no limit to the answer, the more outrageous the better.
"..."
"... Teacher." Sakura Haruno raised his hand, his face turned pale, "Isn't this question over the top? I've memorized all of "Chakra Refinement and Control"!"
"Classmate, there is not a single question here that needs to be memorized." Amado pushed up his glasses.
"Then what's the test?"
"Test whether you have thought about it."
Sakura Haruno The tip of the pen made a hole in the paper. She was the first in the cultural class in the whole grade, and it was the first time she encountered a paper that said "there is no standard answer to memorize".
Two rows away, Ino Yamanaka was biting the penholder and didn't write a single word on the paper. Choji was sweating as he clutched the bag of potato chips.
Only Shikamaru Nara lay down on the table and yawned, wrote two lines casually, turned it over and started to sleep.
The back row is more lively.
Naruto Uzumaki jumped up when he saw the first question, "I know this!"
"Sit down!"
"Let's land together!" Naruto was pushed back to the chair by Iruka, still yelling in a low voice, "Throw it down first! No..." He stopped, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he drew an arc on the table with his hand.
He drew that arc thousands of times on the luminous blackboard.
"The one thrown to the side is also falling! It's falling just as fast as if it were falling straight down! It's just that it's still running forward at the same time!"
Iruka was stunned.
Sasuke Uchiha said nothing. He finished writing the answer to the first question, and drew a dotted parabola with the pen tip and marked it with an arrow. He thought about the second question for half a minute and wrote, "Fire burns water into invisible water, and white mist is how it changes back." He paused for a long time on the third question, and finally wrote: Fire wants to "eat" food, and it has eaten up everything in the stone chamber.
After he finished writing, he raised his head and saw Naruto grinning and biting his pen. The words on the test paper were crooked, and he also drew a ridiculously ugly villain.
"Idiot, what are you drawing?"
"Shut up! I'm counting!"