Inside the spacious and brightly lit examination room.
Hundreds of candidates sat upright, the atmosphere so oppressive it seemed to freeze.
Ibiki Morino stood on the podium, his scarred face sweeping over the students below as he coldly read out the rules for the first exam.
Points deduction system, immediate elimination for cheating, and even the expulsion of the entire team.
The harsh rules made many candidates with poor mental fortitude break out in a cold sweat.
However.
Beside Ibiki.
But there was an extremely incongruous, luxurious executive chair made of Black Iron Wood.
Kenya, dressed in that flashy gold suit, crossed his legs and sank comfortably into the chair.
Holding a glass of chilled fruit juice, a specialty of the Land of Waves, he sipped it while eyeing the examinees below with the look of someone watching a monkey show.
That leisurely and carefree demeanor.
This completely ruined the atmosphere of what should have been a very serious exam.
"Alright, the exam officially begins!"
Ibiki gave the order.
The examination room was immediately filled with the rustling sound of papers being turned.
When you see those ridiculously difficult questions on the exam paper, questions that are simply Genin ability to answer.
Everyone understood the true purpose of this exam—to test intelligence gathering skills, which meant: cheating.
soon.
Inside the examination hall, a scene of "the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their unique abilities" began to unfold.
Byakugan, Sharingan, Sand Eye, Insect, Mirror...
Various covert Ninjutsu and subtle tricks emerged one after another, attempting to steal the answers right under the proctor's nose.
Ibiki and the proctors on either side watched coldly, occasionally jotting down notes in their notebooks about those fools whose cheating methods were too clumsy.
Just then...
A candidate from Amegakure sitting in the back row of the classroom curled up a smug, cold smile.
He quietly flicked a specially made steel wire, extremely thin and almost invisible to the naked eye, from his sleeve.
This steel wire is connected to a small reflector.
Under the control of Chakra, the steel wire moved silently along the ceiling like a transparent snake.
It hovered precisely above the exam paper of a top student from Konoha who was sitting in the front row.
"Hehe, this time a perfect score is guaranteed."
The examinee, Amegakure, was secretly delighted and prepared to copy the answers using the mirror.
However.
He hadn't even had a chance to read the first word on the exam paper.
"Smack!"
A crisp, loud bang suddenly exploded above his head!
The examinee Amegakure, felt a sharp pain in his forehead and saw stars.
That special steel wire, infused with his Chakra, was said to be unbreakable by swords and blades.
It was smashed into eight pieces by an immense force!
The reflector was also shattered on the ground.
"Who?!"
The examinee from Amegakure covered his swollen forehead and angrily raised his head.
Kenya had already left his office chair at some point.
He was standing next to his desk, holding the pointer he had carved from Black Iron Wood.
The tip of the pointer was emanating a faint, domineering black Haki.
"Kid, you can cheat if you want, but why are you hanging this stupid wire around on the ceiling? It's disturbing my sleep, you know?"
Kenmi tapped the Amegakure examinee's desk with his pointer, his tone dripping with morning grumpiness.
Everyone present was stunned.
Even Ibiki frowned slightly.
According to the rules, although invigilators can catch cheating, they usually just write down the name and eliminate the student immediately.
Who walks up to someone and hits them on the head with a pointer like that?
This is blatant exam bullying!
That examinee from the Amegakure was clearly a troublemaker, used to running rampant and bullying people in the village.
He was struck on the head in public, and immediately became furious.
He suddenly stood up, pointed at Kenya, and began to curse:
Who do you think you are! What right do you have to hit me?
"The rules only say that cheating will result in point deductions, but which rule allows you to Teuchi?!"
"This is against the rules! I'm going to protest to the examiner!"
The Amegakure examinee, relying on Ibiki's presence, felt that this money-grubbing merchant wouldn't dare to do anything to him, and shouted very loudly.
The examination room fell silent instantly.
All eyes were on Kenya, eager to see how he would handle the situation.
Faced with the questions and shouts of the candidates from Amegakure.
Kenya wasn't angry.
Instead, he laughed, revealing two rows of white teeth.
"Rule?"
Kenya countered with a question, casually tossing the pointer aside.
Then, he stretched out a hand.
That right hand, gleaming with an ebony sheen, gently rested on the specially made pure iron desk in front of the Amegakure examinee.
This desk was specially made to prevent some strong students from throwing a tantrum.
Its sturdiness is comparable to that of a riot shield.
Just when everyone was wondering what Kenya was going to do.
"Click--Squeak--"
A sickening metallic creak suddenly broke the silence of the examination room!
Under the horrified gaze of hundreds of eyes.
That desk made entirely of iron.
It was like a piece of soft clay.
It was squeezed out of shape by Kenya's single hand, which was adorned with a gold ring!
The hard iron plate was as fragile as paper between his five fingers, and he squeezed it into a twisted ball of scrap iron!
"Clang!"
Kenya casually tossed the lump of scrap metal at the feet of the Amegakure examinee.
The entire examination room was deathly silent.
Even Gaara, who had just been secretly Hand Seals in preparation for cheating, froze in his tracks, a hint of extreme apprehension flashing in his eyes.
Is this... is this still human power?!
He crushed a pure iron desk with one hand, without even using Chakra!
Such terrifying, monstrous strength, if it were to be placed on a person's head...
The Amegakure examinee who had just been shouting that he wanted to protest.
At this moment, he was so frightened that his legs went weak and his face turned ashen.
He stared at the pile of scrap metal at his feet, making a gurgling sound in his throat, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Kid."
Kenya patted the rust off his hands.
He leaned down slightly, looking down at the Amegakure examinee, his smile becoming incredibly violent.
Didn't I just say that?
"In my examination room."
Kenya raised his right hand, the one that had just crushed the iron table, and clenched it into a fist the size of a sandbag.
"My fist is the rule!"
This is an Haki and unreasonable declaration.
It was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of every test taker.
Arrogant!
That's outrageous!
This is blatantly disregarding the rules of the Chunin Ninja Exams!
But precisely, faced with such absolute overwhelming power...
No one dared to utter a single word of rebuttal.
Even Ibiki Morino on the podium could only cough helplessly twice, pretending not to see it.
After all, he is not only the legendary orphan of Senju, but also the biggest sponsor who contributed 200 million taels of silver in sponsorship fees.
As long as he doesn't dismantle the exam hall, he can do whatever he wants.
Under Kenya's "friendly" gaze.
The examinee from the Amegakure collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way beneath him.
Then he scrambled out of the exam room, not even needing Ibiki to read the elimination statement.
All the candidates instantly became incredibly well-behaved.
Those who were originally planning to use fancy cheating methods all obediently stopped what they were doing.
Each student lowered their head, staring intently at the exam paper, barely daring to breathe.
They were terrified that even the slightest movement they made would attract the "physical attention" of that "specially invited emperor of exam discipline supervision."
Kenya looked at the group of obedient "little lambs" with satisfaction.
This is the kind of discipline that should exist in an examination room.
He clapped his hands and walked back to the podium.
He sank into the soft executive chair.
He picked up his juice, took a sip, and then turned his head away.
My gaze traveled through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the examination room.
I looked out at the vast, lush forest in the distance, a forest brimming with an aura of danger.
The Forest of Death.