A sandstorm raged across one of the surveillance screens.
But the strange mini sandstorm quickly subsided.
Anko stared intently at the screen, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Although surveillance in that area was quickly restored, her unease grew stronger.
That's the area where Sunagakure Gaara.
"That guy... he seems too dangerous."
Anko murmured to itself.
She turned her head and found that Kenya was still in that Ge You slouch position.
He finished the watermelon and was now holding a donut covered in chocolate sauce.
"Click."
I took a bite, and chocolate sauce got on my lips.
Kenya chewed while making indistinct comments.
"The Kusagakure ninjas on this screen aren't very good."
" His Hand Seals were as slow as an old man practicing Tai Chi, and his escape was so awkward, he practically tumbled and crawled."
"Terrible! If it were my men, I would have thrown them into the sea to feed the sharks."
Kenya pointed at the screen, gesturing like a demanding judge on a talent show.
The Konoha Anbu operating the equipment nearby were covered in black lines.
Brother, this is a life-or-death survival trial!
Those test takers are working incredibly hard, not putting on a circus act for you!
"And that Otogakure, yeah, the one with the broken speaker."
Kenya then pointed to another screen.
"Using sound waves to attack? That's such an outdated move. And look at his hunched posture, he has absolutely no air of a master."
"Someone like this dares to participate in the Chunin Ninja Exams?"
"If it were me, I could slap his speaker, head and all, straight into his chest."
Kenya became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and even took out a small notebook to score the candidates from various villages.
" Team 7 of Konoha, that blond brat Naruto, hmm, his resilience is not bad, I'll barely give him a passing grade."
"As for that Uchiha Clan kid..."
Kenya watched Sasuke struggling on the screen using the Great Fireball Technique.
"Tsk tsk, the pose is pretty cool, but the timing is a bit off."
"That fireball looks big, but it's not hot enough to cook a rice cracker."
Anko listened to Kenya's completely nonsensical comments.
I feel my blood pressure rising sharply.
She took several deep breaths before she could suppress the urge to pull out her Kunai and fight Kenya to the death.
" Senju Kenya- sama!"
Anko gritted her teeth and emphasized her words.
Please respect the seriousness of this exam!
"This forest is teeming with deadly poisons and traps; your life could be in danger at any moment!"
"Aren't you afraid of causing a death and then being unable to handle the situation?!"
Kenya finally looked away from the screen.
He picked up the iced soda next to him and gulped down a big mouthful.
He let out a satisfied sigh.
"Serious? Human life?"
Kenya shook his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
" Anko, have you been in the Anbu for too long? Has your brain become dull?"
"The profession of ninja inherently involves risking one's life."
"If they die in exercises of this level, they'll only be cannon fodder on the real battlefield."
Kenya stretched out his finger and tapped on the glass of the monitoring room.
"Look at them."
Some betrayed their companions for a single scroll.
Some wag their tails and beg for mercy just to survive.
"This is the most authentic Shinobi World."
All we can do is watch them struggle in this quagmire.
"Let's see who can transform into a true wolf, and who will become a pile of forgotten bones."
Although Kenya's words were cold, they revealed a cruel truth.
Anko opened her mouth, but found herself unable to refute.
In this world filled with killing and scheming.
So-called sympathy and pity are often the most deadly poison.
"Besides, aren't I watching?"
Kenya the subject, his tone becoming more relaxed.
He picked up a new donut.
"With me here, as long as there isn't a large-scale riot, what can a few Genin ninjas possibly do to cause trouble?"
"Relax, come on, have a soda."
Kenya generously pushed a glass of chilled soda with a small umbrella stuck in it in front of Anko.
"Don't always have a long face, it'll cause wrinkles."
"This exam is a rare treat to watch while eating!"
Anko looked at the glass of cold soda in front of her.
Then I glanced at Kenya's nonchalant expression.
Finally, she sighed helplessly and took a sip of her soda.
I must say, this chilled soda was really refreshing in the stuffy monitoring room.
Just as Anko began to relax her tense nerves a little...
"Captain Anko! Something's happened!"
One of the Anbu in charge of surveillance suddenly cried out, his voice filled with obvious fear.
"Some test takers... some test takers are using extremely cruel methods!"
This has seriously exceeded the scope of the exam rules!
Anko felt a chill and immediately put down the soda in her hand.
"Which area? Switch to the big screen!"
Kenya also stopped chewing and turned his head with great interest.
"Oh? Finally, some exciting scenes?"
Following a series of actions by the Anbu.
The huge central monitoring screen lit up instantly.
The scene depicts a dark, damp area filled with jagged rocks.
Three examinees from Amegakure were lying sprawled on the ground.
Their faces were filled with extreme fear and despair.
And in front of them.
Standing there was a boy with a huge gourd on his back and striking red hair.
Sunagakure, Gaara.
At this moment, Gaara exuded a chilling killing intent that sent shivers down one's spine.
He slowly raised one hand, his fingers slightly spread.
The sand on the ground seemed to come alive, churning and gathering wildly.
In an instant, it bound the hands and feet of one of the Amegakure examinees.
Suddenly, a screen lit up, Gaara crushing the hands and feet of an examinee with sand.