"So, the test officially begins!"
Isamu took out a notebook and a pen from nowhere and said in an excited tone, "Iruka, you go first and choose your opponent!"
Iruka walked out of the crowd and looked around, and his eyes finally fell on Red Bean.
"Red Bean, nice to meet you!"
"Humph."
Red Bean snorted proudly, squeezed through the crowd and walked to the edge of the training ground, took a bag of unsharpened kunai and tied it to her leg, and said casually, "Iruka, you idiot will regret it."
"Kunai, although shurikens are unsharpened, you can't attack the vital parts of your classmates. Iruka, Red Bean, and the others, do you understand?"
"Yes!"
Everyone responded, and then Red Bean took the lead.
She took out two kunai from the ninja bag on her leg and threw them at Iruka.
The kunai turned into a shadow in the air and shot at Iruka's left and right hands.
Iruka bent down slightly and held the kunai in his right hand, and with a 'Scram' sound, he caught one of the kunai in his crotch, and the other one could only be caught with his body.
Fortunately, the kunai were not sharpened, although it hurt, there was no bleeding.
"Again!" Iruka gritted his teeth and rushed to Red Bean.
Red Bean's face was tense, while quickly retreating to keep a distance from Iruka, she took out kunai from the ninja bag and threw it at Iruka. In just ten seconds, Red Bean threw out more than half of the bag of kunai. As for Iruka, he was already bruised and swollen!
"That's it, Iruka, you are very good, but the winner of this test is Red Bean."
Isamu regretfully stopped Iruka's action and said, "Let's make the seal of reconciliation."
"Humph, humph, humph, humph, humph …"
Red Bean happily hummed a song, walked to Iruka, made the seal of reconciliation with him, and said, "Iruka, are you angry with me?"
Iruka shook his head, "Of course not, but it really hurts."
"Sorry, sorry, next time I will be gentle, hehe."
"There won't be a next time. I'll definitely defeat you next time!" Iruka said seriously.
At the same time, Isamu Kajima quickly recorded the performance of Red Bean and Iruka in his notebook. Then, he picked another player.
"Ito Ji, you come!"
"Yes!"
Ito Ji was a little fatty. He took a kunai and walked to the training ground. Then, he turned to look at the crowd. At this time, the originally silent crowd gradually became restless!
Most of the people in the class looked at Ito Erpang with shining eyes. Their eager look was like a man who met his first love.
"Second Brother, pick me!"
"Chef Ito, pick me, pick me!"
"I, I, I'm the weakest. Choose me!"
Everyone couldn't wait to raise their hands. They wanted to fight with Itoh Er Pang!
So enthusiastic?
Could this little fatty be the prettiest kid in our class?
Cold Wind's eyes lit up.
At the same time, Kamizuki Izumo came to Cold Wind's side and said, "Cold Wind, I think you should go."
Steel And Iron, who was always inseparable from him, was also there, "Cold Wind, this is your only chance!"
Chance …?
Sure enough, it was just as he thought. Ito Erpang, who dreamed of being a chef, was at the bottom of class 8. Whoever went up would win!
Cold Wind was overjoyed. With his' excellence ', he should be able to stand out from the crowd and be noticed by Ito Erpang. So, he quickly squeezed through the crowd and walked to the front, calmly looking at Ito Erpang.
As if he felt Cold Wind's gaze, Ito Ji's eyes fell on Cold Wind. His eyes lit up, and he pointed with his index finger, "I choose him, I choose Cold Wind!"
Wait!
Han Feng frowned. 'What's with this excitement?!'
Cold Wind turned around and saw Kamizuki Izumo, Steel And Iron, as well as Red Bean and Iruka, who had just come down from the stage, looking at him expectantly. They were shouting, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, you can definitely beat him."
Cold Wind was a little confused.
Wasn't this Erpang the bottom of the class?
Or could it be that he was more seriously hung up than him?
Damn it!
Cold Wind quickly searched in his mind, and soon, he found the fatty's memory.
Ito Ji, 7 years old, dreamed of being a chef. His grades were very stable in class 8, and he had never been third from the bottom.
His grades were as stable as Cold Wind's.
'So that's how it is. Itoh Erpang is the biggest stumbling block on my path to becoming the third!'
Cold Wind felt that his life goal was to surpass Ito Erpang!
"Cold Wind, please choose your sword!" Kashima Isamu urged when he saw Cold Wind standing still for a long time.
Cold Wind nodded solemnly and went to the side of the stage to choose his sword. The blade of the sword here was flat, and the tip was also flat. It was no different from a stick.
When Cold Wind chose his sword, the rest of the students looked at the stage with regret, especially the student who was in the top three with Cold Wind and Ito Erpang. He felt like he had been abandoned.
After a while, Cold Wind had chosen his sword and went to the center of the training ground. He looked at Ito Ji with a serious face and said, "Ito Erpang, make your move!"
"My name is Ito Ji, not Ito Erpang!" Ito Ji corrected Cold Wind and then shouted, "I'm going!"
Ito Erpang's oily hands clenched his kunai and rushed towards Cold Wind with small steps.
Cold Wind held his sword in front of him and stood still. He watched Ito Erpang get closer and closer, but Cold Wind didn't move.
Although Cold Wind was still Cold Wind, the soul in Cold Wind's body was already a mature soul. Therefore, when facing Ito Erpang's charge, he didn't rush to dodge or counterattack.
At this time, Ito Erpang had rushed half a meter in front of Cold Wind and stabbed his kunai.
That's it?
Without the slightest skill?
Cold Wind hesitated and dodged to the side. When Ito Erpang's kunai passed by him, Cold Wind stretched out his foot and directly tripped Ito Erpang. Then, he put his sword on Erpang's back.
"I, I lost!"
Ito Erpang lay on the ground and looked back at the long sword on his back. He looked at Cold Wind with a complicated expression, as if Cold Wind had robbed him of the world's first place!
Cold Wind looked at Ito Erpang innocently. How bad was the original body to be able to stay in the top three with him?
How could he be so impatient to collect it? He didn't need it at all. In class 8, he was the king of bronze!
"How is it possible? Ito Ji was defeated by Cold Wind? "
"What happened just now? Why did Ito Ji suddenly fall? "
"When did Cold Wind become so powerful?"
The onlookers were amazed and talked about it.
"Cold Wind, not bad. I didn't expect that your combat awareness has improved so much."
Isamu quickly wrote down the key points in his notebook and then explained loudly, "Ito Erpang … cough, Ito Ji just rushed in front of Cold Wind, but Cold Wind was very calm. He didn't rush to fight back or dodge. Instead, he waited until Ito Ji attacked and then easily avoided the kunai. Then, he quickly stretched out his foot and tripped him with the inertia of Ito Ji's running. Very good! Cold Wind, you must have done a lot of hard training this summer, right? "
Cold Wind couldn't help but think of the days when he took a nap and ate lunch every day. He nodded with a dignified face, "Yes, I suffered a lot."
"Come on, keep it up, and you will become an excellent ninja!" Isamu encouraged.
"I know, thank you, sensei!" Cold Wind nodded seriously.
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