"Raido Namiashi." Mugetsu called the next na for testing.
Raido stepped into the testing area, opened with an Earth Release, then drew a kunai and flowed through a sharp taijutsu sequence before snapping three shuriken at a target fifty ters out. They didn't all hit dead center, but each found the mark.
He sprinted at a large tree and ran up as if on level ground, chakra adhesion steady. On the river, he held firm even against the wake from a Water Dragon Bullet without going under.
After a mont's thought, Mugetsu scored him: Ninjutsu 7, Hand Seals 7.5, Taijutsu 8.7, Shuriken 6, Chakra Control 7.8.
Raido's fundantals were solid, his taijutsu excellent, but the rest lagged behind. For Group A, Mugetsu graded on a higher bar than the initial grouping.
"Uchiha Obito." Mugetsu called again.
"It's a pity Rin's in Group B. It'd be great if she could see this," Obito thought as he stepped up and greeted Mugetsu.
After locking horns with Mugetsu in taijutsu, these test items felt almost easy. Obito regretted only that Rin couldn't watch him shine.
"Great Fireball Technique!" He went straight to his strongest, spewing a four-ter fireball that roared across the range—pure intimidation.
"Seriously? Academy students are doing this now?" Raido blurted, stunned by the scale of Obito's flas.
It even looked stronger than Shisui's fireball from the first day. Were all young Uchiha monsters?
"I feel like it's even stronger than Asuma's," Kurenai murmured.
"It looks flashy, but it's not practical—you can't hit anyone with it," Asuma cut in quickly, stung.
"The Great Fireball is slow and doesn't turn. Most of the ti it's a feint," he added—then had nothing to say about Obito's follow-ups. From taijutsu to everything else, Obito's performance was clean, with no glaring holes.
"Might Guy."
Guy led with ninjutsu as well, but the only arts he'd learned were the Three Body Techniques.
Raido and Asuma finally relaxed—an Academy student using basic ninjutsu, and not even perfectly. Then Guy's taijutsu showcase wiped the smiles off their faces.
"Those kicks are insane. He might actually be faster than you, Raido," Asuma admitted, wincing. He'd thought he'd finally spotted a normal student; instead, it was a hyper-specialist.
Raido kept quiet. In pure hand-to-hand, he wasn't sure he'd beat Guy.
Asuma noticed a few students watching with bored calm—as if they'd seen this a hundred tis—and went to ask. He learned Guy was top of the Fourth Grade, and he'd earned it by beating Obito in the most recent finals.
Instantly, Asuma revised Guy upward again; if anything, Guy would be more dangerous in a real fight than this test showed.
"Uchiha Shisui."
At Shisui's na, the field went silent. All eyes followed him forward. After he'd dismantled Raido on day one, everyone knew exactly who he was.
Asuma didn't bother watching. He already knew how it would end—this was the kid who'd cleaned his clock. As expected, Shisui was flawless across every item, easily eclipsing everyone before him.
"Asuma Sarutobi."
He heard his na precisely when he least wanted to. If he went now, people would compare him to Shisui, and that wouldn't be pretty. But Asuma wasn't going to run. After a brief pause, he stepped up. If he couldn't asure up, then he couldn't—at least no one here knew about his earlier trash talk.
By the ti class neared its end, Mugetsu had finished grading. All that remained was tallying the rankings before announcing results.
"Will there be rewards?" Mugetsu wondered as he sorted the lists. If the system paid out, he'd hold a small test every day and a big one every three—anything to squeeze the most out of it.
As dismissal hit, Mugetsu posted the rankings and scores on a wooden board and released everyone.
No one left. They sward the board.
"Only twenty-four…" Anko raked her hair, unhappy. At the Academy, she usually scored thirty-five plus.
Her eyes dropped to the promotion list—and sure enough, her na wasn't there. In fact, out of more than three hundred students, only one person had been promoted: Ebisu, from Group B to Group A.
Izumo and Kotetsu, standing nearby, kept their mouths shut. They hadn't even cracked twenty.
Their attention swung to the promotion box.
"Big Bro Ebisu really is a genius," Kotetsu said, admiration rising as he saw the lone na. His respect grew.
"Yeah. Standing out like that—it's sothing to envy," Izumo agreed.
"But once we perfect it this week, we'll be the next Ebisu," Kotetsu said, fired up.
He was fully confident in their refined Enemy Confusion Technique. Even if they didn't score high, they'd steamroll the practical.
Izumo felt the sa and wore the sa eager grin.
"Kotetsu and Izumo are getting harder and harder to understand," Anko muttered, watching the two beam like they'd already won.
Asuma shouldered in and scanned the Group A list. To his relief, he was third overall—behind only Shisui and Obito.
"I've got to push harder this week," he thought, tension tightening.
Guy's score wasn't high here, but in a real fight he was terrifying—he'd just beaten Obito in the finals—and Raido was cut from the sa practical cloth.
Asuma set his sights on third or even second in the coming practical. First? For now, he kept that thought to himself.
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