Seijuro took his test, answering the questions the way they were meant to be answered and all—hell, he even answered the extra question, 'cause why not.
Something he knew while sitting here and taking the test was the simple fact that there were some Chunin instructors in here acting like regular Genin taking the test. More like they were people the students were meant to cheat off of.
Hm. Seijuro began sizing up his opponents here. Everyone seemed to be like high Genin. Some were Chunin. His gaze darkened a bit. The shinobi from Kumo... they felt like elite Chunin.
The fuck were they doing in this Chunin Exam? Was Kumo trying to eliminate Konoha's young generation or something?
They were probably here to eliminate Konoha's young generation. Hm. Of course they were. He sighed a bit. Yes, he sighed a lot. That was something with him. Being as perceptive as he was... it was as much a gift as it was a curse.
He was perceptive enough to know that some Uchiha were against their bloodline being, quote-unquote, "tainted" by marrying outside the clan. So they probably didn't want their prodigy to marry outside the clan.
So, they were probably against her crush on him and wished he'd die—or at least love someone else. How could they possibly let one of their own purebloods get fucked by non-Uchiha dick?
Like, come on, how could they possibly let that slide? It was BUC or nothing.
Who knew—the Hyuga might even argue that their BHC was superior. But the Akimichi clearly won this argument. For reasons.
What was he thinking about again? Oh yeah, Uchiha pride. He'd have to be one exceptional shinobi for them to let that slide.
Either that, or go full scheming mode for duccy. Heh. Either way, he would do it. Who cared? Mikoto had him interested.
After five or so minutes, he finished his shit. He just turned the paper over and waited. Waited for the timer to be over, all while just looking around the room to pass the time.
Meanwhile with the proctors...
"Sector C... desk 37," one of the proctors murmured, sipping tea. "He's... done?"
A young Chunin with goggles squinted at the name list. "Kurama Seijuro... solo entrant. No squad. Entered under Hokage order... eh? Kurama?"
One of the older Jounin raised an eyebrow. "Kurama? Thought they were more specialized for Genjutsu support roles."
"No," another corrected, brushing her long dark hair back. "This one's... different. Remember a year ago during the midterm at the academy? That student who seemed to showcase Genin-level prowess while still at the academy? The one who made Genjutsu feel real?"
They all looked back at the glass.
From their vantage point, Seijuro sat calmly, hands folded, test already finished while most Genin were still sweating over question six. No movement. No smug expression. Just that cold, unreadable face.
One of the proctors toggled a switch. A paper feed began to slide out of the sealed analysis scanner, decoding Seijuro's Genjutsu layers and cross-checking for accuracy.
All correct. Including the two extra-credit strategic scenario essays.
"...He even answered Question 31. That wasn't supposed to be solvable unless you studied outdated field tactics from the First War era."
"Yeah. And look at the phrasing." The woman leaned over, reading aloud:
"Enemy feints must be treated as truths wearing lies.
Allies must be presumed compromised unless proven otherwise.
All compassion shown must be a calculated risk.
Reinforcements are liabilities unless they come from yourself."
"...This kid reads like a damn spymaster."
Another Jounin whistled low. "He even answered the question about ancient history fauna. What kid memorizes that shit?"
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"Not my fault he's on my dick all the time."
"Who's on who's dick?"
"You heard me, bitch. I didn't stutter."
The female ninja looked pissed while the man looked unphased.
"As if anyone would want to be on that thing."
"Yukimi loves it just fine," the man said with a smile.
"You mean the girl you sleep with at the brothel? You know they're paid to act like it felt good, right?"
Damn... shit was getting personal. They were supposed to be monitoring the Chunin Exam, but now they were biting again.
"I bet you didn't know that after you, she took five more shifts. Bet she told you you drained her."
The sound of someone clearing their throat could be heard. The third guy there monitoring the group could feel the uncomfortable direction this was taking.
They should focus on the participants, not on their lackluster sexual ability. He would stay silent and not talk about how he was right after the man. Yukimi was indeed one fine woman. No judgment on the fact that he went there next.
No, he didn't get sloppy seconds. The people there have a policy of cleaning themselves after each round. I.e., if, let's say, some leftover nut was in there, they had to reimbounce the person. Not fully, just partly. So they were kinda strict with their stuff.
Plus, extra money was paid if it was from a creampie or condom... He didn't like rubber, so you bet he went raw. Contraseal worked wonders.
He might go back today. That punany called his name.
A/N Ignore the side plot.