Chapter 4

I was supplied all of the answers, until I got a sufficient 'uuuh,' from the Katsu-dirt voice on the tenth question.

I looked down at the paper, and saw why he was so confused.

What the heck? I thought, what's up with the tenth question?

Because, quite simply, there was none. Just a paragraph saying that the proctor will give you the question forty-five minutes into the exam.

I looked at the clock.

Two more minutes.

"Excuse me."

A boy stood up. He had paint on his face and had a head plate on his hat saying that he was from sand. But seeing through All of that, was it, Kankuro?

I had only seen him a couple of times, I mainly hung out with Gaara, but there really was no mistaking him.

Is Temari here? I thought.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Kankuro was saying.

He left. And the two minutes snuck past, until Kankuro just made it to hear the final question.

"First you must choose whether to accept or reject the question," said Ibiki.

I snorted, but a girl with four ponytail shouted, "Ch-choose? What happens if someone doesn't accept the question?!"

I looked at her. There was no mistaking the four ponytails; that was Temari.

"Those who choose to not accept will leave the room with their teammates," Ibiki was saying.

I looked at Katsu. I really didn't think he was going to raise his hand. Once again, I sought out Aika, this time, I found her, since there were fewer ninja here now, even the rock ninja beside.

Her face was white, but she looked confident enough that she wasn't going to give up.

"Don't underestimate me!" all of a sudden, a loud, obnoxious voice erupted my thoughts, "I don't quit, and I won't run!"

I looked around, and, who else? Naruto.

Jeez, the baka, I thought, putting my head in my hands.

But that really riled up the rest of the ninja left. So Ibiki couldn't get anybody else to leave.

"Good call," he said, "So, everyone who is still here, you've just passed the first exam!"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Cool," I said.

I had accepted what he said, no questions asked, but everyone else looked confused. I took the time to relax and examine the remaining shinobi.

The white-haired girl was still here, and she had just raised her head off the table, looking thoroughly confused. There was a ninja with a long blonde braid who was sitting on the floor next to her, since they had apparently run out of numbers for seats. She was sitting up, talking quickly to the white-haired kunoichi, as if explaining to her. The latter looked bored, looking like she had experienced this many times.