One by one, the Temple students left the room, their expressions a mixture of conflicting emotions.
"Only eight will qualify..."
It was Danzo who spoke, seemingly lost in thought.
You could say the number of qualifying spots was incredibly low… which made sense. After all, thirty-two used to qualify in the past.
But this time, personal strength and skill weren't going to be the only factors—luck, and perhaps even external conditions, would play a role as well.
The exam was truly difficult, and those eight seats were far from guaranteed.
As Danzo and I exited the hall and stepped into the wide corridor outside, the students quickly scattered.
But we came to a halt when we heard shouting nearby—familiar voices.
Our eyes met instantly, and without a word, Danzo and I moved toward the source.
And what we found before us was… a strange sight.
