Konoha no Hatake's happy wind male Konoha

What's wrong with being a genin? Why do you insist on being promoted to chuunin?

This was the only thought in Maori Juzo's mind when he was kicked out of the pod by the instructor.

After dancing for a while, Maori Juzo finally remembered the method repeatedly emphasized by the examiner before and opened the thing called d10p umbrella bag at the critical moment.

bang bang

With the continuous muffled sound, like a goddess scattering flowers, mushroom-like umbrella canopies unfolded in the sky.

Due to the insufficient landing height, after opening the canopy, he slowed down slightly, and the forest of death was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

stab

Because too much time was wasted changing rooms before, although Maori Juzo used water escape to slightly adjust the direction of his fall, he was still hung on the treetops, like a koi carp flapping in the wind.

It was impossible not to call for help, and it was impossible to call for help during the entire exam.

Maori Juzo could only bite the rope, turned over like a salted fish, and jumped down from the treetop.

At this time, he looked a little embarrassed, and the only single fan on his body was cut by branches, making him look like a beggar.

Fortunately, he was not injured, and Mori Juzo immediately entered a stealth state.

In this trial called PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, a total of one hundred clearance scrolls are scattered throughout the Death Forest.

Candidates must obtain clearance scrolls through various means and keep the scrolls for five days before they can qualify for promotion.

Originally speaking, with more than 160 candidates and a hundred scrolls, the competition was not that fierce.

However, the bad thing about the fat man who asked the question was that only seventy of the hundred scrolls were true, and the remaining thirty were false.

Only the examiner can distinguish between true and false.

In other words, in the most extreme situation, the epic non-chief may go through hardships and plunder twenty or thirty scrolls, but will eventually be eliminated.

Therefore, in order to ensure that they can advance to the greatest extent, every candidate will do their best to get more scrolls.

In this way, robbery and calculation are naturally inevitable, and this eerie ancient forest has become a arena for ninjas.

Mori Juzo is still a pragmatic person under most circumstances.

He already felt lucky to be able to pass the first test by chance. He was full of awe for this strange PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

In fact, the primary goal that Mori Juzo sets for himself is to survive.

Yes, although according to the rules, as long as the candidate feels that his safety is threatened and is willing to give up his qualifications for the examination, he can pull off a special signal flare at any time, and the corresponding examiner will immediately take him away.

But all fools know that in a battle between ninjas, the outcome is only a thin line.

As a thin-skinned and high-attack ninja, it is almost impossible to fight for hundreds of rounds.

If we don't judge the enemy's strength and our weakness at the first time and immediately pull off the flare, then the outcome of failure will be either serious injury or death.

Therefore, Maori Juzo, who was walking under the shadow, very wisely bit the signal bomb in his mouth, pulled the lead with one hand, pushed aside the bushes with the other, and began to look for the clearance scroll.

I don’t know whether it was good luck or bad luck, but until the time when the sun reached the western border, Mori Juzo neither found the clearance scroll nor met any other candidates.

He searched several bushes, a shabby house with unknown purpose, and an abandoned public toilet.

The final harvest was just a bottle of liquid called an energy drink, a pack of strange food called crispy horns, a broken kunai, and a first aid kit full of bandages and medicine.

When the night owl began to cry, the moonlight was blocked by the layers of trees, and the cold atmosphere in the entire death forest became even stronger.

Maori Shi hid his thin beggar's clothes tightly, found a rocky place covered by the wind, and prepared to rest.

After an afternoon of lurking and searching, Maori Juzo was not only extremely mentally stressed, but his physical energy was also on the verge of exhaustion.

He found some fallen leaves, spread them randomly on the ground, and then sat down against the rocks.

When performing tasks, Maori Juzo would always light a small bonfire, which was both warm and bright. It would be great if he had a handful of military food pills.

But the military food pills he carried with him had already been confiscated by the examiner, and it was impossible to warm himself up by the fire.

Although there was no battle all afternoon, Maori Juzo saw several traces of various battles.

There are ninjas and ninjas, and ninjas and beasts.

Maori Juzo even saw the remains of a huge brown bear. Now he felt a little regretful. He should have gotten some meat to take with him if he had known earlier.

It's better to drink blood than to go hungry.

His stomach growled, Mouri Juzo shook his head, and reluctantly opened the package of food called Miao Crispy Corn.

To be honest, something this light and fluffy is better than nothing.

After taking a sip of the energy drink, Maori Juzo felt that his fatigue seemed to have disappeared a lot. Then, he picked up a handful of crispy horns and stuffed them into his mouth.

quack quack.

Maori Juuzang's eyes lit up. This thing called crispy horn tasted really good.

At least compared to Bing Liang Wan, this is simply a rare delicacy.

A few minutes later, Mori Juzo was licking his fingers and still wasn't satisfied.

Looking at the empty food bags, I felt even hungrier.

该死 的

Mouri Juzo shook his head, stood up quietly, and turned back along the path in his memory.

Fortunately, the big brown bear whose Tianling Cap was smashed was still where it was, and there didn't seem to be any ambush nearby.

Mori Juzo cautiously approached the brown bear, then cut a piece of bear meat with a broken kunai and began to devour it.

In fact, eating raw meat is a common thing for ninjas. For example, the great ninja Shimura Danzo loved to eat frozen frogs in his early years.

It's just that Maori Juzo, who is a direct descendant of the Maori family, was still a young master before he was completely abandoned by the family. Even if he later had to take on various escort missions below C-level, Hyoryo Pills were also the standard carry-on for Maori Juzo.

So, this was his first time eating raw meat.

The strong smell of blood rushed into his nose, and Maori Juzo almost fainted.

After resisting the nausea and eating a few mouthfuls, the crisis of hunger was finally relieved.

However, before he could get far, he felt a cramping pain in his stomach, and then he started to feel overwhelmed.

"I remember there is a toilet here, right? This is it."

Holding his belly and sweating profusely, Mouri Juzo finally found the public toilet where he had discovered the crispy corner before, and plunged in.

Fortunately, it was just a slight diarrhea, and after being released, I felt relaxed all over.

With tears in his eyes, Mori Juzo wiped his butt with the cloth strip on his beggar's outfit, and then pressed the flush button.

Wow

The fast water washed away all the filth.

Just when Maori Juzo was about to get up and leave, there was a "pop" and an object fell from the sky and landed right in his arms.

"Dear player, because you still insist on not defecating in the open despite the intense and exciting chicken eating, and keep in mind the ancient saying that you come in a hurry and go in a hurry. You are indeed an elegant and easy-going civilized person. I hereby reward you with a clearance scroll."

Mouri Juzo, who stuck his butt out, looked at the scroll and note in his arms and fell into deep thought.

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