Red sand dust

"So it's you?"

"You know me?"

Shachen sneered:

"Your name is quite famous among the genin. You are an unlucky guy with mediocre strength, but you want to pursue the proud Temari. You are so shameless that no one can match it."

"Whether it's a good name or a bad name, I'm famous. It's better for an unknown guy like you not to have a name too similar to mine..."

"I don't want to either. Some people have misunderstood that fool-like 'Red Sand Dust' in the past. It's very hard to explain clearly..."

"You really haven't thought about changing your name?"

"Compared with this, I would be more happy if I beat you up, the guy who caused me trouble..."

"You made a wrong choice!"

The negotiation failed, and Daimaru's arm, which was numb from the heavy punch just now, returned to normal.

"You will suffer consequences if you are too stubborn."

He bent his legs slightly, then suddenly exerted force, stepped forward, and punched him with his right arm.

Snapped!

The fist was held by Shachen's left hand, and the two kept fighting.

Daimaru's left hand was pointed like a knife, stabbing Shachen's chest and abdomen, but the opponent's right hand grabbed his wrist without any movement.

"I said, don't compare me with those two idiots..."

"Idiot? You're already hanging out with them, how can you be so clever?"

The left hand sheathed the sword and turned into a single hand seal, Daimaru's chakra was injected into the sand under his feet,

"Earth Escape·Sand Dance!"

The large area of ​​land under their feet began to become soft, like a terrifying big mouth, sucking the two of them down until it was submerged up to their waists.

"This is……"

Shachen looked at Daimaru who sneered in surprise,

"Bury yourself in it too, what are you thinking about?"

"My time is precious and I don't want to waste it on you..."

I have to go find Temari later to connect with her. There are not many opportunities to meet openly, so we can't waste a moment.

"Everyone is stuck in the mud, and you are so sure that you can defeat me in a close fight?"

His movements were restricted, and although he couldn't use many methods, he wanted to have a fight between men with his fists. Shachen also believed that he would not lose to the guy opposite him who would start a duel at the slightest disagreement.

"The passion of fisting is also the romance of men!"

"Who wants to fight with you?"

Daimaru said disdainfully, and grabbed Shachen's arms with his backhand, completely blocking the possibility of his opponent's escape.

"Are you worthy of a man's romance?"

As he finished speaking, Daimaru's burly back squirmed, and a petite arm stretched out from inside the somewhat large and fancy top, followed by his head, body and legs.

"Are you the puppet master?"

"Yeah, you don't know?"

"Never heard of you having a puppet!"

"Nonsense, I've never used it before. You'd be damned if you heard about it."

"You...in order to defeat me, you actually used a trump card that has never been exposed?"

"Little brother, don't flatter yourself. Even if you don't use the puppet master's methods, you are no match. I just want a quick victory, so I want to try to see if you, a fool, will be fooled. In the end, you are fine. You really took me for a fool..."

The puppet, which was nearly at arm height, sat on Daimaru's shoulder. He took out the folding fan from behind, slowly unfolded it, and then pointed the spike at the end of the fan bone at Shachen's throat.

"Playing such a trick..."

Shachen is still unconvinced,

"Do you think you can beat me like this? Just let you see..."

boom……

Daimaru hit Shachen with a headbutt and swallowed the trembling harsh words.

"Referee, haven't you decided the winner yet? The poison on my puppet is too deadly. I don't have an antidote with me. It's too troublesome to detoxify. The opponent refuses to admit defeat. I'm in a very difficult position..."

The referee, who did not reveal his true colors at all, said quietly:

"At a critical moment, a ninja needs to understand the situation clearly. It's okay to make big claims, as long as you can afford the price! As for whether you can survive..."

The referee said chilling words in a sinister tone,

"This is just an internal test. If he dies like this, he will be unlucky..."

"Is this so..."

puff……

The sharp blade cut through Shachen's armor and skin, and pierced his upper arm.

In just a few breaths, Shachen's face turned red at first, and then turned pale. The symptoms of difficulty breathing became more and more serious, and he fainted after a while.

"Winner, Daimaru!"

After announcing the result, the referee quickly stuffed an antidote pill into Shachen's mouth, and then pulled the two of them out of the quicksand trap.

"You are very good……"

"Thank you for the compliment! I would like to ask, what is your name?"

"When you can fight side by side with me one day, you will naturally know!"

The referee carried the unconscious Shadust on his shoulders,

"Your poison is really exaggerated. Taking the antidote pills won't have much effect. I'm going to send this kid to first aid. For the rest, you can go find Makki Jounin..."

"I'm causing trouble for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure in front of him disappeared.

"The Jōnin's teleportation technique is so fast that I can't even react!"

Daimaru shook his head, patted the dust on his body, and asked the slightly injured Nighteye to support Chi, who had just woken up and was still a little weak, and walked towards the center of the examination room where Maki Jounin was.

"We already won?"

Qian, who had only seen the ending, still didn't know what was going on. Yeme, who watched Daimaru defeat Mochen and Shachen in three strikes, was so complicated that he didn't know how to express it.

"As long as I'm here, there's no problem with this level of testing."

The loss was unclear and the victory was unclear. While the two female ninjas were happy, a sense of crisis also emerged in their hearts.

I didn't know how big the gap was before, so I still had some expectations. Now that I know, I should let go of my luck. If I can't keep up with my teammates, it will only be a matter of time before I am abandoned again.

…

"Did Yinfeng's team also win?"

Maki confirmed the qualifications of Daimaru, Qian and Yami, nodded appreciatively,

"It's a surprise that there is actually a group of alternate teams that won. However, are those guys in the intelligence department lazy? There were so many surprises in this year's strength assessment..."

The Nekaze team's victory was not easy. Chiwa Yami was in poor condition, but Daimaru was almost unscathed. It should be a team with one core and two assistants.

"Go down and wait. After the qualification of the last team is confirmed, I will explain to you the precautions for this exam."

The original candidates were already half way there. When Daimaru approached, a familiar figure came over.

"Daimaru, you also won? I knew you could do it..."

"It's a good time, why are you so miserable?"

"It's hard to describe in words!"

The former teammate, who was covered in blood and dust, smiled bitterly,

"When we met a tough team, we almost lost!"