"Prepare yourselves well. There will definitely be some strong kids in the vilge. The st item is a one-on-one fight, you absolutely have to win," Haru said to Sasuke and Naruto. Haru was probably the only child who wasn't intimidated.

  "That child, he's truly a promising seedling," Ibiki, standing on the ptform, naturally noticed this and said to Iruka.

  "Yeah, he's the child the Third Hokage personally raised. Last time Asuma mentioned him, from his tone, he even sounded a bit jealous, hahaha," Iruka also had high hopes for this child and naturally told Ibiki everything he knew.

  "We'll know soon enough if he's just straw or the real deal."

  "Yeah, hey, be gentle if you have to take action ter!" Iruka was genuinely worried about these future students of his. He knew Ibiki's methods well; once he acted, it was often a matter of life and death.

  "Don't worry, they're children from our own vilge. I know my limits," Ibiki said. However, these words clearly cked persuasiveness, as Iruka had heard them so many times he could recite them backward.

  "Sigh, since you've said that, there's not much I can say. I'll go take a look ter," Iruka sighed, rubbing his forehead, and made a decision. He really couldn't trust Ibiki to supervise alone.

  Half an hour passed.

  "Everyone, gather over here!" The whip cracked mercilessly against the ground nearby, making even Iruka flinch. Someone used to gentleness wouldn't adapt to such severity easily. He announced to the students with an awkward smile, "Listen up, kids! You can now line up in three rows, the order doesn't matter, just line up. Then, start counting from 1, and when you reach 5, start from the beginning. After counting, students with number 1 will wait on the left straight track, number 2 will go to the left curve, number 3 to the central training ground, number 4 will go to the same pce as number 3 but keep a clear boundary. Number 5 will go to the keside outside the school. After finishing one test, proceed to the next one clockwise. After completing all tests, gather at the school's practice field. An instructor will take you from there. Did you all understand?" Iruka expined meticulously, but the students didn't dare to make a sound. No matter how gentle Iruka was, there was a fierce teacher standing beside him.

  "1," "2," "3," "4," "5."

  The students counted one by one, and Naruto and Sasuke were separated from Haru.

  Naruto was 1, Sasuke was 2, and Haru was 3. But none of this mattered. As Haru wasn't aware of others' strengths, he would naturally do his best in such a test. Although he found it a bit strange why he was so eager to become stronger, that was the reality. He was simply following his heart.

  Become stronger, and then even stronger.

  The test began!

  Haru's first test, number 3, was about strength. Five instructors held sandbags, and the students needed to strike the sandbags to make the instructors feel their power. These instructors were well aware of the power levels for such an exam, so it was a fair test.

  "What level do you think Haru can reach?" Minato asked from a tree, inquiring about the Third Hokage who was also observing the test below.

  "Haha, he'll definitely surprise you. I estimate he can at least make the sandbag holder take a step back."

  "What!?" Minato was shocked by this estimation. He knew the Third Hokage wouldn't joke about such things. However, those instructors were all burly men, talents selected from Konoha's elite close combat unit. How could such physiques be pushed back by Haru's seemingly slender body?

  "Just watch. Even I can't fully predict Haru's development. But he is definitely a heaven-sent genius," the Third Hokage said proudly. Even a genius needed a good teacher, and he considered himself that "good teacher." A powerful student brought glory to their teacher.

  It began.

  Facing the sandbag, Haru was somewhat puzzled. Such sandbags could be easily broken.

  However, there was no time for him to hesitate. He adopted his starting stance, preparing to deliver a decisive blow with his full strength.

  The examiner blew a whistle, and Haru immediately began. His right arm was behind his back, his legs spread in a forward bow stance, his left arm forward for protection, rotating in the opposite direction.

  "What kind of stance is that?" The children who hadn't seen Haru before naturally didn't recognize his original taijutsu style. However, before these children had time to discuss, Haru's upper body had already begun to rotate!

  Tenryū Style - First Form - Finishing Move! Side Whip!

  Poof, snap! Thud.

  The first sound was the sound of his arm swinging against the sandbag.

  The second sound was the sound of the sandbag breaking.

  The third sound was the heavy sound of the instructor taking a step back.

  The students in the same testing area were already gaping in astonishment. At just six years old, a stationary horizontal sweep could push back a genin, or even possibly a chunin, through a sandbag. How terrifying was that!

  Breaking the sandbag: +30 points. Pushing back the instructor: +20 points. Instructor's score: 50 points.

  100 points, a perfect score in a single item!

  "Wow, as expected of Haru," Minato couldn't help but excim from the tree. He recognized that taijutsu style but hadn't expected such a move to accumute so much energy instantly.

  And the Third Hokage smiled even more happily, looking as if he had regained several years of youth.

  The test had to continue. The other students had also finished their tests and gathered together to rest.

  Among the remaining students just now, not a single one could push back the instructor, and only a few could even make the instructor waver. Among these people was a chubby boy who, seeing Haru alone, took the initiative to walk towards him. He could sense Haru's kindness.

  "Hey, kid! Want some chips? Once we eat chips together, we'll be friends!" A plump hand offered a freshly opened bag of chips.

  Although Haru didn't know him, he took a few chips in a friendly manner. Since the other person wanted to make friends, why not? "My name is Haru. Nice to meet you," Haru said with a smile to the chubby boy.

  The chubby boy replied in a somewhat hoarse bass voice, "My name is Akimichi Choji. Nice to meet you too!" Even when he smiled, his eyes were perfectly hidden.

  The two walked together towards the next test. This one was testing defense.

  There were three instructors on the field wearing boxing gloves. Although they differed in size, attack methods, and the way they inflicted damage, they had developed the same scoring standard. A thinner instructor's three punches equaled one point; a slightly more muscur one's one punch plus one kick equaled one point; and the strongest one's one punch equaled one point.

  Haru and Choji entered the field at the same time. Choji looked at Haru and, out of consideration for his slender build, kindly took the position against the strongest instructor. Haru recognized Choji's kindness, smiled at him, and walked towards the instructor in the middle. He naturally wouldn't choose the one with the lowest damage as his opponent.

  "Here, you can use any means to defend, but you cannot actively attack the instructors. Dodging attacks doesn't count towards the score. Shout 'stop' when you can't take it anymore, and the instructor will stop. Shouting 'stop' or being blown away or knocked down will be considered the end of the test, and the score will be calcuted based on the full points you endured," the person in charge of this testing area said to their group of students.

  Just like before, Haru confidently stepped up first. The other students were either still recovering from the recoil of their earlier attacks or wanted to see just how capable this white-robed boy was. And Choji also followed Haru, standing with him to be scrutinized.

  "Little guy, I'm going to start," the instructor facing Haru reminded him before throwing a straight punch.

  "Yes, please do!" Haru adopted his starting stance, calmly facing the instructor's fist.

  Tenryū Style currently didn't have any techniques to dissipate force, so Haru could only rely on "Needle Threading" to defend. And this was clearly not suitable for defense. Going head-to-head with a pair of rge fists wasn't his style.

  "Third Hokage-sama, he probably won't st long this time either. After all, he's still young and has too few methods," Minato said, somewhat worried. Such a promising talent, he hoped he wouldn't be arrogant and get knocked out with one punch. If that happened, it would affect the entire ninja world.

  "Sigh, this is indeed not little Haru's forte. I hope he can manage it himself," the Third Hokage frowned, staring intently at Haru, afraid something would happen to him. Those fists didn't have eyes.

  However, their worries were unnecessary.

  Although Haru couldn't defend effectively and couldn't attack proactively, passive attacks were always an option, right?

  Thus, a scene of countering each move unfolded.

  Tenryū Style - First Form! Needle Threading!

  Facing the straight punch, Haru slightly crouched down, his left arm gently rising. "Little guy, dodging doesn't count towards the score," the instructor kindly reminded him. Seeing Haru crouch, he assumed he was preparing to evade the attack.

  "Don't worry, Uncle, I won't dodge," Haru said. As the fist reached his face, Haru threw his punch!

  His left fist accurately struck the instructor's wrist, deflecting the fist upwards, away from Haru's body.

  "Not bad! This time it's a leg!" The instructor, seeing such a counter for the first time, was immediately excited and threw a straight kick at Haru.

  Again! His left fist hit the ankle! What incredible prediction and reaction speed!

  The straight kick was blocked towards the ground, and the attack was neutralized again.

  While Choji on the right was enduring a barrage of hits after using a partial Multi-Size Technique, Haru on the left was exchanging blows, evenly matched for the moment, and the instructor hadn't touched Haru even once.

  Just as Haru began to pant heavily, four batches of students had already rotated through beside him, and the st batch was preparing to go. However, as an instructor, the man facing Haru's breathing was still so steady. After all, it was an adult fighting a child; it wouldn't make sense if he was tired.

  "Again, please let me try my limit," Haru requested. This test had sparked a desire in him to explore his current limits.

  "Alright, be sure to say something if you can't take it anymore. There are still three more tests ter," the instructor said with concern, but his leg movements didn't stop.

  Accelerate, charge! Still a straight punch! This time, when Haru tried to use "Needle Threading," he felt a slight numbness, indicating his left arm was overloaded. So he drew his right arm.

  Side Whip! Forcefully deflected the straight punch!

  "Instructor, one st time, please."

  Thwack!

  This straight leg kick was directly whipped away by the second use of the Side Whip.

  Haru couldn't hold on anymore.

  "Not bad, kid. Go check your score. Don't rush to participate in the next one, rest well," the instructor facing Haru said, now knowing that he might have encountered a true genius today, and paid him extra attention.

  "That little brat who fought me just now was really good. Go check his score for me. I'm exhausted!" Saying this, the instructor actually plopped down on the ground.

  After a while, the other two instructors returned after checking the scores. "The kid you just fought actually exceeded the score limit! He endured 126 punches plus 126 kicks!"

  Another perfect score in a single item.

  "Haru, what's your score? I just endured 82 heavy punches."

  "I haven't looked yet, I'll go ter. Not bad, congratutions, Choji."

  "Hehe, defense is our Akimichi cn's specialty. Let's go! To the next one!"