Red sand dust

Daimaru patted Yeme's fluffy twin tails to stop the little girl from further provocation.

"One's own strength, especially combat ability, is the most convincing confidence. Let's listen to the rest, but think about it for yourself..."

"Daimaru, is this different from what the chuunin proctor said just now? They are both Konoha ninjas and heirs of the Will of Fire, but are their ideas so different?"

Qian asked with some confusion.

"The so-called experience of the Chunin Exam is just a family opinion and cannot be considered wrong.

But many ninjas, especially those with talent and strength, value combat effectiveness more. Is it because the ideas they preach are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that Konoha Village can occupy the richest Fire Country? Do not be silly……"

Yemu asked in surprise:

"Did that chuunin examiner just now tell lies to us Suna ninja?"

Daimaru smiled lightly:

"We are genin. There is no problem with the experience of chunin, but it is only before chunin. Do you still remember the topic of nindo that I talked about with you before?

If you want to continue on the path of ninja and find your own path, you can go on without confusion, otherwise, it will be very difficult in the future..."

"It always feels like those are too far away. It's not easy for Yemu and I to find a stable team without being disliked by others."

Qian Youyou said and sighed unconsciously.

"After this Chunin Exam, you should have improved a lot. No matter what, your trip is not in vain!"

Even if you stop at the third trial, it would still be good to see what a real genius looks like.

"You are so polite, but it makes us uneasy. Your normal appearance is reassuring. Although you are a little bit arrogant and annoying..."

"The last sentence is redundant!"

While the three of them were talking, Kankuro and Temari walked towards them.

As for Gaara, he seemed indifferent as if he had not seen this group of Sunagakure compatriots. He sat on the bench with his arms folded and closed his eyes to rest, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Finally here, you guys, I thought you had been eliminated..."

Kankuro looked relieved.

When he and Temari stay next to Gaara, the strong murderous aura makes people break into cold sweats. Even in the height of summer in July, it makes people shudder.

Gaara and I have been together for more than two days, and we are almost reaching the limit. Today before dark, we finally met an acquaintance. It would be good to chat with each other and relax the atmosphere.

Chiwa Temari whispered something, and Yeme followed them and listened quietly.

"What? Gaara is unstable?"

Daimaru glanced at Temari and wanted to say hello, but Kankuro held him back and kept talking.

"I killed a few rain ninjas yesterday, which seems to have made him lose control..."

Kankuro replied with lingering fear,

"I don't even dare to talk to him rashly now."

"I'm afraid it will be like this now. There are still more than three days left. How are you going to survive?"

"Isn't this why you're here? Having one more person present always makes people feel more at ease!"

Daimaru glanced at Kankuro with disgust:

"Are you trying to drag me into trouble? Don't tell me that I'm not your brother-in-law now. Even if you are really my brother-in-law, it's too shameful to drag me down."

"My brother-in-law usually shouts so smoothly when everything is fine, but he changes his tune when I need your help with something small?"

Kankuro muttered dissatisfiedly,

"I'm not asking you to mess with Gaara, I'm just letting you share a little pressure..."

"You say this is a trivial matter? I am just a passerby to Gaara now. When I become his brother-in-law, I might be able to be more gentle. Now hanging around in front of his eyes, aren't I looking for death?"

Daimaru patted Kankuro's stretched-out hand and pushed it aside.

"If you really can't bear it, come and have a chat with me so that you can relax. I'm sorry that I can't help you with anything else!"

Before Gaara was defeated and converted by Uzumaki Naruto, Daimaru would not approach him. Who knew if he would be the next one to be randomly shot to death?

Daimaru still understands the principle of a gentleman not to build a dangerous wall.

"In addition, the young master of the Yondaime family, I am not like you. With Gaara leading the way, I passed without even a drop of sweat. Our team fought hard to break out of the siege. I am very tired now. Do you want me to rest first? one time?"

"I don't know you yet?"

Kankuro sneered,

"As long as you don't run into those two or three very strong teams, how can there be any opponent that can embarrass you? If you were willing, you could have gotten here last night. Did you get into some trouble again? You can't hold it anymore. Are you here?"

"No such thing! I just had a cordial exchange with some interesting people. You think too badly of me!"

While a few people were chatting, there was another movement outside.

"Is someone here again? It's really lively tonight."

Gaara, Kankuro, and Temari arrived here before it got dark yesterday. They waited until it was almost dawn the next morning, and the eighth Konoha genin team belatedly arrived and became the second qualified team.

Then there was no sound for a whole day, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it was too uncomfortable.

Not long after, three familiar figures came over. It was precisely because of Daimaru's influence that Miss Saya, her younger sister Shana and Murasaki unexpectedly came to participate in the joint chuunin examination.

"Another group of Suna ninja, it's Saya and the others!"

Kankuro's face was complicated.

"Both are playboys. You and Temari don't seem to have a good relationship with Saya."

"It's not that we don't have a good relationship with sisters Saya and Shanai, our family doesn't have a good relationship with most of the children of the clan leader's family."

There are reasons for factional fighting, as well as differences in the selection of Shukaku and the Jinchūriki. Gaara's frequent loss of control has caused many senior officials in Sunagakure Village to have objections to Rasa's insistence, which naturally affects the relationship between the next generation of Sunagakure.

If it weren't for the support of Chiyo and Ebizo, Rasa's Kazekage position might not be so secure.

"Hey, why do I feel like Saya's dissatisfaction is not directed at me?"

Kankuro reminded quietly.

"Miss, why don't you let off some steam someday? Don't worry, just get used to it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a scroll almost hit Daimaru in the face. Fortunately, Daimaru had quick eyes and quick hands and caught it.

Miss Saya, with anger written all over her body, said to Daimaru:

"Did you make this fake scroll?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. Even if you are Miss Saya, don't spit on others! I don't know whether it is a real scroll or a fake scroll."

"I knew you wouldn't admit it!"

Saya said solemnly,

"The ink you used to make the fake scroll was used to trace patterns on the puppets. You used poison to get this special ink from me. You can't buy it outside. Do you think I can't recognize it?"