This Ninja Is Obviously Not Strong but Really Hard to Kill

There are many applicants, but the efficiency is also very fast.

Therefore, it took only a short time for it to be Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto's turn.

The staff member in charge of registration lit up when he saw 'them' and couldn't help but size up 'them' three...

This girl with long black hair is the essence of a mature beauty!

Developing such a proud and cold temperament at such a young age is rare!

Just based on this image alone is enough to ensure a spot in the finals!

And this blonde with twin tails, is she a foreigner?

The 'cat whiskers' on her face are simply divine!

Cute, yet with a hint of sexiness and allure, this exotic charm will start a trend!

As for the last girl with short pink hair, although her forehead is a bit wide and her figure is average, not so cute, she also has a fresh and neat charm.

Although not as outstanding as the first two, she also has her unique characteristics, which are good.

The staff immediately analyzed the situation in his mind and decided to have the people behind pay special attention to these three contestants and even consider giving them an advantage.

After all, the homogenization among the applicants is too severe; basically, all follow the cute and pure route.

This is inevitable because the age requirement for registration is between 12 and 15 years old. What other styles can young girls have if not cute and pure at this age?

But now that these three unique ones have come along, there's no need to worry about this problem anymore.

However, just at this moment, a loud noise suddenly startled him!

Bang!

"Hey! Have you seen enough? Believe it or not, I'll gouge your eyeballs out!"

Suddenly stepping on the table was 'Sasuke,' who couldn't stand the other's 'lecherous' gaze any longer!

Although speaking out rashly might pose some risk, he was all for it if it could get him 'eliminated' earlier.

But such a 'rude' action did not get him thrown out; instead, it made the other party's eyes shine even more!

Although the 'Kugimiya' culture has not appeared in this world yet, the queenly aura of 'Sasuke' is truly mesmerizing!

It makes one can't help but think from the bottom of their heart, "Yes, that's how it should be. Please be even more fierce!"

"Great! So great!"

"I believe you will make it to the end and successfully debut!"

The person also enthusiastically slammed the table, startling Sakura.

Then, they smoothly completed the registration, passed the preliminary selection with flying colors, and entered the second round.

Even the 'guardian' section, where Naruto casually filled in "Kakashi Hatake," didn't get a second glance.

Speaking of which, this name was a nickname their teacher once had, and Naruto only matched it later.

He still needs to figure out the meaning behind this nickname.

...

Meanwhile, Aoba, who got himself the supervisor role out of curiosity, also sneaked into the scene of the second round.

The second round would add talent to the mix if the preliminary selection were just about looks. Only those who pass both can enter the 101 slots, then go through training and selection to decide the final 11 who can debut.

There will also be public performances occasionally to allow the public to participate in voting, which is bound to make a fortune.

After all, who dares to compete with the business the Naoki Association monopolizes?

Even pirated merchandise for support won't appear!

Being busy with idol chasing is better than causing trouble after being full.

"Director, do you have any other orders?"

After finding a good spot, Aoba waved his hand impatiently.

The other party kept smiling and didn't dare to leave, simply standing by, always waiting for the director's instructions.

After all, this person was sent by the president of the Naoki Association himself, instructing them to fulfill all of this person's requests.

The president has made it clear: how dare they neglect.

They probably wouldn't dare to stop even if this person publicly chose to take a few contestants away and would handle all the subsequent troubles.

This is the power of authority!

However, after watching the second-round performances, Aoba quickly went from anticipation to disappointment.

Although the girls who passed the preliminary selection are all pretty, cute, and lively, their performances are painful.

Not to mention those who are off-key when singing. Can't the dancers put a little heart into it? Are they limp because they haven't eaten enough?

There's even someone performing eating...

He ate ten bowls of white rice in one go, without any side dishes, just rice, and he even passed?!

This made him grind his teeth in frustration, doubting whether he was reporting to "Produce 101" or a talent show seeking out extraordinary people from the public...

It made him seriously doubt whether there would be someone performing acrobatics next, like breaking stones with their chest or splitting bricks with their bare hands, the kind of bizarre show.

This is different from the idol group he wanted!!!

Aoba was somewhat going crazy just thinking about the future performances, where a group of girls in uniform skirts would either be stuffing rice into their mouths or showing off their muscles by squeezing the heads of drumsticks into powder and then the audience below screaming...

He suddenly really wanted to die!

However, he immediately consoled himself that the lack of talent was nothing, and there was still plenty of time to cultivate them properly.

Not to say they must sing and dance perfectly, coming on stage with dolphin sounds and knife group dances, but at least they should look decent so he could sell the concert tickets!

While he was comforting himself, suddenly, a few very familiar figures walked in.

Pfft!

The tea he was just drinking was immediately sprayed out!

And to avoid spraying it forward, he even turned his head, especially, and sprayed it all over the face of the guy next to him.

"Does it not suit your taste? I'll get you another cup right away."

"Um..."

Aoba dismissed the other person and focused on the three people who needed to be farther ahead.

And his face was filled with a life-questioning expression.

If he had a flower in his hand at this moment, he would be extremely troubled, pulling at the petals while muttering to himself, "It's them, it's not them, it's them, it's not them..."

He dared not recognize them after more than three years without seeing each other, plus that outfit.

Just then, his lackey came back...

"Your tea..."

"Go, bring me the registration forms of these three people."

The person looked over there, immediately showed an 'I knew it's the expression, and then came very excitedly with, "I understand what you mean, sir, just watch my performance!"

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