Chapter 102 Everyone has their own thoughts on the theater

Compared to the gray-faced Moonlight Hayate, Shiranui Genma's temper was obviously much worse.

Daimaru raised his head and looked at the stands. The famous people and dignitaries from all over the world were already there, and there were courteous interactions everywhere.

There are also some broker ninjas, waiting for this opportunity to get their hands on them and make a fortune. These dirty guys like hyenas are observing the surroundings, looking for targets to attack.

On the high podium opposite, the third generation Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen had already arrived, and the seat prepared for the fourth generation Kazekage Rasa was still empty.

"Isn't the time almost up? There are still candidates who haven't arrived yet! Are all Konoha ninjas so unpunctual?"

Daimaru looked at Hinata Neji and Aburame Shino who were waiting quietly.

"Don't regard the quality of those new genin as the average level of Konoha ninja!"

Hyuga Neji looked at the Sand Ninja Puppet Master who eliminated his teammate Rock Lee and replied calmly.

Aburame Shino, whose presence is not obvious, also defended:

"Even among the newcomers, Naruto cannot represent us. As for Sasuke, he will definitely arrive in time..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blond boy in a yellow shirt rushed into the venue with a "bow down" posture, took a mouthful of ashes, slid for more than ten meters, and landed at Daimaru's feet.

"This... the way I appear is really unique. In terms of attracting other people's attention, I'm really far from it..."

Saying that, Daimaru stretched out his right hand and pulled up the stunned Uzumaki Naruto.

"In front of everyone, you can still keep your face even if you are embarrassed like this. Young man, I am optimistic about you..."

"Haha, yes, thank you very much! I'm not that good!"

Uzumaki Naruto, who seemed completely unable to hear the teasing in Daimaru's mouth, smiled exaggeratedly and patted the dust on his body. When he was about to say a few words of modesty, he saw Daimaru turning around and taking out a tissue and wiping the touch he had just made. He took Uzumaki Naruto's hand, wiped it vigorously, and then threw the tissue aside in disgust, as if it was contaminated with something disgusting and avoided it.

"Hey, you guy, do you think I'm dirty? I shower every day and wash my hands carefully after going to the toilet. Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?"

"What did you just say?"

Daimaru turned his head and asked Uzumaki Naruto who was yelling in confusion.

"Don't ignore me, bastard!"

"Be quiet and pay attention to your image!"

Shiranui Genma suddenly spoke up and stopped the blond boy from doing anything.

"Today, you are the protagonists, and everyone is watching! Stop wandering around, stand up and face the audience!"

Seven of the eight genin candidates were already present, and bursts of cheers rang out from the stands.

Uzumaki Naruto, who had never received attention before, was not a good person. For the first time, he heard everyone's expectations and encouragement for him.

Most of the classmates who were eliminated early were in the stands. Hinata Hinata, who had just parted, also followed Inuzuka Kiba into the venue.

This was the first time that he could show his strength to others in public. Uzumaki Naruto, who had endured many years of bad words and rejection, was stunned for a moment.

"When I think about being judged by these potato-like guys, I don't know why I can't be happy!" 』

Daimaru took a deep breath, took out his kunai, pointed the edge of the sharp blade to the light, and trimmed his temples.

"What do you think of my new hairstyle? In order to give the hairstylist more options, I deliberately grew my hair for a month! It took more than an hour to do it yesterday..."

The turban that Suna Ninja often used has been out of use for a long time. Her messy short hair has long grown to the point where it can be used as a bird's nest. It wasn't until yesterday that she made up her mind and repaired it properly.

Gaara on the right was motionless. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't want to talk to Daimaru at all.

Kankuro on the left said angrily:

"I've wanted to say it for a long time. Your face really doesn't deserve such an arrogant hairstyle."

"How is that possible? Although my previous thick skin and prickly hair matched me well, they were not domineering at all. Now, at first glance, this one is not a bitch that doesn't even deserve the name..."

"I really don't know the so-called confidence..."

Kankuro sighed and said helplessly,

"Also, what's going on with your inexplicably slightly curly hair?"

"Actually, I have naturally curly hair. I couldn't tell if my hair was short before. After it grew longer, I spent a little time straightening it every day. It was quite hard."

"Are you really willing to spend your time doing such boring things?"

"How could it be boring? This is a very important thing!"

It obviously took a long time to get my hair done. It has been almost a day, but no one has even given me a few compliments. It's really strange.

The front bangs that were just above the eyebrows were scattered, and the slightly longer and slightly curly hair was like brown flames blown by the breeze.

Put on sunglasses and headphones, and change your hair color, and you'll be the ninja version of Manchi Kawagami.

When Daimaru entered the hair salon, he immediately fell in love with the look in the display window, which he spent a lot of money on.

"Temari, look, isn't it great? It shows my brave soul that I can't hide!"

Temari turned away and said indifferently:

"The hairstyle is good, but when paired with your face, it makes you look like a funny character. In addition, I think what you need is not a manly spirit of bravery, but a sense of shame."

"No way? I obviously think it's good..."

There must be something wrong with the aesthetics of the ninja world! When Daimaru becomes famous, it will definitely change everyone's opinion.

Successful people are not criticized. This is a universal truth.

Maybe when the time comes, someone will tout the smell of your farts.

Uzumaki Naruto looked at the grimacing Daimaru with disdain, covered his mouth and asked in a low voice to Aburame Shino:

"Is that arrogant Sand Ninja puppet master such a funny character? It feels so different from before..."

"I don't know, I'm not familiar with him!"

"Okay! Then do you know why Sasuke is not here? And Kabuto-senpai..."

"The person they are most familiar with here is you..."

Uzumaki Naruto, as a teammate and acquaintance, didn't know how the others could figure it out.

At this moment, on the rostrum, the belated "Kazekage Fourth Generation" sat in his seat. Sarutobi Hiruzen stood up, and after a few simple words, announced that the third test of the Chunin Examination had officially begun. .

Shiranui Genma announced a new battle list on the spot, removing Yakushi Kabuto's name, leaving Uzumaki Naruto and Hyuga Neji in the first round, and letting the others wait in the lounge.

"Uchiha Sasuke, it turns out he didn't arrive!" 』

Temari, whose face was as dark as water, looked at Daimaru calmly, with a slight foreboding feeling in her heart.