Chapter 21: Anko-sensei, Can I Watch This for Free?
The first exam had just ended when a window suddenly shattered.
A figure burst inside, abruptly unfurling a black cloth that covered more than half of the blackboard. On it, several large characters were written in a flamboyant style:'Second Exam Proctor: Anko Mitarashi has arrived!'
A woman wearing a tan overcoat stood on the podium, one hand on her hip and the other raised high, her smile making everyone feel a bit uneasy.
"The candidates look pretty energetic! I am the proctor for the second exam, Anko Mitarashi! Are you all prepared for the journey through hell that's coming next?!"
The room fell silent. Only Ibiki Morino, standing nearby, clutched his forehead with a look of headache, clearly accustomed to this kind of entrance.
However, Uzumaki Naruto, standing in the crowd, wasn't focused on the proctor at all.
Naruto didn't look at the banner, nor did he hear clearly what the woman said. His blue eyes were currently fixed on the scenery beneath Anko's open trench coat.
He saw that fishnet bodysuit tightly hugging her body, fully showcasing the powerful curves of her upper body. Every inch of skin was pressed by the netting, exuding a wild aesthetic beauty.
[Good lord, is this really something I can see for free?]
[The person who designed this fishnet outfit is a goddamn genius! These perfect indentations, this looming sense of transparency... this is what you call professional aesthetic taste!]
On the surface, Naruto looked dazed, but his mind was already in an uproar.
[Compared to a shy, refined girl like Hinata, this thorny, wild mature older sister type is simply a masterpiece of another extreme. If I could tame her... tsk tsk.]
[Just imagine, if we were in an interrogation room with just the two of us and the door locked tight. Having her wear this fishnet, holding that whip in her hand, her originally high-and-mighty queen-like posture slowly turning into...]
Anko, who was maintaining her domineering pose on the podium, suddenly stiffened.
A translucent light screen suddenly unfurled in her mind, and a lazy male voice rang out simultaneously. Every word in that voice was teasing her.
Interrogation room? Door locked? And that... taming?!
As a Special Jonin from the Anbu, what storms hadn't Anko seen? Brutal interrogations and bloody battlefields were daily occurrences. But at this moment, the content being played by that thing in her head called the 'ninja world sky screen' made her heart race and face flush more than any Genjutsu could.
"Who... who is speaking?!"
Anko was so distracted by the voice that she lost her footing. Under the gaze of dozens of candidates, she actually slipped right off the podium and landed on her butt.
The banner that read 'Anko Mitarashi has arrived' came crashing down, wrapping her up like a rice dumpling.
"Pfft..." Below, Inuzuka Kiba couldn't help himself and almost laughed out loud.
Iruka was even more dumbfounded. Was this still the swift and decisive Anko? How could she trip on flat ground?
Anko wretchedly pushed the banner aside, her entire face turning bright red. Her lifelong reputation as Anko Mitarashi was ruined just like that!
Who was it? Which bastard was talking nonsense in her head?!
She looked around, her sharp gaze scanning the faces of the candidates. The voice was still continuing, and it seemed to be getting even more enthusiastic.
[Oh my, she actually fell? Is this the legendary 'gap moe'?]
[Tsk tsk, the way she's wrapped in the banner makes one's imagination run even wilder. If that banner slowly slid off, revealing the fishnet underneath... hiss, I can't think about it anymore, my nutrition won't be able to keep up.]
[And this posture, isn't it just right for coming from above... ahem!]
Anko was steaming with rage. Her gaze swept the room and finally locked onto the blonde, spiky-haired boy.
That brat in the orange jumpsuit had his mouth slightly open, wearing an innocent expression as if he were scared silly. His eyes were clear, looking even a bit stupid.
It's an act! It's definitely an act!
This little pervert's head is filled with images that could get him locked in prison for ten thousand years!
Just as Anko's hand gripped a Kunai, itching to rush down and give this brat who was teasing the proctor a taste of her Striking Shadow Snakes, the vibe in her head suddenly took a 180-degree turn.
The voice full of desire disappeared, replaced by a heavy sigh.
[Sigh, what a pity... such a top-tier mature older sister type is also a person of tragic fate.]
Anko's hand, ready to throw the Kunai, paused.
[That Cursed Seal Orochimaru left on her neck must hurt like hell every time it flares up, right? That bone-eroding, heart-piercing pain has to be endured alone in a corner. Despite being thrown away like trash by her master, she has to live her whole life in that pervert's shadow because of that seal.]
[If this top-tier body dies in the Fourth War or gets used by that hermaphrodite Kabuto, it would be a total waste of God's gifts, a crime against the aesthetics of the entire Ninja World.]
[That damn Cursed Seal... if I had a way, I'd really want to help her scrub it off.]
Boom!
Anko's pupils constricted violently.
The previous feeling was instantly washed away, replaced by a surge of complex emotions in her heart.
He knows?
This seemingly stupid Genjin brat actually knows her deepest secret? That is a taboo that even many Konoha Jonin aren't clear about, the root of her every nightmare—Orochimaru's Cursed Seal of Heaven!
Moreover, although that voice was still obsessing over her body, that last sigh carried an indescribable sentiment.
"This brat..." Anko's hand clutching the banner trembled slightly.
Just then, the cold mechanical voice of the ninja world sky screen echoed in her head, interrupting her thoughts.
[Ding!]
[Detected that key figure Uzumaki Naruto has generated high-intensity fantasies about you (including heavy Interrogation Play and physical desire), as well as deep sympathy for your fate.]
[Evaluation: This contradictory emotion, mixing extreme desire with tenderness for beauty, is the most lethal catalyst. He doesn't just want your body; he also wants to pull you out of your painful fate.]
[Rewards issued!]
[Obtained Ability: Cursed Seal Suppression - Evil Sealing Method Modified (Automatic Operation). Whenever the Cursed Seal becomes restless, this ability will automatically draw your Chakra to perform perfect suppression, completely isolating pain and erosion.]
[Obtained Skill: S-rank Ninjutsu - Hidden Shadow Many Snake Hands (Chakra consumption halved).]
In the next second, Anko felt a wave of coolness flow through the Cursed Seal on the back of her neck, which usually burned.
That cold Chakra that had tortured her for years actually quieted down, completely locked away by a force. Her body had never felt so light.
Anko subconsciously touched the back of her neck, her gaze changing completely.
It's actually real!
"Ahem! What are you doing, Anko? Clean up this mess," Iruka, seeing Anko still dazed, had to remind her in a low voice.
Anko snapped out of it, took a deep breath, stood up, and tossed the banner aside.
But she didn't strike a flamboyant pose again. She just narrowed her slender eyes, her gaze crossing the crowd with great aggression to take a deep look at Naruto.
[Interesting. Want to train me in an interrogation room, do you? Want to help me scrub off the Cursed Seal, do you?]
Anko licked her lips, her mouth curling into a dangerous arc.
"Listen up, you trash!"
She regained her boisterous, loud voice.
"I'm here to weed out you useless fellows. Want to participate in the second exam? Then sign this life-and-death waiver! If you die in there, don't blame me for being unkind!"
"Now, everyone follow me to Training Ground 44—the Forest of Death!"
With a rustle, the candidates began to stand up one after another.
Naruto walked out with the crowd, yawning while still reminiscing about the view from that fall.
[Not bad at all, that glimpse of her inner thigh just now... looks like these Chunin Exams won't be too boring. Whatever with Orochimaru, as long as Anko-sensei doesn't get bullied too badly.]
Just as he was thinking this, the system notification, which usually had very low presence, suddenly popped up in his ear.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations host: Your 'Old Pervert Soul' has triggered extreme shame and intense emotional fluctuations in Anko Mitarashi.]
[Obtained System Reward: Fire Release: Great Dragon Fire Technique.]
[Note: This technique's power is increased by 30%, and it comes with a 'Dragon Roar' sound effect when cast. Posturing effect: Perfect Score.]
Naruto stumbled, nearly bumping into Sasuke in front of him.
"Hey, dead last, don't you have eyes when you walk?" Sasuke brushed off his clothes in disgust.
Naruto didn't pay him any mind at all, instead laughing wildly in his heart.
[Holy crap?! What did I do? I was just silently appreciating the teacher's beauty in my head, and I can get a reward for that? Great Dragon Fire Technique? Isn't that the flashy Ninjutsu Sasukelearns later?]
[Could it be... my charm is already so great that even a look can make girls submit? Sigh, my damn personal charisma. Anko-sensei must have seen how handsome I am and couldn't resist giving me a little extra something.]
Naruto covered his mouth and snickered, looking like a petty person who had just gotten his way.
Walking behind him, Hinata silently lowered her head, her two index fingers nervously poking each other.
Hinata's face was very hot.
"Naruto-kun... actually likes... that kind of style?"
"If... if it's fishnets... I... I'm not opposed to buying a set..."