Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Inside the examination hall, the written test proceeded as scheduled.

More than 600 candidates sat upright at the wooden table, facing the blank exam paper, each with a different expression.

Some people had beads of sweat on their foreheads, some had shifty eyes, some had already quietly formed hand seals, trying to steal the answers from their neighbors with ninjutsu, while others closed their eyes, maximizing their sensory abilities to capture every flow of chakra and every transmission of information in the examination room.

The core of this written test is not the knowledge reserve, but a comprehensive examination of the three basic qualities of a ninja: intelligence gathering ability, the ability to distinguish between true and false information, and the awareness of teamwork and cooperation under high pressure.

The candidates displayed a variety of ingenious methods in copying, which were truly astonishing.

Some ninjas attached themselves to examiners with tiny listening insects, attempting to steal standard answers; some used illusion techniques to distract neighboring candidates, causing them to write down the information they needed while in a daze; and some used their superb body-flickering technique to quickly scan the contents of the exam papers in front of them the instant the proctor turned around.

Those ninjas from remote, resource-scarce countries, lacking sophisticated ninja tools and advanced ninjutsu, could only bite their fingertips, dip their senbon needles in blood, and write rapidly along the edges of the exam papers. The crimson bloodstains meandered across the paper, emitting a faint metallic smell.

Throughout the examination hall, numerous examiners disguised as examinees had already infiltrated the area. They either whispered among themselves, deliberately leaking dubious "information"; or scribbled furiously on paper, intentionally showing incorrect answers to their neighbors; or pretended to accidentally drop notes, enticing others to pick them up.

True and false, false and true.

All of this is to select qualified ninjas who truly possess the ability to discern intelligence.

In this examination hall rife with undercurrents, a few figures stood out.

Sakura Haruno sat in the middle-left of the examination room, her pen almost never stopping. Her expression was calm, her gaze focused, and the pen tip glided rapidly across the paper, making a continuous scratching sound. Those questions that seemed obscure and difficult to understand to other candidates were as easy as day for her. As one of the top students in her year in academic subjects, her theoretical knowledge was extremely solid, and her answering speed was astonishing.

Hinata Hyuga sat by the window in the exam room, also writing furiously. Her pure white eyes narrowed slightly as her gaze swept quickly across the exam paper; she hardly needed any time to think before the answers were already clear in her mind. Her writing speed was extremely fast, and her handwriting was neat and clear, just like her quick and decisive personality.

Not far away, Shikamaru rested his chin on his hand, his gaze slowly sweeping across the exam paper. His brows furrowed slightly, clearly finding some obscure knowledge points challenging. Although he possessed exceptional intelligence and was adept at reasoning and analysis, he couldn't help but feel a headache when faced with obscure historical events that required rote memorization and the formulas for obscure ninja tool materials.

Kimimaro sat in a corner at the edge of the examination hall, his face calm and composed. He was also unfamiliar with some of the obscure questions, but he did not panic. He simply skipped over the questions he didn't know, completed the ones he was confident in first, and then went back to them to think about them carefully.

Naruto, on the other hand, looked like he had a splitting headache and was in great pain.

He scratched his head, bit his pen, and frowned deeply as he stared at the dense text on the exam paper as if it were some kind of incomprehensible book. He sighed and scratched his head intermittently, looking like he was doomed.

However, if someone were to observe his eyes closely, they would notice that his gaze was not fixed on his own exam paper, but rather, through the reflection of light from the crystal chandelier above the exam hall, he was subtly capturing the answer of the candidate diagonally in front of him.

He was copying.

Meanwhile, Sasuke adopted a different strategy.

He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils turned blood red in an instant, with three tomoe slowly rotating in his eyes.

Sharingan, awakened.

His gaze, like an invisible thread, pierced through the gaps in the crowd and precisely locked onto the purple-haired, white-clad figure not far away—Hinata Hyuga's exam paper.

Full-speed replica.

His eyes quickly scanned Hinata's writing, his brain working at an extremely high efficiency, copying down the words and formulas one by one, and then quickly transcribing them onto his own exam paper.

However, when he finished copying the entire page and looked down to examine what he had transcribed, his pen suddenly stopped.

On the exam paper, the answers he had painstakingly copied seemed convincing at first glance, but upon closer examination, they were full of sarcasm and mockery.

For example, one answer to a question reads: "Sasuke's Sharingan is indeed very useful, but next time before peeking at someone else's exam paper, remember to hide your murderous intent first."

The answer to the other question was: "The correct answer to this question is XXX, but I believe that with Sasuke's intelligence, he should already know it, so there's no need for him to copy mine."

Sasuke's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the pen.

His lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

He knew, of course, that he had been discovered.

Those seemingly casual, satirical words were actually precisely timed to the exact moments he copied them. If he had copied them without thinking, they would have been disqualified for being too absurd. But if he had examined them carefully, he would have discovered that the satirical words actually contained clues to the real answer.

This was a way out that Hinata left for him.

It was also a well-intentioned reminder.

Sasuke remained silent for a moment, then sighed inwardly: As expected of Hinata... she is indeed a little bit stronger than me and Naruto.

Over the years, he had been relentlessly pursuing his goal, never letting up. He trained in the Sharingan, in Fire Release, in Taijutsu, and in everything he could to enhance his power. He believed he was close enough, perhaps even surpassing it.

But every time he thought he had caught up, the purple-haired girl in white would show him with her actions that she was still ahead.

He took a deep breath, stopped thinking, picked up his pen, crossed out the sarcastic words, and rewrote the correct answers one by one based on his memory and understanding.

In this written test, taking into account the wide age range of candidates and the uneven educational levels in different countries, the tenth question, which was originally the most difficult, was removed, and the overall difficulty was reduced to pave the way for subsequent practical screening.

Time passed by, second by second.

As the last rays of sunlight slanted in through the skylight, casting long shadows on the exam room floor—

Yakushi Kabuto walked up to the high platform.

He adjusted his glasses, his gaze slowly sweeping over the diverse expressions of the examinees below, his gentle smile still present. He spoke, his voice soft yet clearly carrying throughout the hall:

"Time's up."

"The written test is over."

The room fell silent for a moment, followed by a chorus of sighs, sighs of relief, and the crisp sound of pens hitting the table.

After everyone had calmed down a bit, Kabuto continued:

"Now, let me summarize the rules and essence of this assessment."

"This written test is not to assess your knowledge reserves, but rather the three core abilities that a ninja should possess when facing unknown information—"

"First, the ability to gather intelligence. Under conditions of limited resources and restricted environment, are you able to obtain the information you need through various means?"

"Second, the ability to distinguish truth from falsehood. In the flood of information, which is a mix of truth and falsehood, can you maintain a clear mind and distinguish what is credible and what is a trap?"

"Third, the wisdom of teamwork and making choices. When you find yourself unable to complete a task independently, are you able to set aside unnecessary pride and seek help from your teammates? When you discover that certain information will drag down the entire team, are you able to decisively discard it and move forward with a lighter load?"

His gaze became somewhat profound:

"Those eliminated this time are not the candidates who cannot answer the questions, but the unqualified ninjas who cannot distinguish between true and false information and are likely to drag the team down."

"A ninja is not fighting alone."

"A person who doesn't know how to trust their comrades, how to discern information, or how to make choices, can never become a qualified Chunin, no matter how strong they are personally."

The entire room fell silent.

Many test takers lowered their heads, lost in thought.

Kabuto smiled slightly and announced:

"So, what are the results of this written test?"

"All qualified."

"Advanced to the next round."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Those candidates who thought they had answered terribly and were prepared to be eliminated all showed expressions of disbelief, which then turned into ecstasy.

Those candidates who answered well but felt unfairly treated due to the rule change had some reservations but nothing to say.

The written exam has ended.

Immediately afterwards—

"boom--!"

With a loud bang, the side door of the examination room was suddenly pushed open by a tremendous force, and the door panel slammed heavily against the wall, making a deafening roar.

A fiery red figure strode into the examination room like a whirlwind.

The man had long, bright red hair that flew behind him. He wore a white combat suit embroidered with red swirling patterns and a wide black belt around his waist. He exuded a flamboyant and passionate aura.

Uzumaki Kushina.

She stood at the doorway, hands on her hips, her bright eyes sweeping across the room, a wide smile spreading across her face, her voice loud and energetic:

"Hey! Kids!"

"You must have had a tough time with the written exam! But don't get too excited yet—"

"The real test is just beginning!"

All the candidates were taken aback by her sudden entrance, and they stood there stunned, at a loss for what to do.

Behind her, a graceful figure followed discreetly and slowly.

Terumi Mei.

She remained as alluring and composed as ever, a faint smile playing on her lips, a stark contrast to Kushina's passionate and flamboyant style.

Behind the two, Yamato followed silently, his expression calm and he didn't utter a word.

The three stood side by side and jointly announced the content of the second exam:

"The Second Assessment – ​​The Forest of Death: A Battle for Survival!"

"Officially launched!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the candidates in the room turned serious.

……

The Forest of Death.

That was a primeval forest outside Konoha Village, sealed off by a barrier. It was home to all sorts of ferocious magical beasts and poisonous insects, with a complex and varied terrain, and hidden dangers everywhere.

Their mission is to compete with other teams for the "Sky Scroll" and the "Earth Scroll" in that perilous jungle, and reach the central tower within the allotted time.

On one side of the platform, Yamato and Yekura both breathed a sigh of relief.

Kushina's sudden entrance had given them quite a scare. Fortunately, the handover was completed without any major incident.

Only Kabuto Yakushi remained calm and composed, as if everything was within his expectations.

Staff began sorting through the mountain of exam papers piled up in the examination room.

When they turned to Hinata Hyuga's test paper, the Chunin in charge of organizing it suddenly froze.

He stared wide-eyed at the words on the exam paper, then couldn't help but gasp.

The exam paper appeared to be covered with densely written answers, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that more than ten different ninja code words were hidden within the text!

These coded messages are intricately interwoven, forming a nested structure that encrypts and hides the entire answer. Without mastering the corresponding decoding methods, it's impossible to decipher the true information. Even if one understands some of the coded messages, failing to grasp their logical arrangement can lead to being misled.

The level of secrecy is astounding.

Upon hearing the news, Kabuto rushed over, took the exam paper, examined it carefully for a moment, and a genuine look of admiration appeared in his eyes:

"amazing……"

"By interweaving more than ten coded codes and encrypting them layer by layer, the logical coherence and completeness of the answer can still be guaranteed..."

"Hinata Hyuga... truly exceptional talent."

He gently put down the exam paper, his gaze drifting towards the death forest outside the examination hall, where a bloody storm was about to break out, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

I wonder what kind of charm that girl will display in this brutal elimination round.

The Forest of Death.

The battle reached a fever pitch in an instant.

The detonation tags roared like continuous muffled thunder, echoing deep within the dense forest and startling flocks of birds into flight. The light from the clash of ninjutsu flashed and flickered among the treetops, illuminating faces that were either ferocious, terrified, or resolute.

The fighting was brutal and direct.

No rules, no referees, no timeouts.

Only the victors can move forward.

The loser is either eliminated or dies.

The temporary alliance between the squads shattered instantly upon discovering clues about the Heaven and Earth Scroll. One moment they were "allies" fighting side by side, and the next they might be stabbing each other in the back with kunai.

This is the world of ninjas.

Cruel, yet true.

Outside the examination hall, a huge crystal screen in the viewing area was transmitting everything in the forest to all the spectators in real time.

The civilians, watching the carnage on the screen, covered their mouths, their faces pale, their eyes filled with shock and fear. They had never imagined that battles between ninjas could be so cruel and bloody.

The dignitaries from various countries and the ninjas from the various villages stared intently at the screen, their gazes grave as they silently assessed the true strength of Konoha's new generation. The more they watched, the more apprehensive they became.

The younger generation in Konoha... is too strong.

It's unsettlingly strong.