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... written exam hall like a guillotine falling.
Every Genin froze. Even the proctors leaned in, their interest piqued. The trap had been sprung, and the fear was palpable.
Classic Ibiki, many thought.
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Neji twirled a pencil between his fingers, bored. His exam sheet was already filled line after line with precise answers. Child's play.
And for the last time, he thought dryly, don't ask how a blind guy writ ...
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