| abstract | - The genin participants file into a crowded auditorium, and the dingy lights of the room flicker occasionally as each of the teams locate a place to be seated. Once all of the genin are seated and at attention, a jonin of the leaf steps forward with a stack of paper and pencils, and lays a document and pencil in front of each genin. Afterward, he walks to the front of the room, and turns to address the audience. "Listen here, you punks. I'm in charge here! Me! The big man himself, the one and only..." The odd jonin leaps onto a nearby table, strikes a pose with both thumbs up, and points them at himself. As he does, an expensive pair of mirrored sunglasses slips off of his head and shatters on the floor below. The eccentric ninja completely loses his composure, and leaps to the floor below, his mouth agape in despair. "Those... those cost me two months' salary." As he begins crying as he finishes his previous sentence, "I'm Konohamaru." After calming down and wiping off his face, he continues, "This is the written portion of the chunin exam. Each of you punks begins this exam with ten points. If your total points falls to six, you automatically fail the written portion, and will be withdrawn from the chunin exam. As you answer the ten questions on that document, your answers will be rated as correct or incorrect. Answer carefully and thoroughly. If you do not answer the tenth question of this exam, you will fail." He turns his back to the classroom, before continuing, "And one more thing, before you heathens start. If you are caught cheating in this exam, you will be expelled from the exam automatically." Smiling, he turns to face his captive audience once more, "Don't worry. I'm sure some of you will make excellent gutter trash, hobos, or prostitutes if you don't pass. Good luck, punks. You'll need it."
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