Damaru said so much, what made the children who had been through the test for several days happy is the qualification of a formal ninja.

Since they became sensible, they received the education to become ninjas. When the graduation test was eliminated, the at a loss and despair was still unforgettable.

The young men who had never received the clear promise of Damaru, and some of the fears of gains and losses have finally let go of their hearts.

Although there are only nine places, it means that nearly one-third of the thirteen people present will be eliminated.

But where is there no competition to become a ninja? Losers who have been hit once are lucky to have extra opportunities.

What's more, the pass rate of about two-thirds is already very high, and you don't need to be at the top. As long as you perform well and be better than the few people at the bottom, it's enough.

The facts are not in front of you, and how many young and energetic teenagers will feel that they are the worst?

"Quiet, don't be too happy too early..."

Daimaru interrupted the boys and girls who were excited and noisy because of Daimaru's words.

"Although the village gave me a few places, it may not be you. Maybe you are all unqualified and all of them will be eliminated..."

In an instant, a little excited thought was poured into a basin of cold water by the pocket of his head.

"I don't know if you are lucky if you are attracted by me! No matter what, it is certain to work hard next. Since you want to be a ninja, don't think I will treat you as kindly as the teacher at the Ninja School. I'm not asking you to play ninja games..."

Daimaru, who had a malicious and evil smile on his face, waved his hand, and Qian, who had been waiting for a long time, unveiled the curtain in front of everyone, revealing the half-body winged armor that had been accurate long ago.

"All these are for us?"

The little girl with short-haired black hair closest to Damaru looked excitedly at the metallic wing armor.

There are thirteen pairs in total, with the same appearance, but different colors, red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue, purple, white, black. Brown, pink, gray, and brown are arranged in one shape. The half-body armor, including helmets and goggles, is equipped with a pair of large-angle V-shaped flying wings with a wingspan of nearly two meters five meters. At first glance, it looks like a crane flapping its wings to fly.

Even if you have seen it in light projection or even used it in illusion, the shock feeling that it brings when you really appear in front of you is still different.

"If you want to make it something that belongs to you, you have to work hard. Choose one for each person, and in the next two months, it will be your most important partner. The color is the code name for your training until I agree to write your name on the ninja registration card! I think you probably don't want to be together, and the name will not be remembered in the end!"

...

The trainees have all gone back, so of course they can't take away the wing armor.

Daimaru looked blankly at the wing armor, which held his great hope. He spent a lot of effort to turn these designs on paper into physical objects.

The material value of a single set of wing armor is higher than that of an ordinary puppet. Including the labor costs and the favors of asking for help from those puppet masters, as well as the tangible and intangible support from the village, just a few students who just graduated from ninja school want to own it?

With the family background of those teenagers, they may not be able to afford a winged armor for a lifetime.

Thirteen ninja tools that almost cover the entire puppet master of the Sand Hidden Village work together. The benefits involved are amazing. Daimaru does not have such a big appetite and cannot swallow it all and distribute it to others. This not only speeds up the manufacturing speed of the wing suit and does not drag down the progress of forming an air team, but also allows others to share some of the pressure, making Daimaru less eye-catching.

Too greed is not a good thing, and money is not that important than the qualification of the ninja. You can earn it again if you lose money, and the chances of ninja promotion are not available at all times.

Nara Shikamaru is a lesson from the past. Even if everyone understands that he has the strength of Chunin, he has not even gained the opportunity to perform in the Chunin exam, and the hard-won promotion task has failed. So until now, the next opportunity to be promoted to Chunin is still far away.

Daimaru never forgot his ninja identity for a moment. He could not lose his big things because of small things and delay his business for some money.

"Damamaru, you just said something like a great man who is in power and acts recklessly, full of majesty..."

Qian smiled and said.

"If you really have majesty, you don't need to pretend to be evil..."

Daimaru smiled and shook her head,

"A real big man doesn't need to pretend to show his power; the more humble a little man is, the more he needs to show off his chicken feathers in his hands, otherwise who will listen to you?"

Once the power is in hand, I will take the order!

If Daimaru had not held the key to becoming ninjas in his hand, he would not have listened to Daimaru's instructions with his eyebrows down.

There are not many people with good tempers in Sandun. Do you really think that fists can defeat everything? There is no conflict of interest, and the "Red Sand Dust" is just a big deal in their eyes.

"I thought you were already number one person at least, but it turned out to be far from it..."

These days, Chiwa Yemu, who had also enjoyed the pleasure of being domineering in a domineering manner, almost had the illusion of pulling flags and fired cannons to pull the mountain, but was exposed by Daimaru without mercy.

"What good things are you thinking? If you don't take it yourself, others won't take you seriously. I am just a Zhongnin, and I can scare these little kids who have no knowledge. When they become formal ninjas, if I haven't made any progress, it will probably be difficult for me to command them..."

"Not to say, maybe they will be grateful to you. If there is no such opportunity, they will not even be a ninja..."

Damaru sneered:

"You are too naive. Maybe they will think that I didn't pick them and there will be a more brilliant future waiting for them. Anyway, they can enjoy it at will! Eternity is difficult to last forever. If there is no benefit, the mere grace of support is not worth mentioning! Besides, I just want to take advantage of the situation to make myself a sushi and increase the bargaining chips for me Aara to ascend to the position of the Five Generations of the Wind Shadow. Hold them firmly in my hands and be trapped in the whirlpool of power and profit, not my wish..."

Daimaru's vision has never been on this small, one-third-point land. Since he did not intend to compete for the position of Fengying Five Dynasties, he naturally would not focus on fighting for power, business wars and farming, and conspiracies.
Chapter completed!