Konoha: Who says that hunters can't play in the ninja world?

Ten minutes is long and short. At least for these dozen teenagers, ten minutes is enough for them to make choices, about themselves and about others.

"Ten minutes are up, make your choices." Kazama's voice was like an exam bell. It made them breathe a sigh of relief, but also made them nervous, as if they had moved from one torture to another.

The girl named Keiko stepped forward and said, "If you can only take two people, we hope you can take Sengoku and Nobita." Keiko clasped her hands together and held them in front of her chest, looking like a pleading. With her timid appearance, she looked quite pitiful. Fengjian wanted to laugh. She was a girl with ideas and knew how to use her advantage as a girl. If you were not their spokesperson, I would have almost believed it.

"reason."

"Sengoku is the most hardworking one among us. Apart from the missions every day, he insists on exercising. The only thing he lacks is the guidance of a teacher. As for Nobita, he is the youngest boy and has the best talent." As he spoke, he pulled two people out of the crowd.

Sengoku has a serious, bitter and vengeful face. Unlike Sasuke, who has an icy face that makes everyone feel that they owe him something, Sengoku has a blank expression that makes people feel distant. Just now, Kazama noticed that he was not sociable in the crowd. Everyone would ask him a question or two, but he would just nod and shake his head without any intention of speaking. He seemed quite aloof, but the people around him would discuss a few words with him and ask him what he thought, which showed that he had a high status in the team.

As for Nobita, he might as well be called a skinny chicken, with a body like a chicken cub. If it weren't for his normal complexion, Fukama would have seriously suspected that he was malnourished. He said that he was the most talented, but he didn't see that.

"There are only two of them, why don't you choose yourself?" Fengjian asked with interest.

"They are the most hopeful, and we have already been abandoned, but we just don't want to admit it. Maybe after a while, we will cancel our ninja identities and become ordinary people." Huizi said with a smile that made people feel distressed.

"They have the most hope and you have no hope, so you are willing to give the last chance to both of them, right?" Fengjian said this to all the young people.

Sengoku remained silent, just clenching his fists until they were shaking slightly. Nobita's tears were already welling up, and he tried hard not to let them fall. It was agreed that no one could refuse or cry, and whoever could continue to be a ninja would have to be blessed by the others.

"We are willing." Someone shouted through gritted teeth. Most people lowered their heads. No one objected, nor agreed. They watched the opportunity slip away. It was hard for anyone to feel good. No one spoke up to fight for it. It was a sign of their unity and friendship.

"Very good, this world is broken and disappointing, but there are always people who can see the warm side of disappointment. So, you are qualified. I will accept the two of them, and if you don't mind, you can also follow me." Kazama didn't say anything about accepting them. The rule of leading a team in Konoha is that three Genin accompany one Chunin or Jonin. If there are more, it will break the rules. Kazama doesn't mind breaking the rules, but he can't do it openly, at least before Kazama makes a firm statement.

"Why aren't you following me yet? Didn't you understand what I said?" Seeing that others were hesitant, Fengjian asked back patiently.

Nobita gently pulled Keiko's sleeve, and Keiko understood: "Friends, let's go and take a look."

The tree house is now a large training ground, and the twelve young warriors come here to train every day. Feng Jian brought a group of people and rushed in here in a mighty manner, attracting everyone's attention.

"Hey, Brother Fengjian, you bring so many little brothers with you?" This guy Ya is always not serious.

"Of course, there's nothing to do with just two or three kittens. If you want to lead someone, just lead a team. See, these are my new subordinates. I hope you can give me your guidance in the future." He boasted and laughed. Sometimes, friends would tease each other like this.

. . . . . .

"This will be your training base from now on. Everyone here is your senior. You can ask for advice on taijutsu, genjutsu, or ninjutsu. Of course, all of this will be after you complete the training tasks I assign. Now I just want to ask you one question: are you ready to go to hell? Answer me."

"Yes" xx. They are a group of forgotten puppies. Now they have a leader and hope, so of course they have to seize it. On the way here, they seem to have no communication, but in fact they have determined their choice from the looks they exchanged with each other.

"Well, Xiao Li, I leave it to you. I don't want to see them still have the strength to stand. Squeeze every last bit of their strength. Immediately, now."

Rock Lee is a physical arts expert. His training is not something that ordinary people can keep up with, so he usually trains physical arts alone. Now that he has a group of people accompanying him, Rock Lee's eyes are blazing with fire and his blood is skyrocketing.

"Young fellow students, it's time to show your youth. Follow me and charge." After saying that, his body shot out directly.

A group of people came here, and before they could talk, the training seemed to have begun. They started running in a daze. How could the beast-like ninja in front of them run so fast? He always led in the front, and then overtook them one lap, two laps, three laps.

Everyone cherished the hard-earned opportunity and persevered with gritted teeth until their brains lost the ability to think, until their bodies were out of control, until they completely lost consciousness.

The moment I fell down, I suddenly realized that lying down was so comfortable.

"When you wake up, come and eat. When you are full, massage each other and then rest for an hour." Feng Jian's order was very timely. Even when they just woke up, they had no time to think. They just blindly followed Feng Jian's command.

After eating the paste prepared by Fengjian with a "slurp", he continued to sleep either lying down or leaning against the bed.

"Shikamaru, tell me, how should I train them?" Kazama suddenly asked, stopping Shikamaru who was thinking of getting a bowl to try.

"That depends on what kind of ninja you want them to become. Just train them in a targeted way." Shikamaru gave the suggestion without thinking.

"Yes, targeted training, how could I forget my own ideas. Template, customize a template for them, give them a visible and tangible goal, and run in that direction. It's really dizzying." Fengjian punched himself on the head. He was emotionally influenced by the situation of this group of people today, and rationality was gone.

Now rationality needs to pay for the decisions made by emotion.

It was decided that they would have a Hell Week first to whet their appetite. A week of Hell Week training, like special forces training, would be enough for them to be reborn physically and mentally, and to grind away their laziness and impetuousness. A week would also be enough time for Fengjian to observe them and make corresponding plans.