He moved on.
The first barrier was a log wall with handholds carved into the side.
Climbing it is easy. Too easy. What's on the other side?
He crouched at the base, pressing his ear to the wood. The faint hum of chakra.
Explosive tags. A burst trap set to punish the overeager.
He didn't climb. Instead, he looped wire around a kunai and tossed it over the wall, pulling it taut until it hooked something. Then he yanked.
A dull boom shook the wall, and black smoke wafted over the top.
Good. One less surprise.
He circled left, using a low ditch as cover.
Every step was measured. Every movement deliberate.
He reached the center tower — a small wooden post surrounded by dummy sentries — and slipped two smoke bombs into the dirt.
The dummies weren't alive, but the chūunin controlling them were. When they reacted to the smoke, he darted in, cutting a straight path to the tower.
The scroll was waiting on a hook at its center.
He snatched it and vanished back into the smoke.
Five minutes later, he dropped the scroll at the instructor's feet.
he blinked. "Five minutes. That's… fast."
Reiji said nothing.
'How was I supposed to take longer with this stupid test? Geez, it's no wonder all these academy idiots are so stuck up if they consider something like this hard'
'I wasn't aware that they had people who could perform puppet arts, although; i guess its not that crazy that they could reverse engineer this stuff... makes me wonder.'