The metal fence stretched before them, an imposing, jagged barrier, a portent of the brutality that awaited them on the other side. The air was heavy, thick with the smell of damp earth and the subtle rot of an ecosystem that didn't forgive mistakes. The Forest of Death.
Anko Mitarashi stood before the crowd of genin, her smile a mixture of euphoria and sadism. The black banner with purple letters that had announced her arrival still waved behind her, a reminder that the intellectual part of the exam had ended abruptly.
"Alright, maggots! Listen up, because I'm not going to repeat myself," her voice echoed, cutting through the tense silence. "This is the second phase of the Chūnin Exam. And your battlefield is training ground number forty-four, better known to all of you as the Forest of Death!"
A nervous murmur spread through the rookies. Kiba let out a low growl, and Akamaru whimpered inside his jacket. Shikamaru yawned, already declaring the situation a total drag.
"The Forest of Death? What an original name," he muttered to himself, though Chōji heard him. "Couldn't they have called it 'The Park of Painful Pranks'? It sounds less troublesome."
Chōji swallowed, the sound audible in the stillness.
"I don't like the 'painful' part. Do you think there's anything to eat in there?"
"Only if you like your food to bite back," Shikamaru replied with a shrug. "What a drag."
Anko's smile sharpened, as if she had heard his disinterest from across the clearing.
"The objective is an all-out survival battle for these," Anko continued, holding up two scrolls, one with the kanji for "Heaven" and the other for "Earth." Her fingers toyed with the edges, a gesture that emphasized the weight of the decision they all faced. "Each team will receive one of them. Your mission is to get the opposing scroll by any means necessary. Force, deception, stealth… I don't care. Once you have both, you must bring them to the tower located in the center of the forest."
She paused, savoring the weight of her next words. An overconfident genin from the Rain let out an arrogant chuckle. Gaara of the Sand didn't even blink, but the sand in his gourd swirled subtly, with an expectant energy.
"You have a time limit of five days to complete the task. And one more thing…" her smile widened, turning predatory, "…in this forest, don't expect any help. There are giant beasts, poisonous plants, leeches the size of your arm, and, most dangerous of all, the other teams. Deaths are not only possible, they're likely. That's why, before you enter, you will all have to sign this consent form."
A chūnin began distributing the papers with grim efficiency. The air grew even heavier. Sakura took the form with a steady hand. The word "death" was no longer a theoretical concept for her. She saw Gatō's face, his empty eyes, the clean cut of her strings. The weight of that memory didn't pull her down; on the contrary, it strengthened her.
I'm not the same girl who trembled during the bell test, she thought, her gaze fixed on the text without really reading it. I've already seen death. I've caused it. This paper… this warning… it's too late. I'm already in the war. This isn't an exam. It's the next step of the mission Naruto entrusted to us: protect Sasuke, survive, and get stronger. There is no other option.
She signed without a tremor in her hand. Her name, Sakura Haruno, was the confirmation of a promise made in a dark cave.
Sasuke didn't even read the text. His signature was a quick, aggressive slash across the paper. Death was an old acquaintance, not a threat.
Consent?
he thought, an icy fury swirling inside him. I didn't consent to the death of my clan. I didn't consent to my brother becoming a monster. The world doesn't ask for permission to take what you love. Only the weak offer it. This exam isn't a danger. It's a tool. An opportunity. Every one of these trembling fools is a stepping stone I will use to reach him. And if I have to sign a piece of paper to do it, so be it.Hinata took the form, her fingers grazing the paper with a delicacy that contradicted the steel-like resolve in her eyes. Her signature was careful, almost calligraphic.
Naruto-kun is out there, alone, was her only thought. He's fighting his own battle, trusting us to fight ours here. He gave us this power so we would survive, so we would protect our comrades. Protect Sasuke-san. That is the mission. This forest isn't the exam. It's the first step of the promise we made him. I will not fail.
As they waited for the gates to open, Hinata turned to her team. Her face, framed by her long, dark hair, was a mask of serene determination.
"Kiba-kun, Shino-kun," her voice was soft, but without the slightest trace of the stutter that had once defined her.
Kiba, who was about to make a joke about Akamaru's breath, fell silent instantly, surprised by her tone. The Hinata before him was not the same one who had entered the academy.
"I have a proposal. An alliance."
Kiba arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms.
"An alliance? With who? We can handle this ourselves, Hinata! Akamaru and I are ready to kick some ass! Besides, why should we carry anyone else? Team 7 is incomplete. They're a liability, not a help."
"Because brute force isn't the only variable in a long-term survival battle," Hinata replied, her calm disarming Kiba's bravado. "Our best chance of survival and success is to cooperate. Team 7, despite their numerical disadvantage, possesses unique skills that complement our own. You aren't thinking in terms of numbers, Kiba-kun, but in terms of assets."
"Assets?" Kiba repeated, skeptical. "What assets? Naruto's not here. We're left with the Uchiha, who probably won't even talk to us, and Sakura."
"Exactly," Hinata confirmed. "You're underestimating them," she said, and there was a firmness in her voice that made Kiba look at her again, more attentively. "Sakura Haruno is a top-tier strategist, and her sensory abilities are unconventional, but extremely effective for terrain control and trap detection. And Sasuke Uchiha, despite his personality, is the genin with the most refined taijutsu of our generation. His offensive power is undeniable. We are a tracking and containment team. They are an assault and analysis team. Together, we have no blind spots."
Shino adjusted his glasses, analytical as always, his insects buzzing under his coat in agreement.
"Your logic is sound, Hinata. The synergy between your eyes and Sakura Haruno's analytical ability would increase our detection range by a considerable factor. The reason is that we would cover both the long-range visual spectrum and short-range sensory detection. A nearly impenetrable defense. My kikaichū could act as a third layer of reconnaissance and sabotage, identifying scent and heat signatures to complement your chakra vision. We would be an almost perfect reconnaissance and containment unit. I accept."
Kiba looked at Hinata, then at Shino, and finally sighed, defeated by the crushing logic. Akamaru whined, as if he agreed too.
"Fine, fine. You convinced me, brainiacs," he grumbled. "We'll form the super team of Konoha weirdos. But if that smug Uchiha starts giving orders, I'm not responsible for what happens. And just to be clear, I'm still the leader of this pack."
Hinata offered him a small, serene smile. "Leadership is shown through actions, Kiba-kun, not words."
On the other side of the waiting area, Sakura faced her own challenge. She approached Sasuke, who stood with his back to her, watching the forest as if he were already hunting.
"Sasuke-kun, we need to talk."
"I have nothing to talk to you about," he replied without turning. His voice was flat, devoid of everything but a contained irritation.
"This isn't about you or me," Sakura said, planting herself beside him. She forced herself not to be intimidated by his icy aura. Naruto trusts my brain. Use your brain, not your emotions. "This is about the mission. About surviving this. Naruto asked us to find allies," she insisted, her voice firm. "Team 8 is willing to cooperate. Hinata..."
"Well, well! Is Forehead trying to be a leader?"
Ino Yamanaka's voice was like a dart, sharp and filled with their lifelong rivalry. She stepped between them with a practiced grace and malicious intent, a mocking smile on her lips.
"Give it up, Sakura. Sasuke-kun doesn't need a burden like you, much less that group of freaks. The bug-freak, the dog-boy… and the stutterer? Please. Sasuke-kun and I can handle this exam on our own. Our team is complete."
"Ino, this isn't a game," Sakura retorted, her patience wearing thin. The memory of Naruto's warning about Orochimaru was a fire in her mind. There was no time for this foolishness. "Your childish obsession is going to get you killed. And worse, it'll get your team killed."
"Childish obsession?" Ino scoffed, moving closer to Sasuke and clinging to his arm, though he made no move. "Or are you just jealous, Forehead? Jealous that Sasuke-kun knows who the strongest and most beautiful kunoichi in Konoha is."
"Rivalry has no place here, Ino-san. Survival does."
Hinata's calm, clear voice joined the conversation. She had approached without either of them noticing. Her serene presence, the way she stood tall, the complete absence of shyness, threw Ino completely off balance. She looked at Hinata as if seeing her for the first time—not as the weird girl from the Hyuga clan, but as a contender.
"You…" Ino began, but the words got stuck. The change in Hinata was so palpable, it was something her brain couldn't process.
"Your Mind Transfer Jutsu is a formidable espionage tool, Ino-san," Hinata continued, her tone analytical and respectful. "But it leaves you completely vulnerable. In an open battle like this, using it without a team to protect your body is suicide. An alliance would provide you with the security perimeter you need to use your clan's abilities effectively. It is a matter of resource optimization."
Hinata's cold, tactical logic left Ino speechless. It wasn't an insult, but a devastatingly correct analysis. Shikamaru, watching from a distance, raised an eyebrow, genuinely interested.
Taking advantage of the interruption, Sakura turned back to Sasuke, ignoring Ino completely. Her voice was pure strategy.
"Hinata is a first-rate sensor. Her eyes, combined with my chakra network, would give us an almost absolute defensive advantage. We can detect any threat from hundreds of meters away, analyze their capabilities, and prepare a counteroffensive before they even know we're there. It's the most logical move. Your pride won't do you any good if you get stabbed in the back because you didn't see the enemy coming."
Sasuke finally turned. His gaze was cold, but there was a flicker of calculation in it. He had witnessed Hinata's power at the village gate. The humiliation still burned, a constant reminder that he had been outmatched, but the logic was irrefutable. Sakura's description of an impenetrable defense appealed to his survival instinct, his need for every possible advantage.
That girl… the Hyuga… her speed is abnormal, he thought, the memory of her bout with Kakashi replaying in his mind. And Sakura… her confidence is irritating, but her analysis is correct. If what she says is true, having them nearby means no one can surprise us. It means I'll always have the chance to strike first.
Pride screamed at him to refuse, to prove he didn't need anyone. But the colder, more pragmatic part of himself, the one he had learned to listen to in the silent nights of the Uchiha compound, reminded him that a survivor uses every tool at his disposal. And right now, they were the best tool.
"Ridiculous," he hissed, the word an automatic reflex of his wounded pride. "I don't need babysitters."
He paused, his pride warring with his pragmatism. The image of the Sharingan in his mirror at home flashed in his mind. He needed strong opponents to master it. He needed to survive to find them. And to survive, he needed to not get ambushed by a team from the Rain or the Sound while he slept.
"Hn. Just don't get in my way."
Sakura nodded, accepting the reluctant victory. The alliance, as fragile as it was, was sealed. Ino stared at her, furious at being ignored and defeated on grounds she didn't even understand. She stalked off with a huff, dragging Shikamaru and Chōji with her.
"This isn't over, Forehead."
"I never doubted it," Sakura replied without looking at her.
As they waited, the two newly allied teams grouped together, though the atmosphere was strange. Kiba tried to size up Sasuke with a glare, Akamaru growling softly. Sasuke ignored him with monumental coldness, creating a void around himself. Sakura positioned herself as an awkward bridge between the two groups, while Hinata and Shino remained in analytical silence.
It was then that a voice full of almost painful enthusiasm broke the tension.
"Sasuke-kun! Sakura-san! I see the flame of youth burns brightly in you today!"
Rock Lee, in his bright green jumpsuit and impossibly thick eyebrows, appeared before them, vibrating with energy. Neji and Tenten followed with expressions of resignation.
"This forest will test our will! Let us make a promise, Sasuke-kun! That if we should meet, we will fight with all the power of our youth as worthy rivals!"
Lee gave him a thumbs-up, his smile dazzling. Sasuke didn't even blink.
"Get lost."
"Such a cool and direct response! Your youth is truly great!" Lee exclaimed, not the least bit discouraged. He turned to Sakura. "And you, Sakura-san! Your cherry blossom will bloom beautifully on this battlefield! If you are ever in trouble, call my name and I will rush to your side, even if I have to cross the entire forest!"
Sakura remembered Naruto's warning. Ask Lee for help if you need it. The coincidence gave her goosebumps. She forced a small smile. "Thank you, Lee-san. I'll keep that in mind."
Lee looked like he was about to float away with happiness before Tenten dragged him back to their team. The brief interaction served only to highlight Sasuke's isolation even more.
A metallic crash made everyone turn. The proctors were unlocking the multiple gates surrounding the forest's perimeter. The sound of rusted metal was an agonizing screech that announced the start of the test.
Sakura and Hinata exchanged a final glance across the crowd. A silent pact.
We will survive.
Anko raised her hand, her smile reaching its peak of sadistic madness. The silence fell again, thick and expectant.
"The second test has begun!"
Her arm dropped with sharp finality.
"BEGIN!"