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Failing the exam like he planned to do wasn't hard at all. He halfheartedly swiped at Hatake a few times, let Hatake kick his butt around the training ground (maybe "let" was a strong word; it's not like there was much he could do to stop it), and that was about it. Thinking back, Sasuke isn't sure how in the world his not-team would've passed even if they wanted to.
While he might be in trouble with Kimura and the Hokage later, he didn't really care; there was no way he was trusting Uzumaki and Haruno to have his back, and Hatake seemed a bit suspicious as well.
Apparently though, the two weren't the only people he was in trouble with. Some old fogeys (he's one to talk, Mr. How-Old-Am-I-Again?) summoned him to have a chat. They had some lovely tea together while they tried to intimidate him into accepting some offer to expedite his promotion. Refusing them, politely, took way too much effort, and the elders didn't seem like they had given up. They were likely just postponing the conversation for a later date.
Despite his initial impressions about this world, maybe he wouldn't be more free as a mercenary tied to the Leaf. And besides, his KPF job didn’t technically require him to be a Leaf ninja, right? Especially since Kimura was handling all the important stuff anyway…
Maybe he should just relax and enjoy his new life; he did enough back in his old life anyway, right?