"Don't be so hard on yourself, Sasuke. You're skilled enough that with my sterling reputation and your talent, I'm sure I could get you blamed," Itachi assured his younger brother. Actually, he doubted it. He wasn't known for mischief, but sadly no one would think he would be stealing Sasuke's ideas.

"I haven't been Chuunin in...more tan six years now. Do you really think I can remember what was considered a Chuunin level genjutsu?" Itachi spoke absently, already pondering genjutsu levels and more typical casting techniques versus atypical methods the children would be far less likely to recognize.

Perhaps he should ask himself if he had genin, what level of competence would he expect from them before he sent them into the exams and expected them to succeed? From there he should lower his standard a fraction, slightly, as this wasn't the final stage of the exam.