The entire arena fell silent.
Every single spectator stared in shock at Hoshino Yoru's right arm.
His entire arm had transformed into a massive, eerie, flowing substance.
"What… what is that?! That's terrifying!"
"The temperature… it's insane!"
"Yoru is so cool!!"
Within that arm surged a destructive force.
The scorching heat dyed the ground beneath him a glowing red.
"This… is definitely not Fire Release," Hiruzen Sarutobi said slowly after observing closely.
"And… I didn't see him form any hand seals."
"Hiruzen!"
A gloomy middle-aged man beside him spoke coldly.
"There's no doubt—this is a rare talent with a unique ability! Hand him over to me. I'll forge him into the sharpest weapon!"
"Silence, Danzo Shimura!"
Hiruzen's gaze turned sharp.
"This child will be taken as a disciple by my student."
"Hiruzen! You already refused to give me Minato Namikaze!"
Danzo's face darkened with anger.
"And now you want to take Hoshino Yoru as well?!"
"Danzo!"
Hiruzen's voice carried absolute authority.
"I am the Hokage. Do you have a problem with my decision?"
At this time, Hiruzen was in his prime—his reputation as the "Professor" echoed throughout the ninja world.
Within the village, his iron grip over power was unquestionable.
"…Hmph!"
Danzo ultimately did not dare openly defy him.
With a cold snort, he sat back down, his expression grim.
…
"So… that's Hoshino Yoru."
Not far away, Mikoto's father, Uchiha Han, watched Yoru intently.
As a father, there was no way he wouldn't know about the boy who walked his daughter home every day.
But only after learning that Yoru was a renowned genius of the academy—
Did he decide to observe him personally.
The Uchiha clan was divided into two factions.
One faction—led by the clan head—held most of the power and focused solely on their own clan's interests, resenting Konoha for not allowing them into the core leadership.
The other faction—led by Uchiha Han—
Though supported by fewer members, believed that the Uchiha must fully integrate into Konoha and place the village above all.
Now, the clan head's faction was growing stronger—
And Han's faction was under increasing pressure.
If Yoru could grow into a decisive force in the future—
Then as a father, he would not oppose what might happen between Yoru and Mikoto.
…
"You… what kind of bizarre jutsu is that?!"
Hyuga Anshin shouted in shock.
Even his Byakugan couldn't see through Yoru's right arm!
"Enough talk."
Yoru's eyes turned cold.
"Come and die!"
Whoosh—
He lunged forward instantly.
Magma—Flame Fist!
"Damn it! Don't get cocky!"
Feeling the terrifying heat rushing toward him, Anshin finally chose to defend.
"Eight Trigrams Palm—Rotation!"
A massive surge of chakra burst from his body.
Spinning like a top, he formed a hemispherical barrier of chakra around himself.
Bang!
"My… my chakra is burning?!"
"What kind of terrifying jutsu is this?!"
That single punch—
Shocked everyone present!
Even the Jonin and clan heads in the stands widened their eyes in disbelief.
And among them—
The Hyuga clan's Second Elder wore an especially grim expression.
The Hyuga clan's famed absolute defense—
Eight Trigrams Rotation—
Had been shattered by a single strike.
The moment Yoru's magma fist made contact—
The chakra barrier ignited, collapsed, and disintegrated instantly!
Then—
The overwhelming force behind the attack followed.
Anshin's chest caved in slightly as he was sent flying backward in a miserable state.
"Cough…!"
He clutched his chest, the burning pain spreading through his body.
Blood spilled from his mouth as he stared at Yoru—
Like a demon standing amidst destruction.
"N-No… impossible…"
His eyes were filled with terror.
"My Rotation… was broken so easily?!"
"Damn it!"
The cheers for Yoru and the jeers toward himself echoed through the arena—
Each sound stabbing into his pride.
"Gentle Fist Secret Art—Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms!"
Anshin roared, veins bulging across his face.
"You've already entered my domain!"
"You've lost for sure, you brat!"
A massive Eight Trigrams diagram spread beneath his feet—
Enveloping Yoru within it.
"I already told you—"
Yoru dug his left hand into his ear casually, completely unfazed.
"You talk way too much, you idiot."
"There's only one outcome for you—"
"You'll just become another name among those I've defeated."
"Damn you! Take this!"
Anshin's rage reached its peak.
If he kept listening—
He felt like he might die from anger alone.
"Fool."
Yoru looked at him coldly as Anshin charged in recklessly.
"You're using your flesh… to clash against magma?"
"Magma—Flame Fist!"
Yoru threw out a full-powered punch.
The terrifying heat surged forward—
Completely engulfing the horror-stricken Anshin.
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