Seeing Makoto approaching him step by step, Onijuro panicked.
"I, I just wanted her to be my guide, to show me around Konoha. I, I didn't mean anything else!"
Hearing this, a group of Konoha's Ninjas and foreign tourists in the shop couldn't help but laugh.
'Did you even believe that yourself?'
Makoto's expression remained impassive, his steps never faltering.
Seeing the cold look in his eyes, Onijuro instantly understood… this man was serious.
Driven by extreme fear, he suddenly formed hand seals.
"Secret Technique: Senbon Shigure!"
Instantly, the hair at the back of his head began to move without wind, strands standing on end, transforming into dense needles.
The next moment, a rain of senbon shot toward Makoto in a torrential burst!
This was a secret technique of the Suikazan Clan, and the deceased Suikazan Fuguki had also known this move.
It seemed Jiraiya also had a similar technique.
"This lunatic!"
The customers in the shop changed expressions drastically. The range of Onijuro's attack was too wide… it could easily involve them too!
Hum—!
However, a sound like the high-speed rotation of a blade cutting through the air rang out.
Everyone turned to look and saw that a pale blue energy sphere had somehow formed in Makoto's right hand. The surface of the sphere was covered with high-speed rotating wind-blade shurikens.
He raised his hand and pushed it forward…
The hair senbon fired by Onijuro met the energy sphere and were instantly ground into dust!
"That's... the Fourth Hokage's!?"
Quite a few Konoha's Ninjas were dumbfounded.
Several among them who had once worked with Minato immediately recognized that this technique was extremely similar to the Rasengan developed by the Fourth Hokage.
That's right, this was exactly the unfinished form of the Wind Release: Rasenshuriken… the technique Naruto would later use to defeat Kakuzu.
However, the power of Makoto's version was not yet as strong as Naruto's at that time.
After all, this S-rank Ninjutsu consumed a massive amount of Chakra, and currently, Makoto's Chakra Reserves were far less than Naruto's as a Jinchuriki.
As for why he showed it off...
Well, mainly to show off in front of Mrs. Yukinoshita.
The next instant, Makoto's figure vanished from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was already right in front of Onijuro, the Wind Release: Rasenshuriken in his hand slammed against the man's chest!
"Ah—!"
With a miserable shriek, Onijuro was sent flying backward, smashing through the wall of the dessert shop, then through the Konoha gate behind it, disappearing into the forest beyond.
Then—
Boom!!!
A loud bang shook the sky.
A massive blue-white hemispherical shockwave exploded in the forest.
Looking closely, that shockwave was composed of countless tiny wind blades, spinning madly like a meat grinder.
And Onijuro was at the very center, visibly being ground into mincemeat by the countless wind blades.
By the time the shockwave subsided, the area within a hundred-meter radius had been reduced to barren land.
Not a blade of grass remained.
Gulp—
Everyone present, whether they were Konoha's Ninjas, foreign tourists, or Onijuro's temporary teammates, Suigetsu and Chojuro, all swallowed unconsciously.
'Wh-what kind of Ninjutsu was that?!'
Makoto turned to look at Mrs. Yukinoshita, his tone casual: "It's okay."
"Th-thank you..."
Hearing such a calm tone, Mrs. Yukinoshita felt an unprecedented sense of security… a feeling she had never experienced in her entire life.
Glancing at Onijuro, who had been reduced to mincemeat in the distance, she suddenly spoke with some concern: "Ma, Makoto-kun... you killed him, will that..."
Having been involved in politics, she knew very well how serious the consequences of killing a foreign representative could be.
Before Makoto could answer, another voice interjected.
"Oh dear… that's truly a frightening Ninjutsu."
Everyone turned to look. A mysterious man wearing an orange swirl-patterned mask, with a Kirigakure's forehead protector hanging on his arm, was approaching slowly.
"Tobi-sensei!"
Suigetsu and Chojuro called out simultaneously.
This was the Jonin Instructor assigned to them by the Kirigakure's higher-ups, also a temporary arrangement.
Hearing what the two called him, and seeing that iconic orange and black patterned mask, Makoto instantly guessed the man's identity.
There was nothing strange about this.
After all, the actual person in charge of Kirigakure now was Obito.
Besides, Orochimaru had also once disguised himself as the Jonin Instructor of the Otogakure's Genin trio to infiltrate Konoha.
Obito, wearing the mask, glanced at the remains of his 'student' in the distance, then turned to look at Makoto: "Nishikawa-san, you killed one of our Kirigakure students… that puts us in a difficult position."
"A difficult position?" Nishikawa Makoto sneered, "Then don't be in one."
He stared directly at the man's mask, his tone terrifyingly calm: "What? You want to start a war?"
At these words, the surrounding Konoha's Ninjas turned pale.
'Wait? This escalated to war?'
Obito behind the mask was slightly taken aback.
'This kid's personality was tougher than I had imagined.'
One of the reasons he had Kirigakure participate in this Chunin Exam was to take a look at Makoto… after all, this was the first person after his own teacher's death to learn the Flying Thunder God Technique.
'Though he was a disciple of that old man Sarutobi Hiruzen, his way of doing things was completely different from that weak and timid old bastard.'
'Quite tough indeed.'
"Haha~ This isn't something a small fry like me can decide."
Obito waved his hand, his tone frivolous, "But I will report this truthfully to the Mizukage-sama."
With that, he looked at his other two students: "Suigetsu, Chojuro… collect Onijuro's remains."
The two quickly ran over and sealed Onijuro's 'remains' into storage scrolls.
"Well then… see you during the actual exams."
Leaving these words, Obito led the two Kirigakure's Ninjas away.
...
"That was so cool!"
Sonoko exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.
She had come with her best friend, never expecting to witness such a scene.
Beside her stood Ran, Utaha, and Megumi, Makoto's three students, who had come to meet up with him.
Makoto turned to look at Mrs. Yukinoshita, "Sorry for messing up your shop like this."
Mrs. Yukinoshita shook her head: "No... as long as you're okay."
The way she looked at Makoto was even softer than before.
"Will there be any trouble?" She glanced worriedly at the retreating backs of Obito and the others.
If war really broke out over such a trivial matter, she couldn't imagine the accusations she would face.
"Don't be afraid." Makoto's tone was calm, "Even if something does happen, I'll handle it."
He paused, then added, "Later, go to the finance department to get compensated for the damages. Tell them I sent you."
The strong confidence in his voice made Mrs. Yukinoshita break into an involuntary smile.
She softly "mm-hmm"-ed and nodded.
Makoto then walked over to Utaha and the others: "I'm going to report this to the Third Hokage. You three help clean up here."
The three nodded.
Watching Makoto leave, Sonoko tugged at Ran's sleeve with a lovestruck expression: "Ran, Nishikawa-kun is really cool!"
Ran gave a dry laugh, long accustomed to her best friend's fangirling.
Utaha and Megumi looked utterly speechless.
But they had to admit: this murderous teacher of theirs was indeed quite charismatic.
Before long, the Yukinoshita sisters, having heard about the incident at their mother's shop, rushed over.
They had been staying in the village, not going on missions, focusing on their final preparations for the Chunin Exams.
Arriving at the scene and seeing the shop in shambles, they quickly went to their parents.
Yukino: "Dad, what happened?"
Haruno: "Mom, are you okay?"
Mr. Yukinoshita glanced at his wife, who was quietly cleaning up nearby, and laughed it off: "It's nothing, it's nothing, don't worry..."
Just then, Mrs. Yukinoshita looked up and said coldly:
"Useless."