At that moment, the audience's cheers sounded especially grating to Shin.
"Why don't those who truly work hard receive the respect they deserve?"
His voice boomed like thunder, silencing every cheer in the arena.
"Why can you casually mock people who take this match more seriously than you do?"
"Why has this world become like this?"
Faced with his three consecutive questions, some audience members looked disdainful, some remained indifferent, and some fell into thought.
Yet not a single person stepped forward to answer him directly.
Then Shin raised his right hand and pointed at the ground beneath his feet. "This land once buried many predecessors of the ninja world..."
"They can all hear every one of your mocking voices."
His Sharingan, each eye bearing two tomoe, swept around the entire arena. "This kind of world is far too sad."
"..." The entire arena fell silent.
Nao clasped her shoulders with both hands, her body trembling slightly.
She was not frightened; she was so excited that she could barely control herself.
"Uchiha Shin... perhaps he can change..."
Her gaze toward the arena grew brighter and brighter.
"This guy really loves showing off..."
Although Nawaki thought that to himself, his tightly clenched little fists had already exposed his true feelings.
"This is the opponent I acknowledge..."
Orochimaru, who had emerged from the underground laboratory to get some fresh air, felt deeply conflicted.
Ninjas had far too much to bear.
He might have been a scientific madman, but his identity as a ninja still made him question the entire world.
"So, Shin, how will you change this ninja world..." Orochimaru seemed to be filled with anticipation for the future.
Chiken and Aoko both looked proudly at their youngest son, Shin, in the arena.
A child's growth was what made parents happiest.
"Shin