Dead!
He was going to die!
Naruto—that arrogant blond idiot—was going to die!
As the black Ninja Sword, still in its sheath, emerged from the smoke, this was the thought in the minds of everyone present: the nine newly graduated Genin, including the dumbstruck Uzumaki Naruto himself, and the Genin from the other villages, whose faces changed in shock once the smoke cleared.
That strike was absolutely lethal.
If it had hit him!
Right now, two steps in front of Uzumaki Naruto's feet, the ground had cracked inch by inch, with fissures spreading outward like a spiderweb for more than an arm's length. At the center of those cracks, the black Ninja Sword lay quietly embedded in the ground at an angle, sheath and all, with nearly half its length buried beneath the surface.
If that sword had struck him solidly, it would have pierced straight through his body and left another fatal hole.
And judging from the sword's position, with even the slightest adjustment to the throwing angle, it could have punched through Uzumaki Naruto's chest.
That guy would have died for sure!
"Gulp..."
Then, in the next second, after that terrifying thought flashed through their minds, most of the Genin in the classroom swallowed in unison.
Just like Uzumaki Naruto, they gulped.
What kind of strength would it take to throw a Ninja Sword, sheath and all, halfway into the ground?
As they swallowed, that thought arose in all their minds without exception.
At that moment, they were not horrified over the blond idiot's fate, nor were they shocked by whether the sword had hit anyone.
They were shocked by the power of that throw!
If only the blade had been buried halfway into the ground, then, provided the sword was hard enough and sharp enough, it might