Great Ball Rasengan!

"Without hand seals? That's a seal-less jutsu!? My god, he developed... an actual seal-less jutsu!?"

In the audience, a sharp-eyed upperclassman noticed Shinichi hadn't formed any seals. His startled cry instantly ignited shock across the entire venue.

"The level of chakra condensation and rotation speed... terrifying! Just looking at it feels overwhelmingly powerful!"

The crowd erupted into chaos—astonishment, disbelief, and fervent curiosity weaving together into a buzzing wave of noise.

On the podium, the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, had shock flicker through his eyes before a sharp, unprecedented gleam arose, locking onto that pale blue chakra sphere.

But this wasn't over!

Shinichi gritted his teeth, let out a low shout, and abruptly raised his right hand, which held the Rasengan, upward—

Boom!

As if injecting even more berserk energy, the palm-sized pale blue orb suddenly burst with blinding light, its volume expanding at a terrifying speed!

The rotating chakra flow roared with a deeper, more violent hum, the air churning wildly, screaming in a shrill howl!

In the blink of an eye, the chakra ball swelled from fist-sized to a horrifying head-sized mass!

The internal, high-speed chakra lines grew clearer, more chaotic, radiating a dread-inducing, terrifying fluctuation!

Great Ball Rasengan!

I don't just want you to sense danger—I want all of you to truly experience what extreme danger means!

The Rasengan's power is no joke, but its size is too small. Unless you're hit by it, it's hard to give someone that instant, overwhelming visual impact.

The Great Ball Rasengan is different. Its power and pressure are obvious at a glance.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

As this massive chakra sphere fully formed, the wind above the training ground turned wild. Chaotic air currents swept up dust from the ground and rustled people's clothes loudly.

A tangible pressure, accompanied by the unstable glow and roar of the enormous chakra ball, clearly enveloped the entire venue.

If the earlier Rasengan had only drawn admiration for being seal-less and exquisite, with a sense of strong power, Then now, this head-sized, destruction-radiating Great Ball Rasengan made every teacher and student present—whether freshmen or seasoned instructors—their faces instantly change!

It was no longer a theoretical "not bad" or "might be strong," but an intuitive, in-your-face, scalp-tingling sense of lethal threat!

The chunin-level teachers at the Ninja Academy narrowed their pupils, their bodies instinctively shifting into defensive stances.

Some students, shaken by the terrifying chakra fluctuation, couldn't help stepping back, their faces losing color.

"What... what level of jutsu is this?!"

"Such terrifying chakra... how can he control it?!"

"Are you kidding me... is this really a jutsu a student could develop?!"

Exclamations rose one after another, but more people held their breath, staring fixedly at the storm-like chakra sphere on the stage and the black-haired boy at its center, struggling to maintain it with visible effort.

The Third Hokage's body had gone completely rigid. The two advisors beside him shot to their feet, faces etched with disbelief.

By now, the Third Hokage had noticed the energy sphere's instability and the boy's gradually paling complexion. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, one hand firmly pressing onto Shinichi's trembling shoulder, the other covering the dangerous Great Ball Rasengan.

A gentle yet vast chakra intervened, guiding and dispersing it with exquisite precision. The dread-inducing chakra sphere rapidly shrank, dimmed, and finally dissipated into a gentle breeze in the air.

"Koharu, Homura, continue presiding over the ceremony." The Third Hokage gave a low instruction without turning back. Then, he faced the pale, panting Shinichi, his stern expression softening into deep warmth: "Child, come with me."

Without giving anyone time to react, he led Shinichi away from the clamorous ceremony site, under the countless shocked, bewildered, and awed gazes of the teachers and students.

"That boy—too reckless! Developing and attempting such a dangerous jutsu all alone!" Utatane Koharu said, still shaken, watching their retreating figures.

"Indeed, somewhat impulsive and risky." Mitokado Homura adjusted his glasses, the eyes behind the lenses sharpening considerably: "But, Koharu... it seems Konoha has produced an extraordinary genius!"

With Shinichi personally taken away by the Third Hokage, the two advisors continued the opening ceremony.

But the storm of thought Shinichi had stirred could no longer be calmed.

"A-rank! That was definitely an A-rank jutsu's fluctuation!" (Note:)

"And that bigger one later... might even be S-rank! Extremely unstable, but that pressure..."

On the teachers' bench, the knowledgeable chunin instructors exchanged opinions.

Soon, the news—"Third-year student Higashino Shinichi independently develops an A-rank seal-less jutsu, possibly an unstable S-rank jutsu"—spread like the fiercest wildfire through every corner of Konoha.

And the center of this storm—Higashino Shinichi—now stood inside the Hokage's office.

He lowered his head slightly, hands hanging uneasily at his sides, his face bearing that unique mix of lingering fear, nervousness, and bewilderment a young person shows after causing a major incident.

Taking it all in, the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, had already settled back into his spacious desk chair.

His expression turned exceedingly calm, even carrying an elder's characteristic kindness, as he slowly spoke, his voice gentle, breaking the room's silence:

"Shinichi, no need to be so tense. Relax a bit, have a seat." He pointed to the chair across from him. "I didn't bring you here to scold you. I just have some questions about that jutsu I'd like to discuss with you."

"Yes... yes, Third Hokage-sama!" Shinichi quickly responded, obediently sitting upright in the chair across the desk, hands neatly placed on his knees, like a model student ready to listen.

"Have you named this jutsu?" The Third Hokage picked up his teacup, took a sip, his tone as casual as small talk.

"Rasengan! Third Hokage-sama, I named it Rasengan," Shinichi replied.

"Rasengan... a spinning ball of chakra, a very fitting name." The Third Hokage nodded in approval, set down his teacup, and turned a warm gaze toward Shinichi. "So, Shinichi, can you tell me how you conceived of and ultimately developed this Rasengan?"

"Yes, Third Hokage-sama." Shinichi paused briefly as if recalling, then spoke: "Speaking of which, I have to thank my classmate Asuma for the inspiration."

"Oh?" The Third Hokage's eyes flickered slightly.

So my son is involved in this too?

"It all started two years ago..."