Nawaki rattled off several obscure technical terms and explanations in succession, instantly bluffing everyone present. Everyone, including Killer B, was filled with admiration for him.
Especially the Konoha higher-ups. Kushina and the other two women stared at Nawaki so intensely their eyes practically dripped with emotion, while Tsunade, his older sister, looked immensely proud. Jiraiya, meanwhile, wore a face full of envy. If only he had a brain like Nawaki's. Even A, who had been scowling the whole time, looked a little uncertain when he looked at Nawaki. This was the fear of a poor student facing a top student. He had known his little brother for so long, yet knew very little about rap, while this guy across from them could casually speak about it at length. Other things aside, he was even this skilled at music—was there anything he could not do? A felt that his intelligence would probably never be able to hold its head up in front of this man.
"I never expected Lord Skywalker to have such accomplishments in music as well!" Dodai said with admiration. "I often hear Killer B rapping, but I never realized there were so many intricacies involved!"
"You flatter me, you flatter me," Nawaki replied modestly.
In truth, his understanding of rap was limited to a few basic concepts he had occasionally looked up on Baidu in his previous life. Just now, he had merely copied the pretentious routine of some trendy young idol. Sure enough, he had completely bluffed everyone present.
Actually, Nawaki was not particularly interested in rap. He had not even watched much of that hugely popular hip-hop show from his previous life. Personally, he preferred pop music. If it was a mainstream song from his previous life, he could even use the system's memory-copying function to