Cross-Server Flirting! Making the Enemy Princess Bear a Chubby Son in Front of Tens of Thousands?
Naruto stepped over the sand with his right leg, his boots grinding against the crystals of Shukaku 'Chakra, producing a harsh, grinding sound.
A huge shadow fell down along with the light, completely enveloping Gaara.
The wind blowing in from outside the hole made Naruto's short, golden hair flutter wildly.
Gaara collapsed to the ground, his gaze fixed on the monster before him.
The Sand Armor began to fall off erratically under extreme fear.
That's not enough.
Naruto had no intention of stopping there.
After thirty days of lying low, how could we not make a big enough splash to do justice to this grand event?
The muscle fibers in his right arm contracted violently again.
The energy of Qi and blood is transmitted through the bones.
The fist that had been slamming into the edge of the hole was not pulled back at all.
He transformed his fist into a claw, his five fingers gripping the edge of the sandcastle like steel bars.
Rise.
The muffled thud of muscles expanding exploded in the enclosed space.
Click!
A piercingly sharp crack echoed, spreading wildly along the intricate Chakra patterns inside the sandcastle.
Gaara's prized ultimate Absolute Defense was like a glass jar struck by a cheap hammer.
A crack.
Ten cracks.
Hundreds of cracks.
"Boom!"
The entire ten-meter-high, solid sandcastle didn't even have the chance to hold out for another second.
Under Naruto's pure physical tearing, it directly turned into a rain of sand and collapsed with a roar!
Tons of yellow sand poured down like a waterfall, smashing a huge crater into the ground.
In the center of the yellow sand, Gaara was completely exposed to everyone's view.
Without the Absolute Defense of cover.
The disguise of the Sand Armor was gone.
He was a small man with a deathly pale face and trembling all over.
"Kill... kill you!"
Gaara's sanity was completely taken over by the monster within him.
He screamed, frantically scratching at the ground with his hands, trying to mobilize the remaining sand to protect himself.
A hand, radiating terrifying heat, descended first.
No Hand Seals.
There is no Rasengan.
It's not even the starting stance for Ninjutsu.
It's simply raising your hand, swinging it in a circle, and slapping it down.
"Smack!"
A slap that was extremely crisp and extremely loud!
The sound was so loud that it completely drowned out the rumbling of yellow sand hitting the ground in the venue.
This is not a duel between Genin at all.
This is a blatant act of humiliation and subversion.
Gaara's neck snapped sharply to the right as he was struck, the joints making a horrifying twisting sound.
He looked like a tattered sack hit by a bowling ball, his feet leaving the ground.
It drew a ridiculous parabola in mid-air.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Gaara's body rolled repeatedly on the ground, which was full of rubble and deep pits.
It rolled for more than ten meters, leaving a deep bloody trail in its wake, before crashing into the edge of the field wall like a lump of mud.
The entire hall fell silent.
The rustling of the leaves in the wind could be heard clearly.
The examiner, Genma Shiranui, who was sitting in the first row, dropped the Senbon he had been holding in his mouth with a "thud" to the ground.
He forgot to call a stop.
On the high platform, the Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi, suddenly trembled his withered hand, revealing bulging veins on the back of his hand.
The teacup on the table was crushed to pieces by his subconscious force, and the scalding tea spilled onto his clothes, but he didn't even wipe it off.
Orochimaru, Kazekage as the Kazekage, sat beside him, his skin and flesh twitching wildly.
This is an absurd level of physical strength.
This is a savage destructive power that disregards all Chakra rules.
Compared to this monster, what is Sasuke's Uchiha body?
In a corner of the audience seats.
Sasuke gritted his teeth so hard that his lips bled from being bitten.
The Two-Tomoe Sharingan wildly in its eye sockets, turning so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
I still don't understand.
I still can't learn it!
Even with his Sharingan activated, he couldn't even scratch the surface of the muscle contraction in that slap!
How much stuff has the eldest brother been hiding?
Is that "power generation technique" that I practice so diligently Tenten not even a warm-up?
Extreme inferiority and morbid fanaticism tore at Sasuke's chest repeatedly.
Second-floor grandstand.
Kankuro's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the ground, slumped against the railing.
"A monster... it was a monster dressed in human skin..."
He mumbled incoherently.
Temari did not fall.
She gripped the cast iron railing in front of her tightly, her fingers turning white from the effort, blood seeping from under her fingernails.
The younger brother was slapped in the face in public and thrown around like trash.
As the older sister, she has every right to be angry.
The dignity of Sunagakure has been trampled underfoot; she deserves to be humiliated.
But no.
Temari's heart pounded violently in her chest, pumping out a strange urge that made her mouth dry.
The Shinobi World is a brutal arena where the strong prey on the weak.
The deep-seated admiration for strength within Sunagakure was ignited after witnessing this absolute and brutal crushing defeat.
No need for fancy Ninjutsu.
No complicated tactics are needed.
One punch will shatter your proudest defenses, one slap will crush your last shred of dignity.
Temari looked at the tall, blond figure bathed in sunlight on the field, and felt her blood rush to her head.
This is the true overlord.
In comparison, the high-ranking members of Hidden Sand, who only know how to play political games behind the scenes, are pitifully weak.
[Ding! Detected a dramatic fluctuation in the favorability rating of S-rank target Temari!]
[Current Status: Submitting to the powerful!]
[Affection level surpassed 45: This guy's got some interesting qualities!]
In the center of the field.
After Naruto slapped Gaara, he didn't even glance at Gaara was lying motionless in the corner.
The green vapor on the body surface quickly receded.
The Chakra returned to calm.
He even casually reached out and patted off non-existent dust from his black combat suit.
Then, he put both hands into his pockets.
Standing at over 1.8 meters tall, he stood ramrod straight, looked up, and locked his gaze precisely on the blonde female ninja carrying a large Iron Fan on the second-floor stands.
Their eyes met.
Temari for breath.
Naruto raised an eyebrow arrogantly and let out a loud, raunchy whistle right in front of tens of thousands of people.
The crisp whistling sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall.
"Hey! You blonde over there."
Naruto's voice was drawn out, exuding a kind of lawless roguishness.
"I told you long ago, in this exam room, only I can be called a monster."
He paused, then parted his lips into a wide, aggressive smile.
"After I've dealt with your unlucky little brother, how about I take you back to Hidden Leaf and have a big, healthy son?"
"I guarantee it's a hundred times better than those panda eyes that're always playing in the sand!"
Mad!
Unbridled arrogance!
In front of high-ranking officials from two villages and tens of thousands of spectators, he openly flirted with the daughter of a high-ranking official from an enemy country!
Several masked ninjas at the Anbu surveillance point stumbled and nearly fell off a tree.
Temari's entire face instantly turned bright red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.
I want to refute that.
I wanted to unleash a torrent of curses.
But looking at Naruto's domineering attitude of having everything under control, he felt like his throat was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Just when everyone was stunned into a mental lapse by Naruto's audacious remarks.
From the ruins at the corner of the wall, a strangely heavy breathing suddenly came.
"Giggle... giggle..."
A chilling sound of bones dislocating rang out.
Gaara, who had been sent flying by the blow, got up from the ground in a contorted position.
Half of his face was swollen, revealing five clear, bloody finger marks.
But on the right side of his body, the sand was undergoing an extremely terrifying mutation.
The originally fine yellow sand condensed into hard crystal blocks, and a thick, raccoon-like arm covered with strange blue patterns tore apart the original humanoid outline, growing wildly from the shoulder.
A massive amount of Chakra, violent, cold, and filled with an endless thirst for slaughter, instantly swept across the entire area.