"Isn't that cool?"
His sincerity left Kazan and the others at a loss for words.
They were sure of it now: Minato was genuinely trying to be funny.
The atmosphere in the Training Ground grew more feverish. Compared with Kakashi's instant victory, the contest for the Kubikiribōchō was far more intense.
With no time to celebrate, Yuzuki Kurama carried the massive blade off the field on her small shoulders. Uchiha Itachi was up next.
"He's finally here—the Ghost God's disciple!"
"I heard he's already been to the battlefield and killed several Chunin."
"He's that strong? He doesn't even look old enough to have graduated from the Ninja Academy."
"He's the Ghost God's disciple. You can't judge him by ordinary standards."
"True. So the Nuibari is as good as his?"
"More than likely."
The crowd discussed it loudly.
Even before becoming Kazan's disciple, Uchiha Itachi had been a famous genius in Konoha.
He ranked first at the Ninja Academy and excelled in every area. His father, just like Wang Teng's pops, found a new way to brag about his eldest son every day.
But now, when people mentioned Uchiha Itachi, the first thing that came to mind was the Ghost God's disciple.
That was the influence Kazan wielded now. His name alone could frighten off the Four Kage.
For his disciple, excellence was only to be expected!
Killing Chunin at five or six was an impressive feat, but his teacher had killed Kage Level opponents when he was barely past ten.
"Whether he took you in because of your talent or, as the rumors say, because Lord Kazan owed the Uchiha a favor, you won't beat me today."
Itachi's opponent stepped forward, brimming with confidence.
He was right at the upper age limit of fifteen and had nearly ten more years