When Rasa fought Hozuki Tangetsu, his opponent had been so weak that he hadn't needed to use his full strength. A little Gold Dust had been enough to win.
So no one had thought Rasa was particularly strong.
But now things were different.
"Whoa, Rasa's this strong?"
"That kind of Ninjutsu must be an attack only a Jonin could pull off, right?"
"I don't think even a Jonin could withstand Ninjutsu that terrifying."
"Doesn't that mean Lady Kaguya's in danger?"
"Don't say that. Lady Kaguya is invincible."
"The Chunin Ninja Exams aren't a beauty contest. Strength is what matters, and I think Lady Kaguya's in trouble."
Setting its power aside, the sheer scale of the Ninjutsu was staggering. The sight alone left people awestruck.
Even the spectators were worried for Kaguya.
The ninja who knew what was going on, though, weren't worried about her at all.
As far as they were concerned, Kaguya was Kage Level. Someone like that couldn't handle a little Gold Dust? What a joke.
Watching the Gold Dust, Uchiha Yin found himself wondering about something.
How had Sunagakure ended up so poor that the Daimyo of the Land of Wind controlled its financial lifeline?
Rasa could clearly produce this much Gold Dust. Couldn't he make a fortune selling it?
The Gold Dust surged forward like a giant wave, rolling toward Kaguya in successive swells.
Strangely, Kaguya seemed perfectly calm. Even now, she hadn't moved a muscle.
Rasa, on the other hand, looked as though he were facing a deadly threat. His expression was grim, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
Rasa knew how strong Kaguya was. He didn't dare let his attention slip for even a moment.
After all, the last person who had lost focus at a time like this had been ambushed and