The scene unfolding before the Uchiha Clan ninja left him scarcely able to believe his eyes.
The three Iwa Shinobi who had put him in mortal danger had been killed so easily.
And just as he was still questioning what his Sharingan had shown him, more than twenty figures wearing Iwa forehead protectors suddenly came tumbling down from the sky.
Already stunned, he now utterly doubted his own eyes. Had he been overusing them lately and started hallucinating?
But whether he believed it or not, this was reality.
With Chiriku on the verge of becoming a top-tier ninja, not even twenty-odd chunin would have changed the outcome, let alone a mere twenty-odd genin.
While the Uchiha Clan ninja was still questioning everything he knew, Chiriku's voice suddenly reached his ears. "Hey, kid, time to go."
Only then did the Uchiha Clan ninja snap out of it and hastily climb out of the swamp.
With a few swift leaps from branch to branch, he reached the others and fell in behind Chiriku.
Then he noticed that his two fellow clansmen were also looking at Chiriku with awe.
That made him realize who had unleashed those fist-shaped strikes. It had been this monk-no, this esteemed gentleman.
After this surprise attack by the Iwa Shinobi, these three haughty members of the Uchiha Clan-
Though they said nothing aloud, all three had wholeheartedly submitted to Chiriku beneath his monk's robes.
That was the Uchiha Clan: a clan that believed the strong devoured the weak, and strength reigned supreme.
They kept moving, and since the island itself was small, they soon reached the sheer cliff.
Maruboshi Kosuke stood at the head of the group. Looking at the nearly vertical cliff before him, he turned to Chiriku and the other four. "We don't know what other