An even louder roar erupted from the crowd!
The jonin with three-tomoe Sharingan looked grave now, and even a little bewildered.
Several young chunin and genin excitedly tugged at the senior jonin beside them.
"Hey! Hey, sir! This... this is already beyond an ordinary jonin, right? Elite Jonin? Or..."
"Sir, are you this strong? Could you hold your own against young master Genya like that?"
The three-tomoe jonin being questioned exchanged glances, cold sweat beading on their temples as they shook their heads with helpless, bitter smiles.
"Never mind facing Itachi and Shisui together... I probably couldn't withstand the speed or power of even one of young master Genya's counterattacks just now..."
"That technique of compressing chakra and releasing it in a burst requires monstrous chakra control... and his Fire Release is abnormally powerful, too..."
"And that anticipation and reaction speed... the three tomoe seem to produce an entirely different level of visual prowess in him..."
"They're in another dimension... honestly, I'm not just being polite. Their battle has entered a realm we can barely comprehend."
"If they wanted to, they could even kill us in a single strike..."
"The gap... is it really that big?"
A young clansman at chunin level murmured to himself.
He looked at his hands, then at the three onstage, his eyes filled with both longing and bitterness.
Meanwhile, the hardliners who had once shouted, "That brat has a death wish," now wished they could find a hole to crawl into.
Several clansmen who had been the most vocal back then were pale, their backs drenched in cold sweat.
Recalling their earlier contempt and provocations toward Genya, they now felt their faces burning.
"We... just what kind of monster were we picking a fight with...?"
"One strike... he was right. If young master Genya had