The Sunagakure jonin's long blade was about to come down.
Suddenly, a figure carrying an iron pot and long ladle on his back, with a thin sword in hand, flashed into existence before Meikyō. He blocked the Sunagakure jonin's attack with one slash, then spun and sent him flying with a side kick.
"You've got the nerve to call someone else disgraceful? In this old man's view, you're the truly disgraceful one! A jonin actually attacking three little brats."
The vigorous voice came from the newcomer. It was none other than Maruboshi Kosuke.
"Grandpa Kōsuke, watch out for that newcomer on the other side! He's a jonin!"
Recognizing him, Inuzuka Ryo immediately shouted a warning.
Maruboshi Kosuke merely smiled indifferently.
"Isn't he just a jonin? This old man will kill him for you to see! Meikyō, brat, watch closely. This is how you use this move!"
After speaking, Maruboshi Kosuke swiftly charged forward. His figure drifted like willow fluff, and in that instant, he unleashed countless flashes of sword light.
By the time the sword light faded, the special jonin whom Meikyō and the others had struggled so hard to barely defeat had already fallen to the ground. Only the jonin clutching his injured shoulder remained.
"Damn it, this old man... he's absurdly strong! He's no ordinary jonin!"
The Sunagakure jonin cursed viciously and rapidly formed hand seals.
"Wind Style: Gale Sand Storm!"
After unleashing the jutsu, he decisively retreated under its cover.
He had originally been capable of blocking that move, but moments earlier, when he had tried to protect his companion beside him, Kōsuke had seized the opening and stabbed a hole through his shoulder.
Now that he had judged Kōsuke's strength, he chose to retreat without the slightest hesitation.
Maruboshi Kosuke chuckled and quickly formed two seals