"When--!"
A dull metallic clang echoed through the lounge.
The sound wasn't very loud, but it drew everyone's attention.
Hinata slowly opened her eyes and was stunned by the sight before her.
On that solid iron pillar that requires two adults to hug.
A deep, clearly visible fist-shaped mark, several inches deep, was suddenly revealed!
The steel surrounding the fist imprint even twisted slightly due to the intense pressure.
However, she felt no pain at all in her right hand, which was adorned with black iron knuckle dusters.
"Did... did I really type this?"
Hinata stared at her fist in disbelief.
It turns out that concentrating Chakra at one point and combining it with a sturdy weapon can create such immense destructive power!
"Well done."
Kenya walked over and nodded in satisfaction.
"Next time I encounter that kind of guy who likes close-quarters combat."
Forget about meridians and acupoints.
"Just hit him in the face with these brass knuckles, I guarantee one punch will take down that whiny kid."
The surrounding examinees broke out in a cold sweat.
This is hardly the Byakugan princess of the Hyuga Clan!
This is clearly a steel loli being transformed into a violent maniac!
The aesthetics and educational methods of this " Iron Fist Emperor " are simply terrifying!
After a few days of short rest.
The third preliminary round of the Chunin Ninja Exams officially began in the huge training hall in the center of the tower.
The martial arts hall is circular, surrounded by high stands.
A huge electronic display screen hangs above, used to randomly select the candidates for the battle.
Those who can stand here are all elite Genin who have undergone life-and-death trials in the Forest of Death.
The air was thick with a mixture of tension and excitement.
In the VIP seats at the very top of the stands.
The Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi, sat in the center, wearing a divine robe.
Beside him was the seat that originally belonged to a Konoha High Command.
At this moment, however, sat Senju Kenya dangling from his mouth.
He sat with his legs crossed, leaning back in his chair without any regard for his image, holding a freshly opened bag of rice crackers in his hand.
His arrogant demeanor stood out starkly Jonin the group of serious-looking Jonin leaders from various countries.
"Cough cough..."
The Third Hokage coughed awkwardly twice, trying to remind Kenya be mindful of his image.
After all, this is a grand event broadcast live throughout the entire Shinobi World.
But Kenya completely ignored him and continued to do as he pleased.
As the examiner, Gekko Hayate, coughed in his signature style.
The names on the large electronic screen began scrolling rapidly.
"First match: Sasuke Uchiha versus the Akadō Yoroi!"
Looking at this matchup list...
The Jonin leading the teams in the stands began to whisper among themselves.
" The Akadō Yoroi is a troublesome character who can absorb Chakra; the Uchiha Clan kid is in danger."
However.
Kenya, sitting in the VIP section, merely curled his lip in disdain.
"Absorbing Chakra? That fancy trick only fools naive kids."
Kenya's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the surrounding Jonin to hear.
"If he encounters a truly tough nut to crack, would he even try sucking on it? Wouldn't he be afraid of breaking his teeth?"
As expected.
The battle on the field ended quickly.
Although Sasuke had his Chakra's Orochimaru Cursed Seal.
But he was spurred on by the stimulation he received from Kenya, and by his strong competitive spirit.
He forcefully slammed the Akadō Yoroi into the ground with a modified Taijutsu called " Lion Combo," securing victory.
"It's barely passable."
Kenya commented while chewing on a senbei (rice cracker).
"This Taijutsu looks flashy, but it lacks power. If it were me, I could crush that broken shell of his with one kick."
The following battles.
Kenya's "sharp tongue" attribute has completely erupted.
He was like a keyboard warrior sitting in front of the TV watching a bad movie, criticizing the so-called "geniuses" on the field from all angles.
"Hey, this guy from Kusagakure is so slow at Hand Seals, is his finger cramping?"
"And that Sound Ninja, if you're going to play the flute, fine, but why are you doing this Yangko dance? That move is just too much to bear."
"This Water Release is so bad, it looks like a stream of urine splitting in half. How dare you show it off?"
Kenya's sarcastic remarks echoed continuously from the stands.
The Jonin leading the teams from various countries all had increasingly grim expressions.
However, due to Kenya's terrifying reputation for being able to smash a gate with a single Kenya, and his status as a "super sponsor," he was intimidated.
No one dared to stand up and refute it.
They could only glare at each other, cursing inwardly.
The Third Hokage sat beside him, his smile almost impossible to maintain.
He kept wiping away cold sweat, inwardly groaning.
This kid really doesn't give me any face at all!
If word gets out that they're belittling the geniuses of various countries, how will Konoha maintain its diplomacy?
" Kenya... you should say less."
The Third Hokage lowered his voice, almost pleading.
"These children are still young and need encouragement..."
"Encouragement my ass!"
Kenya interrupted the Third Hokage without any politeness.
He pointed at Zaku, the genius from the Otogakure, who was beaming with pride in the audience.
"Look at that guy with the speaker on his head."
"He beat a piece of trash who can't even control his Chakra, and he's smug about it, practically wagging his tail in the air."
Kenya's voice suddenly rose, even taking on a hint of Haki.
"That kind of flashy stuff that only relies on external things."
"I could slap ten people to death with one slap!"
This is an undisguised declaration of arrogance.
The sound echoed clearly in the silent training hall.
Zaku's face turned ashen instantly. He clenched his fists angrily and stared intently at Kenya in the stands.
If the examiner hadn't stopped him, he probably would have rushed forward and fought back.
But all Jonin present knew this.
If this kid really dares to rush in.
That man sitting in the VIP section will definitely keep his word and smash him into a pulp with one slap.
Under Kenya's unrestrained and scathing critique.
The atmosphere during the qualifiers completely changed.
He completely disrupted the tense and exciting atmosphere, turning it into a farcical comedy.
Those self-proclaimed geniuses, after being Kenya's venomous tongue...
They all looked like wilted eggplants, their former sense of superiority completely gone.
"Alright, let's prepare for the next match."
Gekko Hayate coughed twice, trying to get the game back on track.
The names on the large electronic screen began scrolling again.
All eyes in the room were focused on the screen.
"Bite!"
The name stopped jumping.
When everyone saw the name on the screen, a low gasp rippled through the stands.
The big screen lights up, the next match: Neji Hyuga vs. Hinata Hyuga.