When that familiar aura, filled with majesty and pressure, rose from Naoki, the entire training ground fell silent.
The air seemed to grow thick, and everyone’s breathing slowed down unconsciously.
The smile on Orochimaru’s face vanished completely, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity, and…
a trace of morbid ecstasy hidden beneath it.
“This is it…
this feeling…” he muttered to himself, his golden slit pupils narrowing into thin lines with excitement.
“This lofty Chakra, as if it wants to burn everything to ashes…
are you finally willing to show it to me, Naoki-kun?”
Naoki looked at Orochimaru, who had already entered a state of self-intoxication, and felt somewhat speechless.
“Brother, aren’t you being a bit too dramatic?
I just refined a little bit of Chakra, why are you getting so worked up?”
Of course, he didn’t know that the Uchiha Madara Chakra Template within him was such a fatal temptation for a natural research fanatic like Orochimaru.
It was an ultimate power filled with destruction and creation, contradiction and perfection—the embodiment of the ‘truth’ Orochimaru had spent his life pursuing.
Naoki just wanted to end the fight quickly.
Relying purely on Taijutsu, he couldn’t take down Orochimaru in a short time.
And he didn’t want to waste too much time here; he just wanted to finish up, go home, eat, and sleep.
So, he decided to use a little “unconventional move.”
He raised his right hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together, pointing them at Orochimaru from a distance.
This movement didn’t have any Ninjutsu hand signs; it looked like a child playing a game.
But Orochimaru instinctively sensed a great danger, and the hair all over his body stood on end.
“What are you going to do?” he asked hoarsely.
Naoki replied, “Let’s call it a draw in Taijutsu.
Next, I’ll use Ninjutsu.
Be careful.”
Naoki gathered a faint trace of Chakra at his fingertip.
Then, he thought of Uchiha Madara’s most classic and pretentious way of fighting.
He remembered how that man had sent the Shinobi Allied Forces flying with just one finger.
He remembered how that man had made the Tailed Beasts submit with just a glance.
He decided to imitate it.
Although he didn’t have Shinra Tensei or the Rinnegan, he had the “prestige” bestowed by the system.
He compressed, rotated, and further pressurized that trace of Chakra in an extremely complex and exquisite manner.
This was an ultimate application of Chakra shape transformation, with a difficulty far exceeding A-rank Ninjutsu.
Any Genin, or even a Jonin, would find it impossible.
But Naoki, with the passive support of the [Uchiha Madara Chakra Template], did it with ease.
A highly condensed, non-attributed Chakra energy ball the size of a grain of rice formed at his fingertip.
But Orochimaru’s face turned pale.
Because he could feel how terrifying the piercing power contained within that tiny energy ball was—enough to drill through anything!
“What…
is this?” He swallowed hard.
This was completely beyond his understanding of Ninjutsu.
This wasn’t any Ninjutsu he knew!
“The game is over.”
Naoki said indifferently, and then, his finger flicked lightly.
Swoosh!
That rice-grain-sized Chakra energy ball shot out at a speed exceeding the speed of sound!
It didn’t make a sound, nor were there any flashy visual effects.
It was just…
fast!
Extremely fast!
So fast that even Orochimaru’s dynamic vision could only capture a blurry white line!
“Not good!”
Alarm bells rang in Orochimaru’s mind.
He wanted to dodge, but his body’s reaction couldn’t keep up with the speed of that white line at all!
At the critical moment, he could only cross his arms in front of his chest while concentrating all his Chakra into his arms for defense.
The next second.
Puchi!
A slight sound, like cloth being torn, rang out.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment.
Under everyone’s shocked gazes, that white line easily pierced through Orochimaru’s Chakra-reinforced arms, leaving a tiny, clean hole through his forearm.
Then, its momentum undiminished, it grazed Orochimaru’s cheek and finally embedded itself with a “thud” into a giant training rock dozens of meters behind.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Everyone gaped, looking at the bleeding hole in Orochimaru’s arm and then at the seemingly unharmed rock in the distance, their minds blank.
“What…
what was that just now?”
“I didn’t see anything…”
“Orochimaru-kun…
is injured?”
Orochimaru also stood there dazed.
He didn’t look at the wound on his arm but suddenly turned his head to look at the giant rock.
Crack.
A crisp sound of cracking.
That massive rock, weighing several tons, began to show fine cracks starting from the small hole hit by the Chakra bullet.
crack…
The cracks spread rapidly in all directions like a spider web.
Finally, under everyone’s terrified gazes.
Rumble—!!!
The giant rock, as if detonated from within, shattered with a bang, turning into a pile of various-sized debris scattered across the ground.
And all of this was caused by that boy simply flicking his finger casually.
“…”
The entire field was silent.
Everyone looked at the silver-haired boy, who still held his finger-flicking pose, as if he were a monster.
If the “Great Fire Annihilation” at the entrance ceremony was world-destroying violence…
…then this strike just now was a restrained-to-the-limit terror capable of piercing everything.
Two completely different styles, yet both equally despair-inducing.
“Is…
is this also…
‘Physics Ninjutsu’?” a student asked with a trembling voice.
No one answered him.
Because everyone knew that this question was no longer meaningful.
Orochimaru slowly turned his head, ignoring the wound on his arm and not looking at the pile of debris.
He just stared intently at Naoki with an unprecedented gaze, so fervent it seemed capable of melting someone.
“I see…
I see…”
He smiled, laughing extremely happily and freely.
“Compressing Chakra to the extreme to form a piercing power that transcends matter itself…
this is the true essence of’science’!
This is the future of Ninjutsu!”
“Senju Naoki-kun!
You have…
opened the door to a new world for me!”
He bowed deeply, very deeply, to Naoki.
This bow was not a greeting from a student to an opponent.
But…
a believer’s worship of a god.
Naoki watched Orochimaru, who had completely “realized” the truth, and his mouth twitched.
“Great, another one’s gone crazy.”
He sighed in his heart.