"E-even a Jonin from the Hyuga clan lost?"
"What exactly was that metal-like ability just now? Even the Hyuga clan's Gentle Fist couldn't break through it? That's absurd!"
"His Taijutsu, strength, speed, and those endless underhanded tricks… is this guy really a samurai?"
"His strength is terrifying, and his methods are shameless without any bottom line. Among the Jonin in the village, there probably aren't many who can steadily defeat him."
"Should we ask the Legendary Sannin for help? Jiraiya-sama? Orochimaru-sama? Or Lady Tsunade?"
As soon as this suggestion appeared, someone beside him immediately refuted it: "Did you forget the requirement of the mission? Thirty years old or younger! The Legendary Sannin already passed that age long ago!"
"Right! There's still that age restriction! He must have done it on purpose! Knowing he can't defeat truly experienced peak ninjas, he set such a condition! Too cunning! Too despicable!"
"Where's Jonin Hiashi? Jonin Hiashi is the head of the Hyuga clan, with his strength..."
Before he could finish, someone interrupted him: "What are you thinking? Precisely because Jonin Hiashi is the Clan Head of the Hyuga clan, he won't easily step into the arena."
"Then… What about Jonin Minato? If it's Jonin Minato, he definitely can!"
When that name was mentioned, hope reignited in many people's eyes.
Minato Namikaze was Konoha's genius Jonin. It was said he had mastered a top-tier Teleportation Jutsu, and last year, he even learned Rasengan. He was precisely the best choice to deal with such a brute fighter with strange defenses.
However, another bucket of cold water was immediately poured down: "Stop thinking about it. Jonin Minato left the village two days ago with Team 7 to carry out a long-term escort mission. He absolutely won't be able to return in a short time."
"What?!"
"Damn it! This guy! He must have investigated in advance! He calculated that Jonin Minato wouldn't be here! Too despicable! Too sinister!"
"That can't be possible, right?"
"Hmph! Why not? Minato-sama just left, and he shows up immediately after. How could something be such a coincidence?"
The discussions became increasingly noisy, but anxiety and helplessness spread through the crowd.
People looked around, and suddenly realized that under the threshold of below the age of thirty years old, the top combat power that Konoha could openly produce, those who had absolute confidence in suppressing the monster in the arena, seemed for the moment somewhat insufficient.
'Why don't you think of me? I'm not even thirty yet.'
At a certain place in the spectator stands, Fugaku Uchiha folded his arms and silently listened to the noisy discussions of the surrounding crowd.
As the Clan Head of Konoha's largest clan, he naturally knew the strength of the younger generation within the clan, and he also understood that he and several elite members of the Uchiha Clan completely met the age requirement. Yet among the villagers present, not a single person had thought of their Uchiha Clan.
At this moment, Fugaku Uchiha also keenly noticed that on the high platform, the third Hokage's gaze, seemingly casually sweeping across the entire arena, had more than once fallen faintly on the Uchiha Clan's seating area, and on him.
Fugaku Uchiha sighed inwardly. He understood the meaning behind it and also knew this was an opportunity to improve relations between the Uchiha and the village and to display their strength.
Although the method was not what he desired, but…
Thinking of this, he slowly released his folded arms and leaned forward slightly, preparing to stand up.
"Ah!"
A figure moved faster than him. Like a falling leaf, he floated down from the spectator seats. He landed steadily in the center of the arena, standing in front of Isshin, who was holding his gun and standing there, and also standing at the focal point of countless astonished gazes.
Short jet-black hair gently fluttered in the breeze of the arena. His face carried his usual warmth, but there was also an extra trace of calm sharpness compared to usual.
"Shinichi?!"
"Shinichi Higashino? He… why did he step into the arena?"
"He's only a Chunin! Even Jonin lost, he…"
"No way, how old is he?"
The unexpected entrant caused an even more intense uproar than any before.
Many people recognized this boy, who is the Konoha's most dazzling genius in recent years, champion of the Village Hidden in the Sand Chunin exam, developer of the Rasengan, a Master Chef, and a best-selling manga artist.
There were too many halos surrounding him.
But at this moment, against the backdrop of two veteran Jonins being defeated in succession, his identity as a Chunin and his overly youthful face left the vast majority of people in shock and confusion.
After entering the arena, Shinichi ignored the discussions of the crowd and simply walked quickly to Hizashi Hyuga, who was kneeling on one knee and with his right arm hanging powerlessly.
He crouched down. His hands immediately lit up with a gentle, life-filled green glow of medical chakra, skillfully covering Hizashi's swollen and painfully throbbing right arm. He began to check the damage to the chakra pathway system, stop the bleeding, relieve the pain, and guide the displaced bone fragments.
Seeing this scene, many spectators suddenly realized what was happening and sighed in relief, then began discussing again.
"So he came down to treat Jonin Hizashi. That scared me."
"That's what I thought. Shinichi may be a genius, but he's still too young. Give him a few more years and he'll definitely easily…"
"Mm, his Medical Ninjutsu is also very skillful. No wonder so many doctors at Konoha Hospital praise him as a genius."
Hizashi Hyuga felt warmth and relief in his right arm, which was filled with pain. He lifted his pale face and looked at the boy in front of him, who was concentrating on the treatment, speaking softly: "Thank you for the kindness, Shinichi."
Although he had heard many stories about this genius before, this was the first time he had personally interacted with him.
This action, stepping forward without hesitation to treat a companion immediately after the battle ended, even though they did not know each other, gave him a more intuitive understanding of the rumors that the other party valued companions and had a gentle character.
"No need to be polite, senior."
Shinichi continued moving his hands while advising, "The damage to your arm's chakra pathway system and bones is not light, especially the finger bones and elbow joint. For the next month, please be sure to avoid using your right hand for high-intensity chakra circulation and Taijutsu training."
"Regularly return to the hospital for checkups, and cooperate with medication and physiotherapy. After the bones and chakra pathway system heal, there should be no aftereffects that affect the precision and power of the Gentle Fist."
Hizashi Hyuga nodded, memorizing this advice in his heart.
Seeing that the preliminary treatment was complete, Shinichi withdrew his medical chakra and slowly stood up.
He did not leave the arena. Instead, he looked at the burly samurai Isshin in front of him, who had a sword hanging at his waist and a bored expression on his face.
Then he turned around and faced the high platform. Taking a deep breath, his clear and firm voice spread throughout the arena: "Third Hokage-sama! Konoha Chunin, Shinichi Higashino, requests to fight!"
Boom!!!
After a brief dead silence, a wave of noise even more violent than before exploded!
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