Konoha: The thirty-year-old Uchiha is not motivated.

Faced with attacks from three directions, Maruboshi Kosuke, his expression grave, abandoned his underestimation. Neither Chidori nor Rasengan—these incredibly destructive ninjutsu were techniques that children of this age should be able to master.

"what!"

A girl's sharp cry rang out from above, and a samurai sword covered in a ghostly blue light slashed down, the wind pressure from the blade causing Maruhoshi Kosuke to frown.

If you touch it, you will either die or be seriously injured.
But his left and right sides were already locked by Chidori and Rasengan. In a flash, Maruboshi Kosuke slightly turned his body, and the sharp blade sliced ​​across the tip of his nose.

"Whoosh~!"

A series of buzzing blue chakra balls followed, their spinning motions drawing attention, and out of the corner of the eye, a dazzling bolt of lightning was about to arrive.
Everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion, but Maruhoshi Kosuke's face remained calm and composed, his imposing figure unmoved.
"careful!"

The Hyuga brothers, standing off the field, suddenly shouted, their worry clearly audible.

"Uh?"

Mikoto's true form, whose attack had missed, was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Such an urgent reminder—could it be that Maruhoshi Kosuke is an acquaintance of the Hyuga brothers?

However, just as she was about to turn around and give chase, the scene before her made Mikoto realize the truth.
The Hyuga brothers originally meant these words for her.

Maruhoshi Kosuke stood in a horse stance, his hands crossed, firmly gripping the wrists of her two shadow clones who were casting the spell. No matter how the clones struggled, it was to no avail.
"Experience level: 0".

Maruboshi Kosuke, who had easily restrained the two shadow clones, gently shook his head.

In his eyes, Mikoto was like a baby carrying a rocket launcher, possessing firepower but not knowing how to use it. She could handle easily defeating weaker opponents, but against experienced ones, she would only suffer a crushing defeat.

"what!"

Reacting quickly, Mikoto immediately drew her sword and thrust it at Maruhoshi Kosuke, intending to subdue him before his hands were freed.
Sensing the sharp sword energy, Maruhoshi Kosuke nodded slightly, acknowledging Mikoto's quick reflexes.
"Ahhhh~~~"

With a sudden swing of his hands, he flung away the two screaming clones, sending them hurtling towards Mikoto's main body, who was hurtling towards him.
Seeing this, Mikoto, who was raising her sword, paused. The damage from the shadow clones would be reflected back to the original body, and she didn't want to experience the agonizing pain of stabbing herself. So, with quick reflexes, she dispelled the two clones.
"untie."

"Bang~bang~"

As two plumes of white smoke rose, Mikoto, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, instantly froze on her face with lingering fear.
Before she knew it, a rough, calloused hand had firmly pressed down on her head just before the white smoke dissipated.
"The victory has been decided."

Maruhoshi Kosuke's teasing voice then reached everyone's ears.

"Humph!"

Mikoto, defeated due to lack of combat experience, pouted, her face full of resentment. Her adorable appearance amused Maruhoshi Kosuke, who was confident of victory.

"Haha, you're not convinced? Those two ninjutsu you just used were indeed amazing, but you didn't time them well, so it's hard to inflict effective damage on the enemy."

Rasengan and Chidori, either one taken individually, are ninjutsu that can effectively damage a Jonin-level ninja, but if they miss, they are all useless.

"So what is the best time?"

Mikoto, her little face puffed out like a steamed bun, tilted her head and asked...

"Of course, it's the moment when the enemy lowers their guard; a surprise attack always brings unexpected results."

Patting Mikoto's head, Maruboshi Kosuke had already adopted the demeanor of instructing a Jonin. His earlier words about backing out were actually a lie; how could he dare to abandon a mission personally assigned by the Hokage?

"Like now?"

"Uh?"

Mikoto's seemingly random remark startled Maruhoshi Kosuke slightly.
In that moment of stunned silence, a figure that had been lurking underground for a long time burst forth from the ground, its azure dumpling bouncing against Maruhoshi Kosuke's lower back.
"Pfft!"

Struck by the sudden heavy blow, Maruhoshi Kosuke was sent flying backward in a spiral, crashing heavily into a concrete pillar next to the training ground.
"Bang~!"

The clone that successfully launched the sneak attack also dissipated due to its depleted chakra.
"Oh yeah!"

Seeing her meticulously planned tactics take effect, Mikoto jumped for joy, her smug face showing no trace of her earlier dejection.
"Ahem. When?"

Kosuke Maruhoshi, leaning against a cement block, clutched his lower back, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion. When did that clone hidden underground split off?
"While you were fighting against young master Fugaku and the others."

Mikoto, hands on her hips, answered with a serious expression. She knew very well that she would definitely have a fight with Maruhoshi Kosuke.
However, she was also very self-aware. How could a rookie like her, a graduate of the Ninja Academy, possibly defeat an experienced Jonin? So, she created a shadow clone beforehand and infiltrated underground, trying to seize an opportunity, not seeking merit but simply to avoid regret.
"I see, I was careless."

Maruhoshi Kosuke nodded with a look of realization. He hadn't expected to be defeated by a young girl.

“I’ve won now, Mr. Kosuke.”

"Whether we won or not, that's not necessarily true~"

"Ok?"

Mikoto, who had been smiling, froze upon hearing this, as the large hand that had just left covered her head once more.
Meanwhile, in the distance, Maruhoshi Kosuke, clutching his kidneys and his face ashen, dissolved into a puddle of water once more before everyone's eyes.
"When?"

Mikoto was completely out of options this time. Turning to look at the unharmed Maruhoshi Kosuke, she asked with a puzzled expression,

"The instant you dispel your clone."

Maruboshi Kosuke didn't hide anything, replying with a light laugh that as a qualified Jonin, one must always have a clone ready to confuse the situation.
"I lost."

This time, Mikoto accepted her defeat wholeheartedly. She admitted that she had indeed been momentarily distracted when she saw the clone hurtling towards her.
It was precisely because of this lapse in concentration that Maruboshi Kosuke managed to evade the Sharingan's surveillance and seize that fleeting opportunity to create a water clone.
"That's what good kids are like~ So I hereby announce the assessment for Class Seven..."

Satisfied, Kosuke Maruhoshi patted Mikoto's head, preparing to announce the end of the assessment, when a piercing cracking sound came from not far behind him.
"Crunch!"

"what?"

Maruhoshi Kosuke turned his head in confusion, only to see that Rope Tree, whom he had bound from head to toe, had somehow woken up and was now staring at him with fiery eyes.

And that specially made rope, which even elephants cannot break free from, is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Fuck!"

"Boom!"

Finally, with the sheer strength of the rope tree, the specially made rope snapped completely, and Mikoto, witnessing this, cried out in excitement.

"Rope Tree!"

"Take your filthy hands off Mikoto's head!"

Nawaki was surrounded by a visible blue chakra cloak, and the rich life force made Maruboshi Kosuke's scalp tingle. How come this kid's chakra seemed to be more than his own, a Jonin?
Faced with Nawaki's righteous glare, he guiltily and discreetly withdrew his large hand, stained with hot pot oil, from Mikoto's head.

"It's not actually that dirty."

"what!!!"

On the other side, equally good news arrived. After a startled cry, Fugaku, who had been standing frozen in place for a long time, finally broke free from the illusion meticulously prepared by Maruboshi Kosuke.
His cold gaze swept around the room, finally settling on Kosuke Maruhoshi, who was currently "insulting" Mikoto by patting her head.

"Thank you for letting me experience a battle I've never experienced before."

Through sheer willpower, Fugaku emerged from the carnage and, ironically, benefited from the misfortune, successfully breaking through his own limits.

The brutal battle within the illusion washed away the last trace of childishness from his face. As his mental power surged, the chilling aura emanating from his fierce eyes became even more intense than before.

"Um, is it too late to say the assessment is over now?"

Under the watchful eyes of two unfriendly men, Kosuke Maruhoshi stiffened and looked down to ask his subordinate, Mikoto, a question.
"It's too late, Mr. Kosuke."

Seeing her two late but present companions, Mikoto smiled sweetly.
"I knew this money wasn't so easy to get."

Maruhoshi Kosuke sighed, turned to look at Nawaki and the other person holding dumplings and chidori, his honest face full of helplessness. It seemed he wouldn't be able to make it to Gintoki's hot pot.

"Get the kidneys and liver!"

"Sidorli!"

The battle started again.

Off-site,

Nara Shikaku swallowed hard, turning to glance at the Hyuga brothers beside him.

"Senior Hiashi, is your assessment like this too?"

Watching the exaggerated clash of ninjutsu in the arena, Hiashi Hyuga's eye twitched slightly. Their class's instructor was a Jonin from the Hyuga clan; their meeting consisted of a perfunctory introduction, with no actual assessment whatsoever.
"It's not that rude."

"Art fire escape ho fireball!"

Slender flames shot out from Fugaku's puffed-out mouth, eventually coalescing into a massive fireball that hurtled straight towards Maruhoshi Kosuke.
"Water Escape·Water Formation Wall."

A thick, cylindrical wall of water rose out of thin air, successfully holding back the raging fire.

"Sizzle~ Sizzle~"

The scorching steam spread out instantly, and Rope Tree, who was about to rush forward for close combat, quickly retreated.

"Damn it, Fugaku, can you please stop using such harmless ninjutsu?"

"Idiot, who told you that the Fireball Jutsu doesn't do damage?"

"Grandpa Yin said that the Great Fireball can't kill people."

"."

"Wow, I didn't expect you guys to have so many tricks up your sleeves at such a young age."

Steam turned into water droplets and dripped down. Maruhoshi Kosuke emerged from the white mist, stepping on the soaked ground, and looked at the three people in front of him with a sigh.
Are these what they call child prodigies?
He had already thoroughly investigated the situation. Fugaku and the others not only knew high-level secret techniques like the Rasengan and Chidori, but they also wielded B-rank and C-rank ninjutsu with ease.
Compared to them, his position as a Jonin instructor seemed rather pathetic.

"Hmph! What I have in abundance is ninjutsu."

Fugaku proudly pointed to his eyes, as if to say, "Do you even understand the value of a Sharingan copy?"
"Oh? So confident?"

Maruhoshi Kosuke raised an eyebrow and began to form hand seals.
"Then try this."

"Heh heh, let me show you the power of the Sharingan!"

Fugaku, with the copy function active, began to perform hand seals in sync.
After making six seals, Maruhoshi Kosuke paused, while Fugaku frowned.
Why did you stop?

"Water Release·Water Dragon Bullet Technique."

"what?"

Fugaku stood there dumbfounded, staring at the ferocious water dragon charging towards him.

No, he remembered that this thing had 44 imprints, didn't he?
"Poop Escape - Mud Wall!"

Just before Fugaku was about to be swallowed by the water dragon, a thick, yellowish-brown, sticky mud wall rose from the ground, absorbing all of Maruhoshi Kosuke's water dragon bullets.
"You bastard Fugaku, are you stupid?"

Having successfully saved the day, Nawaki looked at the stunned Fugaku with disdain.
"Do six seals fit?"

Coming to his senses, Fugaku wore a disgusting expression, as if he had eaten feces, and looked at Maruboshi Kosuke with a complicated gaze.

This guy's got something.

"Is this what you call the 'poop escape'?"

Maruhoshi Kosuke paid no attention to Fugaku's gaze. Instead, he meticulously examined the collapsing mud wall, and after confirming it wasn't Shit, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ugh, tasteless. Isn't this just mud?"

"Would you like to try something flavorful? I can actually make it too."

Seeing that Maruhoshi Kosuke dared to question his "Poop Release," Nawaki raised his hands, clearly displeased, preparing to unleash an enhanced version of his Mud Release to prove himself.

"No!" *N
Upon hearing this, the faces of the crowd in the stands darkened, and they unanimously objected.

They had all witnessed the terrifying secret technique of the Rope Tree; the smell emanating from it was exactly the same as the smell of the old dry toilet at the east end of Konoha in the summer, adding a layer of olfactory damage to the visual pollution.
"Rope Tree!"

Mikoto, standing to the side, was ashen-faced. If Nawaki really used that technique, she might not be able to eat for a month.
"The situation isn't serious enough to warrant using that technique."

"But he's questioning me, and I have to prove myself!"

Rope Tree was a notorious stubborn fool; the more you told him not to do something, the more he wanted to do it. Even the goddess's obstruction didn't sway him. He stubbornly raised his hand and began to form the hand seals for that nauseating technique.
"Professor Kosuke, I'll be going now."

Seeing that she couldn't stop her, Mikoto turned and ran away, her movements incredibly smooth.
"Run away!"

The spectators outside the arena scattered and fled. Shikaku grabbed Choza, who was still muttering "hot pot," and Inoichi, and they ran away, afraid of being affected by Nawaki's secret technique.
"Idiot Nawaki, are you sure you want to do this?"

Fugaku, the only one who hadn't left, looked at Nawaki beside him with a complicated expression.
"Your aunt will spank you until your bottom is raw."

"Uh, I just did what a man should do! Even if my aunt came, I would still say the same thing!"

Upon hearing the words "aunt," Rope Tree instinctively shrank back, but having already made his bold statement, the die was cast.
"You have guts! No wonder you're my nemesis."

Seeing that even Senju Hisama wasn't afraid of Nawaki, he immediately gave her a thumbs-up to show his admiration.

"Hey, is this kid's bloodline technique really that terrifying?"

Confused, Maruhoshi Kosuke scratched his head. He couldn't understand why, when Nawaki unleashed his secret technique, his teammates were the first to run away.

Have you ever used the dry toilet at the east end of the village?

Fugaku asked in a very serious tone,

"Of course I've been there. My house used to be right next to that dry toilet."

As a long-time resident of Konoha, Maruhoshi Kosuke was naturally very familiar with the historical and cultural heritage of the eastern part of the village. It was said that the bottom layer contained the foundation stone left by the First Hokage.

"It's good to know. The technique he's about to use is exactly the same as the stuff in that dry latrine, from its spirit to its form to its taste."

Nodding slightly, Fugaku uttered a terrifying answer that shattered Maruhoshi Kosuke's spirit.
"what?"

A familiar, long-forgotten flavor surged into his mind, startling him so much that he quickly waved his hand.

"The tonics! You've passed! You've passed!"

But Nawaki had long forgotten about winning or losing; he was completely immersed in the art of his bloodline limit, unable to extricate himself.
"Hmph, it's too late. Art is dung. Poop Escape - Secret Technique - Sea of ​​Dung"

At this critical moment, a figure carrying a bowl appeared, slamming a scalding hot ladle heavily onto Rope Tree's large head, followed by an angry shout.

"You shitty brat, can't you even let people eat?" (End of Chapter)