The more Sarutobi Hasumi fought, the more shocked and aggrieved he became.
The boy felt like a naked person standing in front of a giant mirror. All his flaws, all his shortcomings, were illuminated clearly, with nowhere to hide.
The opponent, however, was always like a shadow shrouded in mist, unfathomable.
"Damn it..."
A wave of unwillingness welled up in Hasumi's heart.
He retreated a few steps abruptly, distancing himself from the Clan Head. His chest heaved violently, and sweat soaked his hair, sliding down his cheeks.
He knew that if this continued, he would only be worn down to death.
...Go for broke!
Hasumi's eyes instantly turned crimson.
He mobilized all the remaining chakra in his body without reservation, gathering it on his right fist.
A powerful airflow began to rotate and converge with him as the center.
The surrounding fallen leaves were swept up by this airflow, forming a small vortex.
This was a trump card he had figured out himself in the battlefield simulation, combining the nature transformation of Wind Release.
He named it—Wind Release: Ripple Gale Fist.
"Lord Clan Head, take my final move!"
Hasumi let out a roar, and his whole body, like a cannonball, charged at Sarutobi Hiruzen again.
His right fist was wrapped in pale green Wind Release chakra, emitting a piercing whistling sound as if it could tear everything apart.
This punch was his strongest strike!
Around the training ground, those young clansmen who were already lying on the ground subconsciously held their breath, staring unblinkingly at the center of the field.
Although they had just been easily defeated by Lord Hokage in an almost humiliating way, this did not prevent them from holding the most ardent expectations for their companion.
"Go for it! Hasumi!"
"Let the Clan Head see the power of our Sarutobi clan's new generation!"
However, facing this earth-shattering punch.
Sarutobi Hiruzen's face still wore that calm and breezy expression.
He looked at Hasumi's eyes, which had turned crimson due to anger and unwillingness, and sighed softly in his heart.
"Sigh..."
"Possessing power but ultimately influenced by emotions. This punch seems powerful, but there are more flaws than stars in the sky."
"If only your surname was Uchiha..."
Never mind.
Let me give you the most impressive lesson.
A sharp glint flashed in Sarutobi Hiruzen's eyes.
Time seemed to be infinitely slowed down at this moment.
Sarutobi Hasumi's fist, carrying the whistling sound of tearing the air, saw the Clan Head's figure constantly enlarging in his eyes.
The pale green Wind Release chakra formed a spiral airflow, wrapping around his arm and emitting a sharp aura.
Sarutobi Hasumi poured all his strength, will, and even desire for victory into this punch.
This punch condensed all his chakra.
He seemed to see that his punch would hit the Clan Head's chest without suspense, winning back the dignity belonging to young people for himself.
However, the ideal is full, but the reality... is skinny to the point of being heinous.
Sarutobi Hiruzen's left hand, which had been behind his back all along, still didn't move.
His right hand formed a knife with his fingers held together, and with an extremely precise posture, cut into the fist wind.
A subtle vibrational force instantly spread throughout Hasumi's entire arm along his wrist.
"!!!"
Hasumi only felt all his strength vanish at this moment.
That originally imposing Wind Release chakra also dissipated into the air with a puff like a punctured balloon.
At the same time.
Sarutobi Hiruzen's right foot moved.
It was a sweep kick that looked incredibly casual, even lazy.
It didn't bring up a trace of wind, nor did it contain any chakra.
Like an old man taking a walk, just casually kicking a stone by the roadside.
"Snap."
A soft sound.
Hasumi only felt a force on his chest so clever it made him want to vomit blood.
In the next second, under the dumbfounded gaze of all the young clansmen on the training ground.
Sarutobi Hasumi, the leading figure of the Sarutobi clan's new generation, the elite who was slaughtering everyone in the training ground just now.
Under the dual effect of inertia and that clever force, his entire body lost all control.
The forward-charging body, in a comical and extremely embarrassing posture—butt sticking out backward, body leaning forward, hands still maintaining the punching pose—just... flew out.
Finally, it drew an extremely standard parabola in the air.
The whole movement was done in one go, filled with an indescribable sense of humor.
On the sidelines, the young people who were cheering for Hasumi just now were like they had been cast with a Body Bind Technique, their mouths wide open, eyes staring like copper bells.
They watched helplessly as Sarutobi Hasumi flew elegantly in the air in an extremely comical "butt-backward flat sand falling goose style."
Finally...
"Splat!"
A dull thud was exceptionally clear on the training ground.
After two and a half flips, Sarutobi Hasumi's face had intimate contact with the grass of the training ground, which had just rained and was still a bit damp.
A mouthful of green grass and mud was his only harvest at this moment.
The whole field was silent.
Everyone stared stupidly at the figure lying prone on the ground in a prostrate posture, motionless, their minds blank.
Lost?
Just... lost like that?
Hasumi, who was imposing like a rainbow just now, as if he could punch through the sky, was... instantly killed by Lord Hokage with one move?
And in such... an impactful and ornamental way?
Unknown who was the first unable to hold it back.
"Pfft..."
A suppressed laugh was like a fuse igniting a powder keg.
In the next second.
"Hahahahahaha!"
"My god! Hasumi! That pose of yours just now was too cool!"
"Butt-backward flat sand falling goose style! I would like to call it the ultimate secret of Sarutobi Style Taijutsu!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Who brought a camera? Take a picture quickly! This will definitely make the front page of this year's 'Konoha Joke Collection'!"
"Hasumi, is the grass delicious? Is it a new variety from Lord Sakumo's farm?"
The training ground was filled with joyful air.
Roaring laughter like a tsunami resounded through the entire training ground.
Those young people who had just been beaten by Sarutobi Hiruzen until "corpses lay everywhere" and looked like they had lost the will to live were now all laughing so hard they leaned back and forth, rolling on the ground, tears almost coming out.
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