If the guy wanted to get his teeth knocked out, Rukawa had no problem making that dream come true.
He flexed his hand, quietly stunned. He hadn't even used one percent of his strength just now, and the kid had flown over ten meters.
If he'd used full power, the kid might've been vaporized.
Hyūga Shiki lay slumped against a tree trunk, head tilted, mouth full of blood—completely unconscious.
Not that anyone cared.
Iruka stood frozen, eyes wide like dinner plates, jaw half-open as if something had gotten stuck mid-yell.
Fast.
Too fast.
Even as a Chūnin, Iruka couldn't track Rukawa's movements.
That speed—that power—was completely beyond anything he expected.
Had Uchiha Rukawa already surpassed Chūnin level?
Iruka stared at the boy with his hands in his pockets, unsure what to make of him anymore.
"He cheated! That was a sneak attack! You coward!"
"So this is the great Uchiha, huh?! Too afraid to fight fair?!"
"I'm disappointed in you, Rukawa! You've disgraced your clan!"
The kids who didn't like Rukawa erupted into a noisy uproar.
Of course, none of them had Iruka's trained eye.
All they saw was a blur, followed by Shiki crashing into a tree.
Their brains simply couldn't process a one-hit KO.
To them, ninja battles were supposed to be slow-motion slugfests.
So obviously, Rukawa must've cheated.
"Iruka-sensei! Rukawa cheated! You can't let him win!"
"We refuse to acknowledge such shameless behavior!"
Rukawa stood silently, hands in pockets, gaze icy.
"Bunch of ignorant chickens. So noisy."
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Suddenly, Rukawa pulled a dozen shuriken from his system inventory.
His face turned cold and dangerous.
He stared at the noisy crowd and said calmly:
"Let me teach you little chickens a lesson.
Weaklings who yap in front of the strong... must pay the price."
He flashed a grin.
"And that price... is your lives. Hope you've made peace with the Shinigami."
The glinting steel in his hands, paired with those chilling words, made Iruka's heart seize.
"Rukawa, calm down! Don't be rash! They're your classmates! Put the weapons down!"
Given the speed Rukawa had just shown, Iruka knew he wouldn't be able to stop him in time.
"Uchiha Rukawa! Stop! Do you really want to be labeled a rogue ninja for killing your peers?!"
Rukawa didn't seem to hear. Iruka panicked, dashing toward him.
The Uchiha were known for their... volatility. And this kid clearly wasn't bluffing.
"Hah. Funny how you did nothing when they were screeching, but now you want to stop me."
Rukawa sneered.
With a flick of his wrist, the shuriken whirled through the air.
"No!"
Iruka shouted in horror.
Whoosh!
The blades cut through the air with surgical precision—
Right between the kids' legs.
A dozen pairs of pants were instantly split down the middle.
Rip!
The training field erupted into gasps and shrieks as the kids clutched their suddenly breezy trousers.
A truly unique scene unfolded.
"R-Rukawa, you...!"
Iruka was dumbfounded.
Then, relief flooded him.
Thank the gods, Rukawa hadn't actually gone on a killing spree.
If blood had been spilled on his watch, he had no idea how to explain it to the Third Hokage.
"Iruka-sensei, you look nervous."
Rukawa offered a calm smile.
To Iruka, it looked more like a smirk of mockery.