At the moment these ninjas made their move, they became Kazekaze's enemies. Since they were enemies, there was no need to hold back. Kazekaze decisively aimed at the opponent's chest, concentrating Hashirama's chakra into his clenched fist. He used the monstrous strength technique that was supposed to be perfected by his sister, Tsunade.
"Cherry Blossom Impact!"
By the time the ninja sensed danger, it was too late to react. He could only watch in horror as Kazekaze's fist drove into his chest.
BOOM!
The impact reverberated like an explosion, the sheer force shattering every rib in his body. Before he could even comprehend how a seven-year-old child could possess such terrifying strength, his body was already sent flying. The world around him faded into darkness as he lost consciousness on the spot.
"What the hell is with this kid…?" The ninja suppressing Weiming gasped in disbelief.
Noticing Kazekaze send his comrade flying, he immediately turned his attention toward him. The boy's youthful features curled into a smirk, his right leg slowly lifting. He never in his wildest dreams imagined he would feel this level of pressure from a mere child.
No… Not just pressure… I actually feel like this kid could kill me!
Who was this boy? Why did he exude such a terrifying presence? He looked no older than Yuna. Sure, in the Warring States era, it wasn't unusual for children to be sent to war… But this? Never before had he heard of a child possessing such monstrous physical strength.
His comrade had been wearing iron chest armor—and yet, Kazekaze's punch caved it in completely. Not only that, but the man had spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the spot. This is beyond belief!
Without even realizing it, the overwhelming fear in the ninja's heart paralyzed him. And that brief hesitation… Was all Weiming needed. Seizing the opening, Weiming drove a brutal kick into his opponent's stomach. Abandoning his katana, he swiftly pulled a kunai from his tool pouch and plunged it into the man's left chest.
The ninja let out a choking gasp.
Without pause, Weiming caught his spinning katana mid-air, twisted his grip, and sliced another enemy's throat in one clean motion. His movements were fluid, precise—like a river flowing effortlessly over stone. But deep down, he knew the truth.
'Without Kazekaze's Cherry Blossom Impact shaking them up, I never would have gotten an opening.'
Because his opponents… Were well-trained ninjas with nearly no flaws.
Meanwhile, Sarutobi Hiruzen had already finished off his enemy. Despite his youthful appearance, he was far stronger than he looked. He glanced at the downed enemy.
"A Chunin, huh."
A mere Chunin, thinking he could take him down one-on-one?
'He's at least ten years too early.'
However… As he confirmed that the ninja posed no further threat, his gaze shifted toward Kazekaze.
"Kazekaze is truly terrifying." Sarutobi couldn't help but be impressed.
No matter how much one trained, actual combat was different. The fear of dying—that was enough to paralyze even seasoned warriors. But Kazekaze? He had shown no fear at all. Instead, he had made the perfect tactical decision.
"Facing combat for the first time, yet completely unfazed, executing every move with precision, not even getting his clothes dirty, and even saving Miss Yuna… Kazekaze, you're something else. Not only do you have power beyond your years, but you also possess a fearless heart."
In truth, it wasn't just Sarutobi Hiruzen. Everyone present was shaken by Kazekaze's display. Especially Weiming, who glanced at the ninja Kazekaze had sent flying.
The iron chest plate was completely dented, and blood trickled from the man's mouth, nose, and the corners of his eyes. If he hadn't misjudged, Kazekaze's punch had fractured multiple ribs, causing severe internal organ compression. Though the man was still faintly breathing, without immediate medical attention, his injuries would only worsen—until his heart stopped altogether.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be impossible to believe that a seven-year-old child had done this with a single punch.
"No wonder Lord Tobirama has such high hopes for Kazekaze…" At this moment, Weiming finally understood. Why Kazekaze had become a ninja at such a young age. He truly had the strength, and… It was terrifying. His chakra reserves alone… A perfect inheritance from both Lord Hashirama and Lady Mito.
Given time, Kazekaze's name would inevitably echo throughout the entire shinobi world. And it wasn't just speculation. It was absolute certainty.
"Kazekaze..." Hatake Sakumo stared blankly at Kazekaze.
He had always been called a genius ninja, graduating from the academy in just a year and a half. Even though he believed in keeping a low profile, deep down, he had always felt a quiet sense of pride. But now…
Genius? Does that really apply to me?
Facing the enemy's relentless assault, he had been powerless. He couldn't even do something as simple as shielding Yuna. Without his teammates, he would have been killed instantly.
Yet Kazekaze… With just one punch, had completely overwhelmed the enemy. The gap between them was staggering. For the first time, Sakumo felt…
Helpless. Insignificant.
Kazekaze… He's the real genius.
"Compared to him, I'm nothing but dead weight." Sakumo clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
For the first time in his life… He hated his own weakness.
Kazekaze quickly noticed his frustration.
"Well done, Sakumo. You were the first to detect the enemy's movements—that instinct is rare. No wonder people call you a genius." Kazekaze smiled.
He genuinely acknowledged Sakumo's abilities. Had it not been for his system-gifted powers, he himself might have frozen in fear, unable to move—just like Naruto had in the past. But Sakumo? Despite knowing he was outmatched, he had still charged forward without hesitation. That wasn't just courage. That was a true shinobi's resolve.
Turning to Yuna, Kazekaze tilted his head playfully.
"Speaking of which, you're not hurt, are you, Miss Uzumaki?"