Whoosh!
While Iruka was deep in thought, Satoru quickly retreated, a harmonica appearing in his hand.
"I've seen your progress. Now, let's see mine."
"What?"
Iruka hadn't anticipated Satoru's move. Seeing the harmonica in his hand, he felt a strong premonition of trouble.
Every time his teacher pulled out something different, it meant he had a new trick up his sleeve.
His right hand swiftly pulled out several Shuriken from his Ninja tool pouch, quickly trying to stop Satoru's actions.
Whoosh whoosh!
Toot toot toot~
Clang clang clang~
Buzz buzz buzz~
Facing the incoming Shuriken, Satoru lightly tilted his body, dodging them. His chest cavity resonated, Chakra accompanying his breath as it entered the harmonica, and he began to play.
A melodious tune rang out.
"I knew it!"
Iruka heard the sound and knew it was bad.
He had become his teacher's experiment again.
He could have just held a blade to his neck, but instead, he had to play the harmonica...
Before he could finish his thought, his vision went black.
When he reappeared, he was already crucified on a cross, facing a sinister old woman with a bandaged head. Before her was a pot filled with various foods.
Iruka felt not only his vision go black, but his heart too.
Especially when the old woman scooped a spoonful with a large ladle, his mouth involuntarily opened, and she fed it to him.
Ugh~
Waaah ugh~
"Teacher, nooo~"
A loud shout came from the mental space, and the standing Iruka outside also shouted in sync.
Meanwhile, Satoru put down the harmonica he was playing. He sensed a surge of air in Iruka's chest, as if it wanted to be expelled from his throat but couldn't.
A smile played on his lips.
"Iruka must like the taste of this hodgepodge, right?"
After his sarcastic remark, he used Pupil Setting Hand to materialise a rocking chair, sat down, and waited for Iruka to break the Genjutsu.
Without continuous Genjutsu release, and without using any super-standard Genjutsu, conventional dispelling methods would work. He just wondered if Iruka could withstand that taste long enough to break it.
Just Houttuynia cordata as the main dish, Beijing Douzhi to cut the greasiness, cilantro mixed rice, and durian for dessert—he should be able to withstand it... Hmm...
Iruka had tried individual taste punishments before; this was just the first time they were all combined.
...
His brows were tightly furrowed, his cheeks clenched, his forehead strained, his nose flared, and his eyes were reduced to pinhole-sized slits.
His facial features were tightly scrunched together.
That was Iruka's state at that moment.
Tears welled up and flowed from those pinhole-sized gaps, snot hung like crystal pendants, and his muscles involuntarily tensed.
"I... I never want to spar with Teacher again~"
After a brief adaptation, he finally remembered that this was a Genjutsu and could be broken.
Focusing his last bit of energy, his internal Chakra, after being suppressed to its lowest point, suddenly erupted.
The scene before his eyes slowly shifted. The terrifying old woman was gone, and so was the dreadful pot of food. Only a seemingly sleeping Satoru remained.
Then he felt something cold on his chin. His hand brushed the cold spot, and a sticky sensation entered his mind from his hand.
He looked closely—it was snot!
Click!
"Ah, Iruka, you're so disgusting! I took a picture!" Satoru's voice rang out. Unbeknownst to Iruka, a camera had appeared in his hand and hee had just come from it.
...
"Not bad, not bad, great progress. You can already be a qualified teacher; truly, the student has surpassed the master!"
Satoru refused Iruka's request to delete the photo and praised him.
He thought to himself, 'That was close; I almost forgot to record life. Thankfully, I remembered at the last moment and successfully preserved Iruka's embarrassing photo.'
When Naruto's generation grows up, and he puts Iruka's photo in front of them, what will that feel like? It must be very interesting, right?
Iruka said resentfully, "Teacher, you weren't trying to test me, were you? You just wanted to test your new Genjutsu."
Satoru nodded, then quickly shook his head, "Nonsense, how could I make my disciple a test subject? I just wanted you to experience Genjutsu, which I'm going to teach you.
To contribute to Konoha's growth and give you a secret technique to teach students at the Ninja School."
He patted his chest, full of conviction.
Iruka became even more resentful upon hearing this, "Teacher, my Genjutsu talent is limited to dispelling Genjutsu; you said so."
"What? Did I say that?
No problem, Teacher has grown! This Genjutsu has a special treatment. The teacher has thoroughly researched the resonance between the Chakra and taste organs. As long as you release it according to the hand sign method I teach, you can consistently release Genjutsu with specific tastes.
Hmm, limited to humans, not Summoning Beasts, okay?" Satoru stated there was no problem.
Iruka's eyes lit up, "Really?"
If it were true, then if any student dared to be mischievous, couldn't he use this as punishment, just like his teacher taught them?
Then, as a teacher, no student at the Ninja School would dare to defy him, right?
As Iruka thought about it, a strange smile appeared on his lips.
No one understood the deterrent power of this Genjutsu better than he. The potential of, Ibara Keisen, Mibu Shinobi back then was forced out this way.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to develop new Ninjutsu.
"Don't worry, don't you still believe in Teacher's strength?" Satoru patted his chest.
Naruto, Shikamaru, Kiba, Choji... I don't have a twisted sense of humour. I'm just doing this for Konoha's future growth. If you get caught in it, it's for your good.
Cackle cackle cackle~
Satoru's thoughts had already flown to the scene of Naruto's generation entering the Ninja School and being punished by Iruka with this move.
...
Achoo~
In a simple room, Naruto was eating instant noodles when his nose suddenly tickled, and a sneeze nearly knocked over the instant noodle cup.
He was so startled that he quickly steadied it with both hands.
He wiped his nose with his sleeve, "Hmm? Am I catching a cold?"
...
Nara Clan.
Thud!
Shikamaru, holding a Shogi piece, placed it on his desired spot on the board.
Suddenly.
His nose felt itchy.
Achoo~
"What's wrong, Shikamaru? Don't use a sneeze to cover up the fact that you're about to lose." Shikaku also picked up a Shogi piece and placed it in a crucial position, completely trapping Shikamaru.
"I won't admit defeat. It's just that I have a bad feeling." This feeling came out of nowhere, leaving Shikamaru puzzled.
Shikaku chuckled upon hearing this, "Hmph hmph, a man of character must admit when he's not good enough!"
"That's not it..."
...
Achoo~
Woof woof~
"It's okay, Akamaru, let's try again."
Inuzuka Kiba rubbed his nose, looked at Akamaru, his companion whom his mother had just given him, and smiled, wanting to practice their synchronisation training again.
...
Barbecue restaurant.
Achoo~
Choji, chubby and cute, sneezed, but at over three years old, his dexterity in picking up meat was comparable to using chopsticks to catch a fly. Not even a sneeze could stop his appetite.
"Choji, you need to eat slower. Look, you've caught a cold." Choji's mother quickly took a tissue to wipe his snot.