Days ticked by.
Not just Team Minato—every genin slated for Konoha's Chunin Exam dove into brutal training.
This exam wasn't a cakewalk.
Wartime probing between villages—how could it be?
Clan backing mattered now—how deep their roots ran…
That evening…
Post-training, Yuto Souta and Obito bid Kakashi goodbye, heading for Uchiha turf.
An invite from a day ago.
As the Uchiha clan's fastest-to-graduate record holders, now prepping for the Chunin Exam at this age…
The Uchiha finally called their prodigies home.
Invite? More like a summons…
The messenger hadn't mentioned the exam—just their beating of that Uchiha punk.
"Yuto… what's the plan?" Obito whispered, nerves creeping.
He always bragged about Uchiha pride.
But living on the clan's outskirts, he barely knew any…
Uchiha—glorious, power-hungry.
A clan of rank and status…
Obito and his grandma? Bottom rung, pre-this.
Yuto too.
"Plan? Wing it," Yuto said, pumping him up. "We didn't start it—worst case, we fight!"
Odd pep talk—summoned for screwing up, yet he pushed violence…
Against logic, against his norm.
But perfect for the task…
Earn 'Uchiha's Top Genius' title?
Show strength—duh.
Conquer proud Uchiha with multiplication tables? Nah—fists it was.
"Right…" Obito nodded, dawning—his tomoe flickered on.
Yuto's brow ticked.
Not dumb—crafty, even…
Blackened Obito tripled his juice, sure—but his base? A future ninja-world puppeteer. How dumb could he be?
Those tomoe alone screamed their worth!
That punk they thrashed? No Sharingan—trash.
They moved fast.
Soon, the destination loomed.
A massive training ground—half artificial lake, gold under sunset; half open, shuriken targets scattered, empty.
Past it—the real Uchiha domain.
Old-school buildings, a vibe apart from Konoha—legacy from the Warring States.
Uchiha in clan robes clustered—casual yet rigid. No loudmouths, no wanderers.
A middle-aged man loomed on a platform, eyeing the approaching boys.
All turned with him.
Instant spotlight.
"Yuto… I'm freaking out," Obito hissed, face stiffening.
Pressure crushed…
"Me too… Wanna blast a Great Fireball to vent?" Yuto shot back, face weird.
"Huh?" Obito blanked. "For real?"
"For real, your head! We're here—quit panicking! Wanna bolt instead?"
Geez… what a wimp!
Dragging this guy, Yuto felt embarrassment prick.
Didn't he know those red-eyed freaks had eagle vision?!
Lip-reading your farts, easy!
Obito pouted, wounded…
They reached the Uchiha crowd.
Including the platform guy—maybe the chief?—all stared, silent, eyes sharp.
Wordless pressure hit harder—Yuto frowned.
First real clan visit, Uchiha name or not.
Orphan past? No entry creds.
He'd prepped for taunts, or that punk's backup stirring crap…
Violence? Ready.
Not his dream, but the quickest fix.
Especially for Uchiha…
But this? No moves, just stares—nowhere to swing.
Red-eyed freaks gawking—what the hell…
Five minutes dragged.
Yuto memorized every face—platform guy, five times.
Checked his chakra—genjutsu?
Nope.
Just staring—no moves, no words, nothing.
Yuto's face darkened…
Time to set the pace.
Yanking Obito back, Sharingan flared, chakra surged—quick signs, low shout.
"Earth Release: Ground Quake Core!"
Ground rumbled—stone pillars surged up.
Amid shifting Uchiha gazes, Yuto and Obito rose—higher than the platform man!
Yuto glared down, fed up.
"I'm on a clock."
"One-on-one or all-in—move it!"
Done.
Double-tomoe blazing—battle mode.
Obito froze, then stepped up, knees bent, primed.
Two kids atop stone, facing a Uchiha horde!
Weird scene.
Still—no reaction.
But… Yuto's tomoe softened their stares.
"One and two tomoe, huh…" the platform man mused.
He waved below.
"Go—test them."
"Teach them… Sharingan's real use."
A path cleared—a young Uchiha stepped out.
Seventeen, eighteen—long blade at waist, straight black hair, Hyuga-ish vibe.
Triple-tomoe eyes.
Classic Uchiha arrogance…
Yuto's brow lifted.
Finally.
No tomoe, no fight?
This guy… unknown.
Triple-tomoe—pre-Mangekyo peak—but unfamiliar.
Small fry, or some genius who didn't make Naruto's cut?
"Introduction."
"I'm Uchiha Ryuei—elite, skilled in Fire Release, shurikenjutsu, genjutsu."
"Chunin Exam—I'm on another squad."
Yuto and Obito's faces lit up…
Cool voice, icy aura…
First-gen Kakashi vibes?
Yuto thought—Itachi.
Fire, shuriken, genjutsu intro?
Kid wasn't born yet.
"Yuto… we introducing too?" Obito whispered, half-squatting.
Ryuei's rundown was thorough—skills laid bare, like it didn't matter.
Yuto figured—reciprocate.
"I'm Yuto Souta, almost six, Konoha genin."
"Skills… Fire, Water, Lightning, Earth, Wind."
He pondered.
No lies—secret stuff aside.
Fire and Wind? Day-one toys.
Earth? Iwa loot. Water? Two high-end jutsu.
Lightning? Sparse—but he'd winged Chidori for Kakashi—sitting in his panel, ripening.
"Me too!" Obito jumped in.
"I'm Uchiha Obito, almost six, Konoha genin."
"Skilled in Fire, and—whoa?!"
Mid-sentence—kunai flew at his forehead!
Clang—
Obito blocked fast—Ryuei's voice chilled his ear…
"No interest in a weakling's intro."
Cool tone, laced with killing intent.
Obito's pupils shrank!
A familiar hand yanked his collar—Yuto's voice rang.
"No interest? Lose the ears."
"Hydrogen Rasengan!"
Yuto loved this no-sign gem.
Fast, Ninjutsu Master-boosted, Hydrogen's punch adjustable.
Like now.
One Hydrogen Rasengan—then Yuto hauled Obito underground with Earth Release!
BOOM!!!!
A deafening roar—dust exploded, Yuto's own pillar shattered!
"Obito! Guard my flanks!"
Ten meters out, Yuto roared—hands blurred!
"Water Release: Water Wall!"
"Nitrogen Release: Nitrogen Dragon!"
"Fire Release: Mother-Child Linked Great Fireball Flame Ray!"
"Turn to light, my Fireball!"
Jutsu chained—Water Wall shielded, open front for Fire, Nitrogen Dragon coiled above, a Fireball rocketed at the Uchiha horde!
Target? Never Ryuei.
Some Naruto-no-show punk? Unworthy.
Fighting finesse? Not his gig—no talent for blade dances.
But a research-mage ninja—jutsu-born!
Thrashing nameless Uchiha for a quest… fair, right?
"Fire Release: Great Fireball!"
The platform man—middle-aged—moved.
No fancy Uchiha flair—just triple-tomoe glaring, simplest jutsu.
Bigger than Yuto's by a mile!
Fireballs clashed—adult bullying kid vibes…
Uchiha eyes screamed "duh."
Fugaku's? Unhid admiration.
Clan head saw—Yuto's Fireball was sharp.
So were the others.
But… that's it.
Clever kid—Fire to attack, Water to counter Fire.
That weird dragon? Whatever…
No matter.
He'd proved himself—Uchiha-worthy.
Go easy…
Cancel his prized jutsu with the same, nudge his Water—lesson taught.
Fugaku mused.
Clan head duty—lift the young.
This one's talent? Solid.
Five natures, he'd heard… huh?
Why'd his Fire crumple so fast?
Chakra drain from three jutsu?
Needs work!
Wait—
Fugaku's eyes narrowed!
That Fireball's rigged!
"All hands—dodge it!"Here's the translated and polished version of your Naruto fanfiction chapter, renumbered as "52" per your request. I've changed the protagonist's name to Yuto Souta (originally Uchiha Kageyama), corrected spelling and grammatical errors, and kept the meaning intact. The title is adjusted to "52 - The Strange Behavior of a Bunch of Red-Eyed Freaks," following your provided "第五十五章 一群红眼病的诡异行为." From here, I'll continue numbering sequentially (next would be 53, etc.).
52 - The Strange Behavior of a Bunch of Red-Eyed Freaks
Days ticked by.
Not just Team Minato—every genin slated for Konoha's Chunin Exam dove into brutal training.
This exam wasn't a cakewalk.
Wartime probing between villages—how could it be?
Clan backing mattered now—how deep their roots ran…
That evening…
Post-training, Yuto Souta and Obito bid Kakashi goodbye, heading for Uchiha turf.
An invite from a day ago.
As the Uchiha clan's fastest-to-graduate record holders, now prepping for the Chunin Exam at this age…
The Uchiha finally called their prodigies home.
Invite? More like a summons…
The messenger hadn't mentioned the exam—just their beating of that Uchiha punk.
"Yuto… what's the plan?" Obito whispered, nerves creeping.
He always bragged about Uchiha pride.
But living on the clan's outskirts, he barely knew any…
Uchiha—glorious, power-hungry.
A clan of rank and status…
Obito and his grandma? Bottom rung, pre-this.
Yuto too.
"Plan? Wing it," Yuto said, pumping him up. "We didn't start it—worst case, we fight!"
Odd pep talk—summoned for screwing up, yet he pushed violence…
Against logic, against his norm.
But perfect for the task…
Earn 'Uchiha's Top Genius' title?
Show strength—duh.
Conquer proud Uchiha with multiplication tables? Nah—fists it was.
"Right…" Obito nodded, dawning—his tomoe flickered on.
Yuto's brow ticked.
Not dumb—crafty, even…
Blackened Obito tripled his juice, sure—but his base? A future ninja-world puppeteer. How dumb could he be?
Those tomoe alone screamed their worth!
That punk they thrashed? No Sharingan—trash.
They moved fast.
Soon, the destination loomed.
A massive training ground—half artificial lake, gold under sunset; half open, shuriken targets scattered, empty.
Past it—the real Uchiha domain.
Old-school buildings, a vibe apart from Konoha—legacy from the Warring States.
Uchiha in clan robes clustered—casual yet rigid. No loudmouths, no wanderers.
A middle-aged man loomed on a platform, eyeing the approaching boys.
All turned with him.
Instant spotlight.
"Yuto… I'm freaking out," Obito hissed, face stiffening.
Pressure crushed…
"Me too… Wanna blast a Great Fireball to vent?" Yuto shot back, face weird.
"Huh?" Obito blanked. "For real?"
"For real, your head! We're here—quit panicking! Wanna bolt instead?"
Geez… what a wimp!
Dragging this guy, Yuto felt embarrassment prick.
Didn't he know those red-eyed freaks had eagle vision?!
Lip-reading your farts, easy!
Obito pouted, wounded…
They reached the Uchiha crowd.
Including the platform guy—maybe the chief?—all stared, silent, eyes sharp.
Wordless pressure hit harder—Yuto frowned.
First real clan visit, Uchiha name or not.
Orphan past? No entry creds.
He'd prepped for taunts, or that punk's backup stirring crap…
Violence? Ready.
Not his dream, but the quickest fix.
Especially for Uchiha…
But this? No moves, just stares—nowhere to swing.
Red-eyed freaks gawking—what the hell…
Five minutes dragged.
Yuto memorized every face—platform guy, five times.
Checked his chakra—genjutsu?
Nope.
Just staring—no moves, no words, nothing.
Yuto's face darkened…
Time to set the pace.
Yanking Obito back, Sharingan flared, chakra surged—quick signs, low shout.
"Earth Release: Ground Quake Core!"
Ground rumbled—stone pillars surged up.
Amid shifting Uchiha gazes, Yuto and Obito rose—higher than the platform man!
Yuto glared down, fed up.
"I'm on a clock."
"One-on-one or all-in—move it!"
Done.
Double-tomoe blazing—battle mode.
Obito froze, then stepped up, knees bent, primed.
Two kids atop stone, facing a Uchiha horde!
Weird scene.
Still—no reaction.
But… Yuto's tomoe softened their stares.
"One and two tomoe, huh…" the platform man mused.
He waved below.
"Go—test them."
"Teach them… Sharingan's real use."
A path cleared—a young Uchiha stepped out.
Seventeen, eighteen—long blade at waist, straight black hair, Hyuga-ish vibe.
Triple-tomoe eyes.
Classic Uchiha arrogance…
Yuto's brow lifted.
Finally.
No tomoe, no fight?
This guy… unknown.
Triple-tomoe—pre-Mangekyo peak—but unfamiliar.
Small fry, or some genius who didn't make Naruto's cut?
"Introduction."
"I'm Uchiha Ryuei—elite, skilled in Fire Release, shurikenjutsu, genjutsu."
"Chunin Exam—I'm on another squad."
Yuto and Obito's faces lit up…
Cool voice, icy aura…
First-gen Kakashi vibes?
Yuto thought—Itachi.
Fire, shuriken, genjutsu intro?
Kid wasn't born yet.
"Yuto… we introducing too?" Obito whispered, half-squatting.
Ryuei's rundown was thorough—skills laid bare, like it didn't matter.
Yuto figured—reciprocate.
"I'm Yuto Souta, almost six, Konoha genin."
"Skills… Fire, Water, Lightning, Earth, Wind."
He pondered.
No lies—secret stuff aside.
Fire and Wind? Day-one toys.
Earth? Iwa loot. Water? Two high-end jutsu.
Lightning? Sparse—but he'd winged Chidori for Kakashi—sitting in his panel, ripening.
"Me too!" Obito jumped in.
"I'm Uchiha Obito, almost six, Konoha genin."
"Skilled in Fire, and—whoa?!"
Mid-sentence—kunai flew at his forehead!
Clang—
Obito blocked fast—Ryuei's voice chilled his ear…
"No interest in a weakling's intro."
Cool tone, laced with killing intent.
Obito's pupils shrank!
A familiar hand yanked his collar—Yuto's voice rang.
"No interest? Lose the ears."
"Hydrogen Rasengan!"
Yuto loved this no-sign gem.
Fast, Ninjutsu Master-boosted, Hydrogen's punch adjustable.
Like now.
One Hydrogen Rasengan—then Yuto hauled Obito underground with Earth Release!
BOOM!!!!
A deafening roar—dust exploded, Yuto's own pillar shattered!
"Obito! Guard my flanks!"
Ten meters out, Yuto roared—hands blurred!
"Water Release: Water Wall!"
"Nitrogen Release: Nitrogen Dragon!"
"Fire Release: Mother-Child Linked Great Fireball Flame Ray!"
"Turn to light, my Fireball!"
Jutsu chained—Water Wall shielded, open front for Fire, Nitrogen Dragon coiled above, a Fireball rocketed at the Uchiha horde!
Target? Never Ryuei.
Some Naruto-no-show punk? Unworthy.
Fighting finesse? Not his gig—no talent for blade dances.
But a research-mage ninja—jutsu-born!
Thrashing nameless Uchiha for a quest… fair, right?
"Fire Release: Great Fireball!"
The platform man—middle-aged—moved.
No fancy Uchiha flair—just triple-tomoe glaring, simplest jutsu.
Bigger than Yuto's by a mile!
Fireballs clashed—adult bullying kid vibes…
Uchiha eyes screamed "duh."
Fugaku's? Unhid admiration.
Clan head saw—Yuto's Fireball was sharp.
So were the others.
But… that's it.
Clever kid—Fire to attack, Water to counter Fire.
That weird dragon? Whatever…
No matter.
He'd proved himself—Uchiha-worthy.
Go easy…
Cancel his prized jutsu with the same, nudge his Water—lesson taught.
Fugaku mused.
Clan head duty—lift the young.
This one's talent? Solid.
Five natures, he'd heard… huh?
Why'd his Fire crumple so fast?
Chakra drain from three jutsu?
Needs work!
Wait—
Fugaku's eyes narrowed!
That Fireball's rigged!
"All hands—dodge it!"
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