"So," Yoruha said.
"You're a Fire-style user, and I'm Wind-style."
"I've always heard people say that Wind-style can't beat Fire-style."
"But I don't think that so-called rule applies to us."
"So," he continued with a calm smile,
"I want to make a bet with you—to see whether your Fire Release or my Wind Release is better.
What do you say?"
Under Yoruha's gentle and almost teasing tone, Sasuke's interest was clearly stirred.
What's this now?
He wants to challenge me?
Seriously?
Although he was a bit excited on the inside, Sasuke kept his face calm and aloof.
"Hmph. Of course Fire beats Wind. That's not even a debate—it's a known rule!"
"I just didn't bother with you before. But if you insist on making a bet…"
He smirked. "Then I'll see it through to the end."
"But…"
He narrowed his eyes slightly. "What exactly do you want to bet?"
There was a spark in Sasuke's eyes, flickering between cold pride and burning ambition.
His emotions were complicated.
He had waited for this moment—for two whole years.
If he challenged Yoruha himself, people would say he was bullying someone from a lesser clan,
especially now that he had awakened the Sharingan.
But this?
This was perfect.
Yoruha had thrown down the challenge.
Now Sasuke could go all-out.
He could use his Sharingan with no guilt.
He could finally show everyone the true power of the Uchiha.
In fact, Sasuke had already imagined this moment countless times—
He would defeat Yoruha with overwhelming force,
step on his back with one foot,
let the breeze whip through his hair,
and declare:
"Do you think I'm still the same Uchiha Sasuke as before?"
"I'm standing right here. Look closely and see how far I've come!"
Yoruha noticed Sasuke's expression slowly twist into something wild, even theatrical.
He wasn't sure what Sasuke was imagining in his head—
but one thing was clear:
He'd taken the bait.
"The bet's simple," Yoruha said with a grin.
"Dinner's boring tonight. So let's bet on barbecue."
"Loser buys. Winner eats."
He pointed over toward Ba Xiaoqiang and the others.
When Sasuke heard the terms of the bet,
he laughed with a strange look on his face.
That's it?
Just a free meal?
These guys really are a bunch of kids...
What kind of grown-up bets over food like that?
But still—
"Fine. I accept."
Back behind the school building,
Yoruha picked a quiet, hidden corner as the battleground.
No teachers, no classmates—
just Ba Xiaoqiang standing nearby as the sole spectator,
and the official witness of the match...
and the one who'd benefit the most if he got free barbecue later.
Uchiha Sasuke stood with his hands in his pockets,
a confident smirk on his face.
He looked at Yoruha with calm disdain.
"Hmph."
"Yoruha from the Yamanaka clan…"
"I've stayed low-key these past two years. I've avoided conflict with you."
"But don't think for a second that it's because I feared you."
"Let me tell you—today, I, Uchiha Sasuke, will show you exactly what the Uchiha legacy means."
Yoruha wasn't bothered in the slightest by Sasuke's cocky declaration.
He'd seen plenty of characters like this in the ninja world—
guys who had to go through the whole process:
Talk big.
Do their signature pose.
Use their flashy move.
Then get smacked down.
That was just tradition.
Let the show begin.
The fight started.
They both dashed forward at the same time,
raising their right arms and slamming into each other.
Boom!
A burst of impact exploded between them.
Sasuke's expression twitched.
This wasn't a move with ninjutsu or tricks—
it was raw force.
Pure, direct, no gimmicks.
And he had to admit—
This guy is strong!