At that moment—
Uchiha Sasuke's expression turned... complicated.
He had been hiding his Sharingan for two whole years.
Two years.
And now, finally—
finally—
he had the perfect chance to activate it and completely dominate his opponent.
How the hell did he end up getting slapped?!
What made it worse—
under the keen perception of his Sharingan,
he could clearly see something in Yoruha's expression.
Pity.
Yoruha…
was pitying him.
Sasuke's brain stuttered.
What does that mean?!
I'm the son of the Uchiha clan leader—
The heir of the strongest family in all of Konoha!
I awakened the Sharingan at such a young age!
And you pity me?
Are you kidding me?!
Sasuke's subconscious was going into overdrive, spinning out a jumbled mess of indignation and disbelief.
Meanwhile, his body had already gone flying from Yoruha's slap.
Watching from the sidelines, the others looked absolutely thrilled.
Serves you right—trying to show off before the fight even began.
Now look at you. Hammered.
Naruto scratched his chin thoughtfully.
"Hey, Shikamaru… is this really that fancy eye technique you said was stronger than the Byakugan?"
"I don't see any difference. Honestly, I think Sakura's right—must be colored contact lenses."
Sakura sniffled a little, looking conflicted.
"Poor Sasuke-kun… he got smacked again by Yoruha-kun. But they're both so handsome... It's really hard to choose sides."
There were just too many good-looking boys in this class.
Sakura felt like crying from the sheer emotional burden.
Sasuke, meanwhile, was still reeling.
His head was buzzing.
His cheek was stinging.
And the chatter around him only added fuel to his already burning humiliation.
That was it.
No more playing around.
"Yoruha! Don't get cocky! Try this—
Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"
Boom!
Sasuke roared, flooding his chakra network with fire release energy.
Flames exploded from his throat—
a massive fireball, easily more than three meters wide, tore across the training field.
The heat was intense.
The technique's power, astonishing.
Right then—
Sasuke had completely lost his cool.
He didn't care about holding back.
Didn't care about overkill.
He just wanted to burn Yoruha down.
Buzz!
A sharp, piercing sound ripped through the flames.
A streak of silver-white wind chakra flashed out—cutting straight through the fireball.
Everyone watching immediately recognized it:
Yoruha's Wind Blade.
Deadly. Sharp. Unstoppable.
The moment the wind made contact with the fire—
the center of the fireball flared even more intensely.
For a second, it seemed like the Wind Release only made the flames stronger.
But it didn't last.
Yoruha's chakra was simply too overwhelming.
The amplified fireball detonated on the spot, scattering heat and flames in all directions.
BOOM!
A wall of red light flared.
The heat, the roar—
It reminded Sasuke of… unpleasant memories.
His Sharingan widened instinctively.
And just before he could retract the hand he'd used to cast the fireball—
Yoruha appeared in front of him again.
Too fast.
Sasuke flinched, instinctively trying to shield his face.
But—
Too late.
Yoruha had already grabbed him by the wrist.
Without hesitation,
he hurled Sasuke into the air like a rag doll.
Sasuke's expression twisted in panic.
He flailed in the air, scrambling to move his hands behind his back—
to protect his "bottom line."
But Yoruha was already there.
Too fast. Again.
Boom!
A solid kick landed squarely on Sasuke's backside.
The Second Pillar
was launched like a human cannonball—
and landed right in Naruto's arms.
"Dude..." Naruto groaned, catching Sasuke with a thud.
"Yoruha, can you please stop kicking him into me every time?"
He shoved Sasuke off with a grimace.
"There are so many people standing here! If you really can't help it, then just kick him at Sakura or something!"
Sakura blushed on the outside…
but on the inside?
Pure joy.
Come on, come on—into my arms!
My sweet little Sasuke... I'll take good care of you.