No one in the audience was dissatisfied with the outcome of the previous match.
Few had bet on Naruto to win, but those who did walked away with high payouts—and more importantly, got to witness an incredible and flashy ninjutsu performance. Especially that final move—
Earned it! Blood-soaked profit!
Those who bet on Omoi, including the spectators from the Hidden Cloud Village, had no complaints.
After all, if they were hit by a jutsu like that, could they even stand?
To them, it was more than a loss. It was a performance fee for Naruto's dazzling finale. Totally worth it.
In fact, they were hoping to see more jutsu of that caliber in the upcoming matches. Even if they lost again, they wouldn't care.
In this match, there were no losers—everyone felt like they'd won big.
As for Omoi, he had already been taken to the medical station by emergency medics, beginning an immediate blood transfusion.
In the corridor outside the arena, Sasuke glanced sideways at Naruto, who approached with a bright smile on his face. His cheeks flushed faintly red.
Naruto actually created such a perverted jutsu...
Shameful!
Of course, this reaction stemmed from him watching the scene on the monitor in the waiting room just moments ago. His nose had heated up, and two thin red lines trickled down uncontrollably.
All he could see was Naruto's pitiful, seductive expression during the Harem Jutsu.
Damn it!!! I refuse to admit that I got a nosebleed watching that nonsense!!! (≧Д≦)
Naruto didn't think much of Sasuke's flustered look. After all, Sasuke was always that cold and aloof.
"Sasuke, don't lose. I'm looking forward to fighting you later!"
"When the time comes, I'll show you my new ninjutsu!"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed. So that was the secret trump card Naruto had prepared?
He smirked crookedly.
"Hmph, you don't need to hide it."
"I'll show you my new ninjutsu too. Something I developed myself."
"I'll even be generous and let you prepare for it."
With that, he turned and walked toward the arena stands, maintaining his usual cool-headed demeanor.
Hayate Gekkō watched as Sasuke and Samui entered the arena center, turning to both of them.
"Are you ready?"
The two quiet types nodded at each other in acknowledgment, then silently performed the seal of confrontation.
Hayate stepped back from the arena and fired the signal flare into the air.
Sasuke launched the first move. He hurled three kunai, each tagged with an explosive note, and then immediately leapt backward, increasing the distance between them.
He wanted to appear as though he was avoiding close combat.
Samui crouched slightly. With the explosive force of her toned, powerful legs, she shifted diagonally backward and easily dodged the incoming kunai.
"Zzzzt!"
The explosive tags ignited, erupting into bursts that shattered the arena floor and kicked up a thick wall of smoke and dust.
A perfect smokescreen between Sasuke and Samui.
Activating his Sharingan, Sasuke instantly spotted her through the haze.
Samui, fully aware of the Uchiha's eye technique, knew better than to fight theatrically. Since he chose distance, it likely meant his taijutsu was lacking.
As a shinobi of the Hidden Cloud Village, Samui specialized in ninjutsu—but her taijutsu was nothing to scoff at either. She was easily on par with a Jonin in close quarters.
Her physique alone showed it. The firm, toned shape of her body wasn't just for show—it was built from densely trained muscle. Her thighs and calves displayed sculpted power and speed.
Her ninjutsu skills exceeded even those of Omoi and Karui.
She charged through the haze toward Sasuke, determined to close the distance.
Sasuke dug into his ninja pouch, drawing out a dozen shuriken, each strung together with Uchiha steel wire, and flung them forward.
Samui unsheathed the short sword from her back.
Unlike Omoi and Karui, who favored longer blades, she wielded a short sword. Though shorter blades meant less reach, they offered superior flexibility and speed—perfect for her fighting style.
"Cloud Style: Instant Slash!"
The ground cracked beneath her boots as she lunged forward like a human cannonball, slicing through the air and incoming weapons with seamless, fluid movements.
Upward slash, lateral block, downward chop, spinning cut—each motion was crisp and efficient. She deflected the shuriken effortlessly, slicing through the connecting wires in one clean sweep.
Sasuke immediately abandoned the feint. His two-tomoe Sharingan locked onto her form, analyzing her taijutsu.
He drew two kunai from the case strapped to his thigh.
Then, to Samui's surprise, he muttered the same technique name she had just used.
"Cloud Style: Instant Slash!"
Cracks erupted beneath his feet as he copied her movement exactly and charged forward.
Samui's pupils contracted. Cloud-style taijutsu required immense physical strength. Even if the Sharingan could replicate it, could his body handle the strain?
She didn't know Sasuke had already built up significant physical resilience through Chidori training under Kakashi. He'd suffered and endured enough to make this moment possible.
Their blades clashed—kunai versus short sword. Strike after strike, their movements mirrored one another.
At this moment, Sasuke looked like Samui's shadow, copying her every motion.
But slowly, Samui began to falter.
Sasuke could analyze and mirror her every move, but she couldn't meet his eyes, lest she fall under the Sharingan's genjutsu. She had to rely solely on his limb motions to predict attacks.
And Sasuke began to mix in original strikes amidst the copied ones.
Realizing this, Samui concentrated chakra into her legs. Both kicked at the same time—creating some distance.
But Sasuke's right foot went numb.
"No lightning chakra… just raw physical strength…"
Sasuke gritted his teeth. He could copy taijutsu, but his body wasn't naturally as strong as hers.
Samui noticed the tremor in his leg.
So… his lower body strength is inferior?
"In that case…"
She made up her mind. She would smash through the Sharingan's prediction advantage with brute force.
Lightning flickered across her skin as she darted forward like a storm goddess.
This time, her assault wasn't just slashes—it was fists, elbows, knees, kicks, sweeps, and jabs from impossible angles.
She had become a whirlwind of raw, close-quarters power.
Sasuke struggled to keep up. He used the Sharingan to copy and predict, but the pain in his limbs with each clash was real.
Each hit sent a signal through his nerves.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
His blood was screaming. A familiar heat surged in his brain—chakra boiling toward his eyes.
The two-tomoe Sharingan spun violently.
A third tomoe began to form!
A warm current flooded through him, and a grin crept across his face.
"That's more like it."
Pain became fuel. Strength welled up within him.
With blinding speed, he snapped his leg upward toward Samui's head.
She blocked just in time—but the strength wasn't right.
What's with this sudden power spike!?
Sasuke grinned, feinted back, twisted, and with his right leg—
"Lion Combo!"
He kicked Samui squarely in the ribs.
Her eyes widened. Chakra and muscle tension weren't enough—two ribs cracked. She skidded across the floor for ten meters before halting.
For the first time, her usually composed face contorted in pain.
"Two ribs… broken…"
She couldn't let this drag on. She had to end it now!
Sasuke sensed her intent.
"One last move to decide the winner?"
"Fine by me…"
He crouched low, fingers forming seals, left hand gripping his right wrist as chakra concentrated in his palm.
"Zzzzzz…"
"Chiiiiii!!!"
The bird-like chirping grew louder.
In the stands, many recognized it instantly.
"Wait—is that… Kakashi's Chidori!?"
"It must be! That's lightning chakra in its purest form!"
"Only Kakashi ever used that… Raikiri!"
"Mastering this at twelve? That's Uchiha genius for you."
But Kakashi narrowed his eyes.
"No… that's not Chidori. Not the one I created."
Guy was confused.
"Not Chidori?"
"Look closely. His chakra isn't compressed into a single point—it's flowing across his entire palm."
"My palms couldn't handle this form. They would've shattered!"
"I need to stop this before he—"
But Itachi stopped Kakashi gently.
"No. That's not your Chidori."
"It's a new version… something Uchiha Hikaru guided him to create. Just watch."
In the arena, Sasuke's right hand glowed with violent lightning. His face twisted in strain, but he endured it.
Samui didn't hesitate.
"Lightning Style: Self-Sacrifice Strike!"
All her remaining chakra poured into her sword. No defense—only attack. The ultimate gamble.
Sasuke charged, his lightning chakra erupting so violently it shattered the floor beneath him.
"Lightning Style: Chidori Stream!"
The two collided—dagger versus thunder-infused hand.
A flash of blinding light burst out.
"CRACK!"
Samui's blade snapped cleanly.
Her eyes widened—then lightning engulfed her.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"
With a painful cry, Samui collapsed, unconscious.
Only Sasuke remained standing, lightning fading from his form, right hand trembling as he panted.
Hayate stepped beside him and lifted his arm.
"Winner: Uchiha Sasuke!"
The crowd erupted.
This match was the most intense, most rewarding yet!
Taijutsu, ninjutsu, shuriken skills—all delivered flawlessly.
And they'd even witnessed a variation of Kakashi's legendary Chidori!
(Though they still thought it was the same jutsu…)
Sasuke made a cool exit, thoroughly pleased.
"As expected of the Uchiha."
If he lost, Uchiha Hikaru and Saya would definitely kill him.
Kakashi sighed.
"So that's it… The Sharingan's insight paired with precise chakra control—dispersing lightning chakra across the meridians of the arm to amplify power, paralyze enemies, and reinforce your own body…"
"What a terrifying concept… This kid…"
Itachi smirked.
"That technique? Saya gave him the idea. Consider it homework."
"She said if he couldn't master it…"
"She'd beat him to death."
Kakashi: "..."
Guy: "..."
-------
Send Power Stones
Bonus Chapter at 150 Power Stone
Second Bonus Chapter - 300 Power Stones
---------------------
Join my Patreon and get access to 50+ early chapters before anyone else! 🔥
https://www.patreon.com/UK21
Your Support is Truly Appreciated 🫂