Everyone's Shock

The Uchiha Clan's imposing entrance left everyone in the arena silent for a time.

Satisfied by the reaction, Fugaku nodded, then said to Kyosuke, who was also dressed in a fitted black outfit, "Go. Fight for yourself and for the honor of the clan. Victory is the only option in this battle."

Kyosuke nodded solemnly, then strode into the center of the field. He crossed his arms over his chest and coldly watched his opponent for the day.

On the other side, the Chunin youth named Hyuga Tagawa could only force down the unease that had arisen from nowhere. With a disdainful expression, he walked into the field and faced Kyosuke from afar.

At the edge of the training ground was where the Hatake Clan stood.

Hatake Sakumo, the Konoha White Fang at the peak of his strength, was there with five-year-old Kakashi, watching the situation in the field as well.

"What do you think?" Sakumo suddenly asked his son.

"He feels much stronger than when I saw him before, but..." Little Kakashi paused there and touched his Tanto, saying nothing further.

But as his father, Sakumo understood what his son meant. But he still isn't my opponent. That was what little Kakashi wanted to say but had not voiced.

Sakumo did not think there was anything wrong with that. Kakashi had already grasped a trace of the true essence of swordsmanship, and among children his age, there was absolutely no one who could defeat him.

That was the confidence of a father—and of a swordsmanship master.

Elsewhere, many children who would become famous in the future had naturally gathered together after arriving.

"That kid looks a lot like Kakashi. They're both so cold." The speaker was a pretty little girl with black hair and red eyes.

Beside her stood a slightly more mature-looking boy, sticking close to her.

He carefully glanced at the red-haired girl, then curled his lip. "They only look alike. I don't believe he's as strong as Kakashi. Besides—"

When the boy saw the red-haired girl looking at him, his face reddened, and he swallowed the boast he had been about to make.

Can't leave her with a bad impression. Can't brag. It had to be said, this boy was truly mature in every sense.

Beside the two of them stood an adorable little girl with strange markings on her face. She looked at the mature boy beside her and silently gave his words a thumbs-up in her heart.

"They really aren't alike. Kakashi just doesn't like talking much. He's actually a very nice person, and he even..." As she thought about it, the cute little girl's face gradually turned red.

Young Ibiki: "...I feel like they're all thinking about weird things."

Little Shizune: "...Yes. I think so too."

In the field, Orochimaru, the witness to this duel, simply took on the role of referee as well.

He stepped forward, carefully examined Kyosuke, and asked in his magnetic voice, "Confident?"

As Kyosuke watched him approach, he maintained his cool pose and said, "Lord Orochimaru, just don't forget our wager."

Seeing how confident he was, Orochimaru gave a low laugh. Without even looking at the other participant, he casually waved his hand, signaling the official start of the duel.

The instant Orochimaru waved his hand, Hyuga Tagawa immediately began forming hand seals without wasting a moment.

Today's duel was simply too important. He could not afford the slightest carelessness.

As Chakra surged, Kyosuke could clearly see veins bulging around Hyuga Tagawa's eyes.

This was the distinctive phenomenon that occurred when the Hyuga Clan activated the Byakugan.

"So cautious?" Kyosuke chuckled as he reached into his ninja tool pouch and pulled out a handful of Kunai.

Then, with a slight flick of his wrist, the Kunai flew toward Hyuga Tagawa, who had already assumed his stance, at strange angles.

"Tch, a brat is still a brat. He can't even throw Kunai straight." Tagawa, who had been on high alert, could not help sneering when he saw the "crooked" Kunai.

At the same time, he secretly mocked himself for having actually felt pressured earlier.

Just as the mocking smile on Hyuga Tagawa's face had yet to fade, the Kunai suddenly collided in midair.

Then he felt waves of stabbing pain at vital areas such as his throat, heart, and head.

It was his Chunin instincts warning him that the situation was dangerous!

Startled, Hyuga Tagawa had no time to think about why that brat possessed such outstanding Kunai Throwing Technique. He could only hurriedly block.

After all, because he had underestimated his opponent, he had missed the best opportunity to evade and could only choose to take the attack head-on.

Fortunately, as a ninja of the Hyuga Clan, by circulating a large amount of Chakra through his palms, he could give them the hardness of steel. That was how he managed to avoid being knocked out in a single blow.

After that exchange, no matter how arrogant he was, he no longer dared underestimate the young opponent before him.

"Whew..." Hyuga Tagawa slowly drew a breath, then assumed his stance again.

This time, he would not let his guard down again.

Just as he prepared to launch an attack, he unexpectedly saw a pair of scarlet Sharingan staring intently at him.

At the sight, Hyuga Tagawa's pupils, surrounded entirely by white, involuntarily contracted.

It was not strange that his opponent had activated the Sharingan, but... could someone explain why two tomoe were slowly rotating within them?

Wasn't it a One-Tomoe Sharingan? How did it become a Two-Tomoe Sharingan? Hyuga Tagawa screamed wildly in his heart.

In fact, it was not only him. Every ninja present aside from ordinary civilians—including Fugaku Uchiha and the others—could not help widening their eyes.

"Two tomoe... Kyosuke, he... when did he..." Fugaku's perpetually expressionless face finally showed unavoidable shock.

"That brat... will become a great threat in the future!!!" In a corner of the training ground, a middle-aged man with bandages wrapped around his head muttered with killing intent in his eyes.

Inside an imposing building far from the training ground, a middle-aged man wearing a cloak bearing the words "Third Hokage" watched the events unfolding there through a crystal ball.

When he saw the Two-Tomoe Sharingan clearly appear in Kyosuke's eyes, he was so shocked that even the smoking pipe in his hand fell to the floor.

This middle-aged man was none other than Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, known as the God of Shinobi.

"Could the Uchiha Clan be about to produce another Madara?" the Third Hokage muttered. Without bothering with the pipe on the ground, he lightly clapped his hands.

In an instant, a ninja wearing an animal mask appeared before him, kneeling on one knee.

This person was a member of the Hokage's direct forces, the Anbu, formally known as the Assassination Tactics Special Forces.

After giving the Anbu member a few simple instructions, the Third Hokage waved his hand to dismiss him.

But then, as if remembering something, he added, "Hmm... Danzo is there too. Remember to bring a few more people when you carry this out. Understood?"

"Yes!"

After the Anbu left, the Third Hokage finally picked up the pipe from the ground. Lowering his head, he quietly sighed. "Troubled times."

Then, he continued watching this far-reaching duel.

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