Everyone's Shock

The Uchiha's imposing entrance left everyone in the arena momentarily silent.

Fugaku nodded in satisfaction at the sight, then turned to Kyosuke, who was also dressed in black tactical gear. "Go. Fight for yourself and for the honor of the clan. This battle must be won; failure is not an option."

Kyosuke nodded with a solemn expression, then stepped into the center of the arena. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze cold as he stared at his opponent for the day.

On the other side, the young Chunin named Hyuga Tagawa was forced to suppress an inexplicable sense of unease. With a look of disdain, he walked into the arena and locked eyes with Kyosuke from a distance.

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

Hatake Sakumo, the Konoha White Fang, who was currently at the peak of his strength, stood watching the situation in the arena alongside his five-year-old son, Kakashi.

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

"He feels much stronger than when I saw him before, but—" Little Kakashi paused, reaching out to touch his short blade, and left the rest of his sentence unsaid.

As a father, Sakumo understood his son's meaning perfectly. But he is still no match for me—that was what little Kakashi wanted to express but hadn't voiced.

Sakumo didn't find anything wrong with that. Having already grasped a sliver of the true essence of swordsmanship, Kakashi would never be defeated by anyone in his age group.

This was his confidence, both as a father and as a master of the blade.

Elsewhere, a group of kids who would one day become famous had gathered together spontaneously upon arriving.

"That boy is so much like Kakashi, both of them are so cold," said a pretty little girl with black hair and red eyes.

Beside her, a slightly more mature-looking boy followed closely.

He glanced cautiously at the red-haired girl, then pursed his lips and said, "It's just his appearance. I don't believe he's as strong as Kakashi, and besides..."

Seeing the red-haired girl's gaze shift toward him, the boy's face flushed red, and he swallowed the boast he had been about to make.

I can't leave a bad impression on her. No bragging. It had to be said, this kid was truly mature in every sense of the word.

Standing next to them was another cute little girl with strange markings on her face. She looked at the mature boy beside her and secretly gave a mental thumbs-up to what he had just said.

"He really isn't like him. Kakashi just doesn't like to talk much, he's actually a very good person, and he also..." As she thought about it, the cute girl's face gradually began to turn red.

Young Ibiki: ...I have a feeling they're all thinking about nonsense.

Little Shizune: ...That's right, I think so too.

In the arena, Orochimaru, who was serving as a witness to the duel, simply took on the duties of the referee as well.

He stepped forward, scrutinized Kyosuke carefully, and asked in his magnetic voice, "Are you confident?"

Seeing him approach, Kyosuke maintained his cool posture and replied, "Just don't forget our wager, Lord Orochimaru."

Seeing his absolute confidence, Orochimaru let out a low chuckle. Without even glancing at the other contestant, he simply waved his hand, signaling that the duel had officially begun.

The moment Orochimaru waved his hand, Hyuga Tagawa immediately began weaving hand signs, not wasting a single second.

Because today's duel was of such great importance, he could not afford the slightest bit of carelessness.

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

This phenomenon was the unique symptom of the Hyuga Clan activating their Byakugan.

"Very cautious, aren't you?" Kyosuke chuckled as he reached into his ninja tool pouch and pulled out a kunai.

Then, with a slight flick of his wrist, the kunai flew toward the already postured Hyuga Tagawa at a strange angle.

"Tch, a brat is a brat. He can't even throw a kunai straight." Tagawa, who had been on full alert, couldn't help but sneer when he saw the "crooked" kunai.

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

Just as the mocking smile on Hyuga Tagawa's face had yet to fade, the kunai suddenly collided with each other in mid-air.

Then, he felt a sharp, stinging sensation at his vital points: his throat, heart, and head.

It was his sensory ability as a chunin, warning him that the situation was dangerous!

Greatly alarmed, Hyuga Tagawa didn't have time to wonder how that brat could possess such an excellent kunai throwing technique; he could only scramble to block.

After all, because he had underestimated his opponent, he had missed the best opportunity to dodge and was forced to parry.

Fortunately, as a ninja of the Hyuga Clan, by circulating a large amount of chakra into his palms, he could make them as hard as steel, successfully avoiding the fate of being knocked out in one hit.

After this exchange, no matter how arrogant he was, he no longer dared to underestimate his young opponent.

"Hoo~" Hyuga Tagawa took a deep breath and reset his stance.

This time, he would not be careless again.

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

Seeing this, Hyuga Tagawa's pupils—which were entirely white—couldn't help but constrict.

It wasn't strange that his opponent had activated the Sharingan, but... could someone explain what those two slowly rotating tomoe were about?

"Isn't it a one-tomoe Sharingan? How did it become two?" Hyuga Tagawa screamed frantically in his heart.

In fact, it wasn't just him; all the ninjas in the vicinity, excluding the civilians, including Fugaku Uchiha and the others, couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"It really is two tomoe... Kyosuke, he... when did he..." Fugaku's perpetually stoic expression finally, inevitably, showed signs of shock.

"This brat... he will surely become a major threat in the future!!!" In the corner of the training ground, a middle-aged man with bandages wrapped around his head muttered to himself, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Inside an imposing building far from the training field, a middle-aged man wearing a cloak marked with "Third Hokage" was watching the events unfolding on the training field through a crystal ball.

When the Two-Tomoe Sharingan clearly appeared in Kyosuke's eyes, he was so shocked that the pipe in his hand dropped to the floor.

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

Could it be that another Madara is about to emerge from the Uchiha Clan? the Third Hokage muttered to himself. He didn't bother to pick up the pipe on the floor, instead clapping his hands together lightly.

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

This person was a member of the Anbu, the special tactical assassination squad under the direct command of the Hokage.

After giving the Anbu some simple instructions, the Third Hokage waved his hand, signaling for him to leave.

But then, as if remembering something, he added, "Danzo is also there. Make sure to take a few more people with you when you carry this out. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Once the Anbu had left, the Third Hokage finally picked up his pipe from the floor. He lowered his head and sighed to himself, "Troubled times are upon us."

He then continued to watch the duel, which would have far-reaching consequences.

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