In Naruto: Getting Stronger by Drinking — Chapter 19

Yuu assumed a sword-drawing stance, his aura completely locking onto the charging Obito.

His reason drowned by rage, Obito felt his breath catch, his feet stopping of their own accord.

"W-What's going on?!"

Obito felt like he could barely breathe, as though some terrifying beast had fixed its gaze upon him.

Reason returned to Obito's mind. Looking at Yuu's somewhat icy eyes, he found it difficult to breathe.

"Lion's Elegy!"

"Shing!!!"

A piercing sound of a blade leaving its sheath rang out.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"That's far enough!"

Three figures suddenly leaped out from the woods surrounding the training ground.

One of them, noticeably shorter than the other two, flashed to Yuu's side.

His right hand firmly gripped Yuu's sword-drawing hand.

The other two each pressed down on Yuu's shoulders.

"Phew—did we make it in time?"

Tanaka Shuichi let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the three of them.

"That's far enough, Yuu," the short figure said flatly.

"Is that... Kakashi?"

The classmates widened their eyes as they stared at the somewhat familiar figure.

"You can't stop me from cutting down the man I want to kill."

Yuu suddenly grinned.

"Squelch!!!"

A harsh sound came from behind him, and Kakashi's pupils abruptly shrank.

"Squelch!"

The piercing sound from behind him made Kakashi's pupils constrict sharply.

At this point, Kakashi was not yet the Copy Ninja from the original story.

He was a sword-wielding ninja who had inherited the Hatake Sword Style.

Kakashi knew that sound all too well!

It was the sound of a sharp blade cutting into a human body.

"Aah!!!"

Obito's scream rang out at the same time.

"Yuu, you bastard!"

Kakashi immediately flew into a rage.

He hurriedly turned around, looking anxiously at Obito.

"Uh..."

The moment he turned around, Kakashi's furious expression froze on his face.

"Aah!!!"

Obito failed to notice Kakashi's baffled expression and continued howling on his own.

Obito was completely naked, with only a scrap of cloth hanging over his vital area.

Every other piece of clothing had been cut into rags.

A small cut on his hand slowly seeped a little blood.