My Fireball Is Huge

After school, Beizawa left the school and headed to Kurenai Yuhi's home.

After knocking and receiving permission, he pushed the door open and walked in.

In the living room, Kurenai Yuhi and Yakumo Kurama sat side by side.

Neither of them wore shoes, with one large and one small pair of bare feet resting on the floor.

"Teacher Beizawa."

Yakumo Kurama said in a gentle tone.

Her voice contained a captivating magic.

Beizawa couldn't help but relax, feeling as though the fatigue accumulated from his day at work had completely vanished.

"How is it?"

Kurenai Yuhi asked with a smile, "Feeling refreshed?"

"Indeed it is."

Beizawa came back to his senses and said with emotion, "Yakumo's genjutsu talent is truly terrifying."

"After all, she's from the Kurama Clan, once as famous as the Uchiha Clan."

Kurenai Yuhi paused for a moment and asked, "You've come at the perfect time. What do you think we should name this vocal genjutsu?"

The reason Yakumo Kurama's voice was special just now was because she had used a vocal genjutsu.

This was a D-Rank genjutsu that Beizawa and Kurenai Yuhi had spent two weeks creating.

Its effect was simple: to make the target let down their guard and clear away fatigue through sound.

"A name?"

Beizawa touched his chin.

He was a typical person who was bad at naming things.

When playing games, he would waste an hour or two just on choosing a name.

"How about calling it the Art of Verbal Therapy?"

Beizawa had a flash of inspiration and said.

"Therapy through words? Not bad, it fits the effect of this genjutsu quite well."

Kurenai Yuhi mused.

"Thank you, both teachers."

Yakumo Kurama stood up and bowed slightly.

"You're welcome."

Beizawa patted her head and said, "It would be beneficial for us if you could become a medical ninja specializing in psychology."

"Yes."

Kurenai Yuhi chimed in, "We might even have to trouble you for treatment in the future."

She wasn't just comforting Yakumo Kurama.

In fact, the ninjas most susceptible to psychological damage were genjutsu users.

The reason was simple.

Genjutsu belonged to Yin Release. Fighting an enemy was a clash of mental strength, and a moment's carelessness could leave psychological scars.

Take Kakashi Hatake from the original story, for example.

He was hit by Itachi Uchiha's Tsukuyomi and suffered severe mental trauma, falling unconscious for a whole month.

Of course, the truly unlucky one was Sasuke Uchiha.

Every time his hatred lessened, Itachi Uchiha would use genjutsu to severely stimulate him, repeatedly replaying the massacre of his clan like a VCR.

"Mhm!"

Yakumo Kurama said firmly, "I will work hard!"

"Beizawa and I can only help you with genjutsu,"

Kurenai Yuhi said after a moment's thought, "but your true power lies in your Kekkei Genkai, so you need to develop it properly."

"I understand."

Yakumo Kurama nodded. "Teacher Beizawa has already pointed me in the right direction. I will use my paintbrush to unleash its power."

"Your Kekkei Genkai is very strong."

Beizawa thought of Ido from the original story and reminded her, "Don't be afraid of it; you need to accept it."

"I will."

A smile appeared on Yakumo Kurama's face. "Besides, I still have you two. There won't be any problems."

"There's plenty of time, take it slow."

Kurenai Yuhi stood up and said, "Beizawa, stay for dinner before you go. I'll do the cooking."

"Okay."

Beizawa didn't stand on ceremony and agreed immediately.

In fact, he had already eaten many meals here over the past two weeks, and their relationship had become much closer.

"I'll help you."

Beizawa followed her into the kitchen.

Kurenai Yuhi picked up an apron and put it on.

She reached out and tied up her long hair, revealing her fair neck.

After pinning up her hair, she picked up a spatula, exuding a homemaker's charm.

After dinner, Beizawa said goodbye to Kurenai Yuhi and returned home.

A new day, April 30th, the day of the First Year Class A monthly exam.

Beizawa would also participate, as he had a mission to complete.

Getting first place in the monthly exam wouldn't be easy, but as the teacher who set the questions and the person in charge of the first year, he already knew all the answers.

A little trick is not a trick, and a teacher cheating isn't cheating.

Beizawa arrived at the classroom, which was also today's examination hall, early in the morning.

He suddenly let out a soft "Oh?"

Because he saw Sasuke Uchiha.

Compared to yesterday's sunny disposition, today was undoubtedly a gloomy one, as if a dark cloud was floating above his head.

"Sasuke, what's wrong?"

Beizawa walked over and asked.

"I'm fine."

Sasuke Uchiha replied without looking up.

"No, you're not."

Beizawa sat beside him and asked, "If you don't tell me, how can I help you?"

This was related to his mission, and he absolutely wouldn't allow Sasuke Uchiha to give up.

"You can't."

Sasuke Uchiha thought for a moment and said.

He had seen Beizawa's Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique. While it was powerful, it couldn't compare to Itachi Uchiha's.

Beizawa immediately frowned.

You're testing my patience!

I'll give you one more chance. Organize your words!

"Why can't I?"

Beizawa asked, his words laced with a hint of provocation, "Have you ever seen me at my peak?"

"N-no."

Sasuke Uchiha was taken aback and instinctively asked, "Are you stronger than my brother?"

"You're so dejected, you must have seen your brother's Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique."

Beizawa skipped his question and retorted, "How high was it?"

"As high as a three-story building."

Sasuke Uchiha gestured as he spoke.

After witnessing Itachi Uchiha's Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique last night, he felt the vast difference between people.

They were brothers, after all.

"Nine meters?"

Beizawa raised an eyebrow and said, "Not bad."

"Not bad?"

Sasuke Uchiha immediately sat up straight, hope rekindled in his heart.

"I can teach you to blow a ten-meter-high fireball."

Beizawa said with a serious expression.

This wasn't him bragging.

The Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique rewarded by the system was the result of exhausting all related experience and then directly imprinting it.

In other words, no one in the entire Ninja World understood the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique better than he did.

As long as Beizawa has enough Chakra, he can create a fireball of any size he desires.

"My fireball is huge, bear with me."

"Really?"

Sasuke Uchiha's eyes widened.

"Why would I lie to you?"

Beizawa patted his shoulder and said, "After the monthly exam is over, I'll teach you."

"Thank you, Teacher Beizawa!"

Sasuke Uchiha said gratefully.

"Prepare for the exam."

Beizawa stood up and went to the podium to sit down.

"Teacher Beizawa."

As time passed, Hinata Hyuga, Ino Yamanaka, Naruto Uzumaki, and others arrived one by one.

"There is only one rule for the exam: no cheating. Those caught will have their scores canceled."

Beizawa said in a deep voice.

Time came to nine in the morning, and the written exam officially began.

Beizawa glanced around.

The reactions of the students varied.

Sasuke Uchiha and Shikamaru Nara seemed relatively relaxed, while Hinata Hyuga appeared tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Naruto Uzumaki, on the other hand, scratched his head, looking at the questions on the test paper. He felt an itch, as if his brain was about to grow.

Apart from Beizawa's class, his performance in other classes was generally mediocre.

Beizawa withdrew his gaze, took out a test paper, and began to answer the questions.

However, before he started doing the problems, he created two Shadow Clones to patrol the examination hall.