Seisui: Tobirama, are you worried about me?

The Uchiha Bloodline enhancement...

The dojutsu in Seisui's eyes and the chakra within his body grew increasingly abundant.

Although the Uchiha Clan excelled in ocular techniques as descendants of the Sage's Eye, their chakra reserves were actually quite considerable, only falling short of the Senju and Uzumaki Clans, who inherited the Sage's Body.

"With the enhanced Uchiha Bloodline combined with my incomplete Senju Body, my chakra reserves are now at a level that's ample even among jonin..."

"It's also boosted my dojutsu significantly—not just my chakra and Sharingan, but my body has grown stronger too."

"This Uchiha Bloodline enhancement seems to be tailored to match Obito's talent and boost me accordingly."

Seisui flexed his power-filled frame, but frowned.

He wasn't particularly satisfied with this reward...

Starting from Shisui, Seisui had realized the system's mechanics were fairly strict—the rewards triggered by provoking a target depended not only on their talent but also on their current strength.

Shisui, one of the future strongest Mangekyo Uchiha, had only yielded his Genjutsu talent and Double Tomoe Sharingan when Seisui pushed his emotions to the max.

That was the limit Shisui, barely five years old, could be squeezed dry to reach.

But Obito was different...

In Seisui's eyes, Obito was a mine full of treasures. Even if he was under eight and couldn't compare to Tobirama Senju, he should still have more to offer!

"Looks like I might need to help Obito get stronger, make him feel pain again..."

"Is he too young, with some talents not yet awakened?"

"Or is this simp Obito still clinging to unrealistic fantasies about Rin Nohara?" Seisui studied Obito Uchiha, whose smile had frozen as he stood dumbfounded, and felt he'd found the truth.

It might be a mix of both, but the latter likely accounted for most of it.

At that moment, Obito Uchiha carefully reined in the emotions that had burst forth from awakening his eyes, as if afraid of scaring Rin Nohara, forcing a smile uglier than tears.

Rin Nohara seemed to snap out of it, but still frowned, speaking softly: "Obito, calm down. Seisui didn't do anything to me..."

"He just had a normal spar with me and even healed my wounds. Why would you think he hurt me?"

Obito forced a smile, suppressing the anger reigniting in his heart, not daring to argue.

Iruka Umino, barely calming down from his shock, channeled chakra to his throat and used a powerful voice to drown out the noise: "Everyone quiet down! Mind your discipline—you're future ninjas, not a bunch of squawking brats!"

"Obito Uchiha, your teacher is pleasantly surprised by your talent, but remember, a Konoha ninja's first duty is to obey the village's orders. Your attempt to interfere with the final exam just now needs serious self-reflection when you get back."

Obito nodded half-heartedly, looking unbothered.

Iruka sighed helplessly. This was the shinobi world—everything came down to strength.

A Double Tomoe Obito Uchiha, from any angle, held far more value and status to the village than a mere Academy teacher...

The weak could hardly lecture the strong.

"Alright, our tournament's just started with the first match. Student Seisui continues as the defender—let's proceed with the draw!"

"Teacher Iruka, I request to challenge Seisui Uchiha!" Obito Uchiha stepped forward, raising his arm high and shouting confidently, shooting a provocative glance at Seisui.

"Denied! Rules are rules, Obito Uchiha, watch yourself!" Iruka Umino growled in anger. "You might have the aptitude and strength of a chunin, but you've got a lot to learn about what it means to be a ninja!"

"Don't forget, the Third Hokage is watching this exam!"

At the mention of the Third Hokage, Obito reluctantly lowered his hand, wearing an expression that said Seisui might dodge him today, but not forever.

"You've got trouble, kid..." Tobirama Senju spoke slowly. "That boy, Obito Uchiha—I've been watching him since he awakened his eyes."

"From my experience studying the Uchiha Clan's history, he's a textbook case of talent paired with extreme stubbornness. You think I was unfair to the Uchiha as Hokage—you'll understand why I did what I did when you see it in him..."

"I'm not saying he'll fall to darkness or evil, but he'll latch onto you. And if things change later, you'll learn how troublesome it is to be targeted by a powerful madman, and how much damage it can do to the village and clans..."

Seisui was a bit surprised, curious: "Tobirama, are you worried about me? Relax, I'm training on your template."

"A mere Double Tomoe Uchiha—if you teach me the Flying Thunder God Technique, I'll beat even a Mangekyo for you to see..."

Tobirama rolled his eyes.

Who cares about you, you annoying brat?

I wish you'd die!

Still, Tobirama's lips curled involuntarily, quite approving of Seisui's words, and he couldn't help snorting: "Those two lines were fair enough. As long as it's not Madara Uchiha, even that bastard Uchiha Izuna can't do a thing to me."

"Well said, so when will you teach me the Flying Thunder God Technique?"

"Just die at this Obito Uchiha's hands already..."

"Heh, don't want me to protect Konoha, huh? Where's your Will of Fire?"

"...You're the brat, bastard!"

While Seisui and Tobirama bickered cheerfully.

Iruka Umino shook his head helplessly, pulled the second slip from the box, misread "Yamanaka no Koya" as "Obito Uchiha," his pupils contracting sharply. After a struggle, he slowly read out:

"Obito Uchiha!"

The whole atmosphere exploded instantly!

Obito Uchiha cheered outright, clenched his fist tightly, and bounded into the arena as if he'd already won, shouting: "Hmph, trying to run? Seisui Uchiha, fate wants me to teach you a lesson!"

"And you, bastard Kakashi, daring to threaten me earlier—I'll show you what a real genius is with my Sharingan!"

Iruka Umino narrowed his eyes and whispered to Kakashi: "Kakashi Hatake, be ready to protect the students' safety."

"Alright, Seisui, Obito, are you ready?"

After getting confirmation from both sides, Iruka said firmly: "Second match, begin!"