Naruto: Extreme Bloodline Limit

Shaking the sweat from his head, Ronglin noticed that his hair had already fallen over his face. Unbothered, he casually brushed it aside, crouched into a split, and pressed his small hands against the muscles in his legs, letting them relax and rest.

A moment later, the next tedious exercise began once more: one thousand frog jumps.

"Huh, Ronglin, I didn't expect to find you training here."

The sudden voice interrupted Ronglin just as he was about to continue training. He looked up at the pleasantly surprised Might Guy and smiled as he nodded.

"Hey, Guy. I didn't expect to run into you here."

"Hehe!!"

Guy flashed a mouthful of white teeth, gave a thumbs-up, and shouted, "Of course! I'm the man determined to surpass Kakashi! Youth is always filled with passion, isn't it?"

"..."

Ronglin froze for a moment, then looked speechless. Guy had already started keeping that phrase on his lips at this age?

Honestly, Ronglin and Guy were not particularly close. At most, they greeted each other when they met. Guy spent far less time in class than the others. Because of certain shortcomings, he could not use ninjutsu, and his grades in every subject were simply dreadful. If Obito was the Dead Last, then Guy was just hopeless.

Fortunately, Guy did not care about any of that. He stubbornly set out on the path of taijutsu, coming to the training grounds every day for all sorts of tedious and grueling exercises, using brutally self-abusive training to strengthen himself.

Although Ronglin felt that Guy's training was no different from self-torture, it allowed him to continually surpass himself and relentlessly chase after Kakashi's footsteps. That was something Ronglin admired about him.

"Ronglin, let's spar! Only by tempering ourselves in actual combat can we improve, right?"

Guy completely failed to notice Ronglin's speechless expression and instead excitedly shouted that they should spar.

"Spar?!"

Ronglin tilted his head and thought for a moment. He carefully sized up the excited Might Guy, whose hands and feet were wrapped in thick bandages, then pinched his chin and considered it before saying, "All right."

"Yeah!! That's great!!"

The moment Ronglin agreed, Guy clenched his fists and leaped high into the air. Tears even streamed down his face—tears of joy, of course.

"..." A flock of crows seemed to fly over Ronglin's forehead. He felt that agreeing to Guy's invitation had simply been a mistake!!

This guy was way too bizarre. Ronglin was worried that Guy would keep dragging his IQ down to the same level as his own.

"Then here I come!!"

Unable to wait any longer, Guy shouted and charged forward. "Leaf Whirlwind!!!"

This guy really did not hold back at all. Guy attacked without even giving a warning. Ronglin gave a wry smile and launched his counterattack. "Leaf Whirlwind!!!"

The same technique erupted from two different people.

"Ah!!" With a scream, Guy, who had attacked first, was sent flying backward. He crashed heavily onto the ground, landing in a miserable heap. Covered in dust, he exclaimed in shock, "How... how is that possible?!"

"Your technique is too sloppy."

Ronglin merely shrugged and gave him that response.

"Impossible! I just wasn't prepared earlier. Let's continue!! I won't lose!!" Guy climbed to his feet and shouted defiantly.

"Cough, cough... It hurts! It hurts!!!"

Five seconds later, Guy sat on the ground clutching his face and howling.