Peaceful Campus Life

A dense volley of shuriken whistled towards Aburame Ryoma.

Amidst a series of dull thuds and a cloud of dust, Aburame Ryoma vanished from his original position.

Immediately after, the back collar of Kazashiro's clothes was yanked up forcefully by a large hand.

Aburame Ryoma, whose leg should have been completely paralyzed, stood steadily behind Kazashiro, expressionless, holding Kazashiro's collar, his tone indifferent:

"Well done, Young Master Kazashiro. While you have the means, your execution lacks ruthlessness. If you had chosen to churn my leg nerves with chakra instead of striking acupoints just now, this battle would have been your victory."

Kazashiro, slightly out of breath, nodded obediently: "I understand, I'll strive in that direction next time, but I'd like to know how you recovered your mobility."

Gently putting Kazashiro down, Aburame Ryoma lifted his trouser leg, revealing the spot Kazashiro had struck.

"You did indeed hit my acupoints, but the Aburame clan raises Kikaichū internally. When you stimulated the acupoints, I mobilized the Kikaichū within my body to forcibly restore the meridians you had sealed. I then used the Body Flicker Technique to appear behind you."

The wound inflicted by Kazashiro was not bleeding; instead, wriggling Kikaichū were visible.

"In the ninja world, there are various Kekkei Genkai, Secret Clan Techniques, and abilities even more bizarre than mine. Therefore, never letting your guard down is the most important thing I can tell you."

Lowering his trouser leg, Aburame Ryoma assumed a stance, signaling Kazashiro to continue his attack.

"Yes!"

"Alright, the sparring ends here. Both sides, form the Reconciliation Seal!"

As Makoto Ito called a halt to the sparring, Kazashiro formed the Reconciliation Seal with his hands while pulling Obito up.

"You bastard, you're too ruthless, hitting me in places I can't see?"

Obito, pulled up by Kazashiro, clutched his backside and complained indignantly.

"Ah, well, how should I put it, there are various reasons..." Kazashiro scratched the top of his head, recalling Aburame Ryoma's teachings.

He couldn't help it; learning from someone who treated combat like a life-or-death matter meant picking up some practical killing moves.

Honestly, I was already showing you, the second Sage of Six Paths, a lot of respect by just kicking you instead of using Thousand Years of Death.

Supporting Obito as he walked to the spectator area, Kazashiro saw that the other boy refused to sit and insisted on standing. Kazashiro smiled with three parts apology and seven parts amusement: "Sorry, sorry, my kick was a bit too heavy, cough..."

As he spoke, Kazashiro couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You damn bastard, Kazashiro!" Obito's face was filled with grief and indignation, like a little bride being teased.

"Next match, Might Guy versus Iroha Hyuga! Both sides, form the Opposing Seal!"

Dodging a retaliatory kick from Obito, Kazashiro shifted his gaze to the training ground upon hearing the next match-up.

"Hmph, a mere dead last, I advise you to surrender now, otherwise..." Iroha Hyuga was as arrogant as ever.

[I can't beat Kakashi, but I can definitely beat you, you green freak!]

Adopting the standard Hyuga stance, Iroha Hyuga lazily looked at Might Guy, not taking him seriously at all.

"Gotcha!" While Kazashiro's attention was on Might Guy, Obito grabbed Kazashiro's collar and began ruffling his hair furiously.

"Let's see you be arrogant, let's see you be arrogant... Ouch!" Obito, attempting to ruin Kazashiro's hairstyle, didn't last long. Kazashiro, by pure instinct, found Obito's backside and gave it a firm pinch, making Obito cry out in pain.

"Hmph, trash." Glaring disdainfully at Obito, who was now crouching on the ground, Kazashiro tidied his hair and walked over to Kakashi, who was sitting on the edge reading a book.

Glancing at the content of the book in Kakashi's hand, Kazashiro, only seeing some little figures, curiously asked: "Hey, Kakashi, what kind of smut are you reading?"

"What smut? This is my family's inherited sword technique!" Kakashi, startled by Kazashiro's bold words, quickly defended himself, afraid that his classmates would actually believe Kazashiro.

"Huh? Family sword technique? Let me see." Kazashiro suddenly snatched the book from Kakashi's hand and flipped through a few pages, finding that it was indeed filled with drawings of attack movements.

Kakashi made no move to take the book back, sitting still and looking up at Kazashiro.

"I see, covering the blade with Lightning Release Chakra and killing the opponent with rapid slashes..." After training with Aburame Ryoma, Kazashiro could somewhat understand the intricacies of the sword technique.

"Here, take it back." Kazashiro sat cross-legged next to Kakashi and handed the book back.

Kakashi took the book and continued reading to himself.

Meanwhile, Might Guy had already charged forward and was engaged in a fight with Iroha Hyuga.

"Say, who do you think will win between these two?" Kazashiro asked Kakashi, watching Iroha Hyuga diligently defending against Might Guy's attacks.

Hearing Kazashiro's question, Kakashi replied without looking up: "I don't care about them."

"You're so boring. Might Guy is your lifelong rival, why not care a little?" Kazashiro flicked Kakashi's white hair on top of his head.

Casually swatting away Kazashiro's hand with a disgusted look, Kakashi finally deigned to lift his dead fish eyes towards the fight: "Lifelong rival? Didn't you force that title on me? He always comes looking for you."

"Well, I'm just a passerby. He and you are true love, understand?" Kazashiro said with the air of someone with experience.

Kakashi, long accustomed to Kazashiro's occasional nonsensical remarks, sighed helplessly. He watched as Iroha Hyuga found an opening to counterattack and landed a palm strike on Might Guy's leg weights, causing him to cry out in pain. Kakashi shook his head: "It's already over. That weirdo won."

Iroha Hyuga would never have imagined how many iron weights Might Guy had stuffed into his leg wraps.

Hitting that thing without wrapping his palm with chakra, only clutching his hand and wailing was already a good outcome.

"Boring. I wanted you to give an evaluation before the result came out." While complaining about Kakashi, Kazashiro caught sight of Obito skulking out of the corner of his eye. The moment Obito lunged, Kazashiro dodged, resulting in Kakashi being the one tackled.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you two to be so wild, doing this in broad daylight..." Kazashiro's face contorted into a lewd grin as he watched the two entangled figures.

"Get off me, Obito! I'm going to kill that guy!" Kakashi, provoked by Kazashiro, kicked Obito off him.

"Ouch! You bastard Kakashi, where are you kicking?!" Obito wailed again.