Hanfu VS Ito Nipan

"Alright, the start-of-school test officially begins!"

Kashima Isamu pulled out a notebook and a pen from somewhere, saying with an excited tone, "Iruka, you go first. Choose your opponent!"

Iruka walked out from the crowd, looked around, and his gaze finally landed on Anko.

"Anko, please guide me!"

"Hmph."

Anko let out a tsundere hmph, pushed through the crowd, and walked to the edge of the training ground. She grabbed a bag of unsharpened kunai and tied it to her leg, saying casually, "Iruka, you idiot will regret this."

"The kunai and shuriken are not sharpened, but you cannot attack your classmates' vital points. Iruka, Anko, and everyone else, do you understand?"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded, and then Anko made the first move.

She casually took two kunai from the ninja tool pouch on her leg and threw them at Iruka.

The kunai turned into an afterimage in the air, shooting towards Iruka's left and right hands.

Iruka bent down slightly, gripping a kunai tightly in his right hand, and deflected one of the incoming kunai with a 'clang'. The other one he could only take with his body.

Fortunately, the kunai were not sharpened. Although he was hit hard, he didn't get injured or bleed.

"Again!" Iruka gritted his teeth and charged at Anko.

Anko's expression tensed. While quickly retreating and maintaining distance from Iruka, she took kunai from her ninja tool pouch and threw them at Iruka. In just ten seconds, Anko had thrown more than half the bag of kunai. As for Iruka on the other side, he was already bruised and swollen!

"That's enough. Iruka, you were very good, but the winner of this test is Anko."

Kashima Isamu regretfully stopped Iruka's actions and said, "Let's form the Seal of Reconciliation."

"Hmph hmph, hmph hmph hmph, hmph hmph hmph hmph..."

Anko hummed happily as she walked over to Iruka and formed the Seal of Reconciliation with him, saying, "Iruka, you're not mad at me, are you?"

Iruka shook his head, "Of course not, but it really hurt."

"Sorry, sorry. I'll go easier next time, hehe."

"There won't be a next time. I'll definitely defeat you next time!" Iruka said seriously.

Meanwhile, Kashima Isamu quickly and concisely recorded Anko and Iruka's performance in his notebook, and then picked the next participant.

"Ito Ni, you're up!"

"Yes!"

Ito Nipan was a little fatty. After grabbing a kunai, he walked onto the training ground and then turned to look at the crowd. At this moment, the originally silent crowd had already begun to stir!

The vast majority of the class were looking at Ito Nipan with sparkling eyes, their eager expressions resembling horny guys encountering their first love.

"Second Brother, pick me!"

"Chef Ito, pick me, pick me!"

"Me, me, I'm the weakest, pick me!"

Everyone eagerly raised their hands, wanting to get on stage and have a big fight with Ito Nipan!

Such high enthusiasm?

Could it be that this little fatty was the most dazzling one in our class?

Hanfu's eyes lit up.

Meanwhile, Kotetsu Hagane had arrived beside Hanfu at some point, saying, "Hanfu, I think you should go up."

Izumo Kamizuki, who was inseparable from him, also added, "Hanfu, this is your only chance!"

A chance... huh?

Just as he had thought, this Ito Nipan, who dreamed of being a chef, was the dead last of Class 8, the kind that anyone could beat!

Hanfu was overjoyed, thinking to himself that with his 'excellence', he should be able to stand out from the crowd and be noticed by Ito Nipan. So, he busily pushed through the crowd to the front and calmly looked at Ito Nipan.

As if sensing Hanfu's gaze, Ito Nipan's eyes fell on Hanfu. His eyes lit up. Heroes cherish heroes. He pointed his index finger and said, "I choose him, I choose Hanfu!"

Wait!

Hanfu frowned. What was with this excited atmosphere!

Hanfu turned his head and saw Kotetsu Hagane, Izumo Kamizuki, and Anko and Iruka, who had just stepped down, looking at him with anticipation, shouting hoarsely, "Ganbatte, ganbatte, you can definitely beat him, defeat him!"

Hanfu was a little flustered.

Wasn't this fatty the dead last?

Or was he even more dead last than him?

This was a disaster!

Hanfu quickly searched his mind and soon found the memory of this fatty.

Ito Nipan, 7 years old, dreamed of being a chef, was trash in combat, and his grades in Class 8 were very stable, never having been outside the bottom three!

This grade was as stable as Hanfu's.

'So, Ito Nipan is the biggest stumbling block on my path to securing second, fighting for third!'

Han Feng felt he had found his life's purpose: to surpass Ito Nipan!

"Han Feng, please choose your sword!" Kashima Isamu urged, seeing him stand there motionless for so long.

Han Feng nodded solemnly and went to the side to select a sword. The blades and tips of the swords here were all flat, making them no different from clubs.

As Han Feng chose his sword, the other students watched the arena with regret. Especially the students who, along with Han Feng and Ito Nipan, were ranked in the 'top three' felt even worse, as if they had been abandoned.

Before long, Han Feng had chosen a sword and walked to the center of the training ground. He looked at Ito Ni with a serious expression and said, "Ito Nipan, make your move!"

"My name is Ito Ni, not Ito Nipan!" Ito Ni corrected Han Feng's address, then shouted loudly, "Here I come!"

Ito Nipan's greasy hands gripped his kunai tightly, and he charged at Han Feng with small steps, pa, pa, pa.

Han Feng held his sword in front, his feet planted firmly. As Ito Ni approached, Han Feng remained motionless.

Although Han Feng was still Han Feng, the soul within him was now a mature one. Therefore, facing Ito Ni's charge, he did not impatiently dodge or counterattack.

At this moment, Ito Ni had charged to within half a meter of Han Feng and thrust his kunai with a roar.

Is that it?

No skill whatsoever?

Han Feng hesitated and sidestepped. As Ito Ni's kunai passed him, Han Feng stuck out a foot, tripping Ito Ni face-first into the ground. He then placed his sword against Ito Ni's back.

"I... I lost!"

Ito Nipan lay on the ground, looking back at the sword on his back. His expression was complicated as he looked at Han Feng, as if Han Feng had stolen the world's number one title that rightfully belonged to him!

Han Feng looked at Ito Nipan innocently: How weak was the original host to be hovering around the 'top three' with him?

To think I was so impatient to collect things, when it wasn't necessary at all. In Class 8, he's the king among Bronzes!

"How is this possible? Ito Ni was instantly defeated by Han Feng?"

"What just happened? Why did Ito Ni suddenly fall?"

"When did Han Feng become so strong?"

The surrounding classmates exclaimed in amazement, discussing amongst themselves.

"Han Feng, well done. I really didn't expect your combat awareness to improve so much."

Kashima Isamu quickly jotted down key points in his notebook and then explained loudly, "Ito Nipan... cough, Ito Ni student, charged right up to Han Feng student. But Han Feng student remained very calm, not counterattacking or dodging impatiently. He waited until Ito Ni student made his move, then easily dodged the kunai with a sidestep, and quickly extended his foot, using Ito Ni student's running momentum to trip him. Very good! Han Feng, you must have undergone rigorous training this summer holiday, right?"

Han Feng couldn't help but recall his days of sleeping in and eating rice balls after transmigrating. He nodded with a serious expression: "Yes, I suffered a lot."

"Keep it up, persevere, and you will definitely become an outstanding ninja!" Kashima Isamu encouraged.

"I understand, thank you, Teacher!" Han Feng nodded earnestly.

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