Akimichi Denji spent three Wish Points to raise Strength of a Hundred to Master level.
At the novice level, Strength of a Hundred couldn't control its force. Even with Denji's Genin physique, its boost could give him strength close to that of an elite jonin, making it easy to kill someone by accident.
On the other hand, it was also easy to injure himself.
The Master-level technique had none of these drawbacks.
[Ninjutsu: Strength of a Hundred (Master)] [Effect: Concentrates chakra in one area, increasing destructive power by up to three times. The degree of enhancement can be freely controlled.]
His spar with Akimichi Isshin that morning had let him blow off some steam, but it hadn't been enough.
Akimichi Denji fixed his gaze on Naruto, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
If he was the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, he should be able to take a bit more of a beating.
Konoha's Training Ground No. 5.
Naruto's bright blue eyes burned with fighting spirit as he threw a straight punch at Denji's face, the blow cutting through the air.
Denji's expression remained calm. He casually raised an arm, then deftly redirected Naruto's wrist with a light push and pull. Naruto's seemingly fierce punch veered aside, its force completely spent.
Unwilling to give up, Naruto steadied himself and immediately launched a flurry of attacks.
He swept a kick toward Denji's legs, but Denji merely tapped the ground with his toes and leaned to the side, easily dodging it.
After several exchanges, Naruto was panting from his assault, while Denji strolled about as casually as if he were taking a walk, not even breathing hard. He had dealt with every attack with ease.
"Fine! Then I'll use this!" A sly glint flashed in Naruto's eyes. This was—this was the ultimate move he'd been keeping under wraps. He hadn't wanted to use it before, but now he couldn't afford to hold back.
Naruto Uzumaki leaped backward and formed Hand Seals. "Ninja Art: Sexy Clone Technique!"
Poof! Smoke billowed, and several alluring female clones struck provocative poses as they rushed toward Denji, trying to block his view.
Everyone gasped. Sakura blurted, "Is that a female version of Naruto?"
"You're bound to get distracted by the beauties. Then all I have to do is launch a sneak attack from among them!"
Denji's gaze didn't waver, though he was a little surprised. So Naruto had already developed Sexy Jutsu by this point.
He'd just kept it hidden because the technique was so outrageous.
Akimichi Denji didn't even glance at the illusions. His lean arm shot out like lightning, slicing through the smoke and clones with pinpoint accuracy to seize the wrist of Naruto's real body, who had been hiding among them, ready to strike!
"Wha—?!" Naruto's wrist was caught in an iron grip. His sneak attack foiled, he stared in shock.
Denji finally went on the offensive. He tightened his grip on Naruto's arm to hold him in place, then threw a straight punch with his other hand.
Naruto gritted his teeth and tried to dodge, but Denji's hand clamped around him like a pair of pincers. He raised an arm to resist and managed to block the punch!
A flash of delight crossed Naruto's eyes. That was easy! He still had a chance.
"Again!" Denji used Strength of a Hundred, boosting his strength by one time.
This time, the force was clearly greater!
Naruto's face flushed red as his body began to move against his will. His feet gouged faint furrows in the dirt as he was dragged backward.
"Again!" Denji said calmly, a pleased look slowly spreading across his face.
Power surged through his seemingly slender arm, like a spring compressed to its limit. It burst forth a third time! Twofold strength! The air seemed to hum with a low vibration!
Naruto could no longer withstand the overwhelming force. Like a kite with its string cut, he was knocked down and sent sprawling across the sand several meters away.
Umino Iruka nodded.
In his eyes, Naruto Uzumaki's fighting was utterly chaotic. Though Akimichi Denji had only just enrolled, his combat skills were far better than Naruto's.
Sasuke Uchiha smiled approvingly.
Naruto had done pretty well. The Sexy Jutsu had been unexpected; used well, it could be a surprise move. The technique also fit his impression of Naruto.
But Akimichi Denji's performance had surprised him. Although he hadn't awakened the Sharingan, his natural Uchiha perceptiveness had let him notice that Denji's technique enhanced his strength.
But it clearly wasn't the Multi-Size Technique. Besides, the boost was limited to his arm, so Sasuke could dodge it.
In short, neither of them was a threat.
Akimichi Denji licked his lips and turned toward Sasuke Uchiha, who had been watching the show. "How about we have a match?"
Sasuke froze.
So now they were both treating him like a stepping-stone.
He answered without hesitation. "Bring it on!"
As far as he was concerned, there was no way he could lose. The Uchiha Clan was a clan of the strong.
He might not be as good as his older brother, but he was still in a league of his own compared to Denji.
Akimichi Denji looked at the wish that appeared above Sasuke Uchiha's head: [Invincible Uchiha].
He licked his lips, a faint smile tugging at his mouth.
He'd guessed right. The system's Wish Point generation had baffled him before; it seemed utterly arbitrary, completely dependent on what other people were thinking.
After Naruto's wish had appeared just now, he'd decided to try deliberately influencing the generation of wishes.
And now it seemed that it could work.
The tricky part of influencing wishes was that he needed to know each person's personality, what they cared about, and what might make them form a wish.
But now that he knew it was possible, he could keep experimenting. Having read the original story, he was fairly confident he knew what each person at this stage would wish for.
Iruka froze. Were those two really going to fight?
In his eyes, Akimichi Denji had performed well just now.
But Sasuke Uchiha had always ranked near the top of the class. Denji had only just enrolled, so it would be difficult for him to defeat Sasuke.
Still, seeing how eager the two of them were, Iruka agreed to let them spar.
Sasuke Uchiha said coolly, "I'll make sure you don't lose too badly."
Akimichi Denji glanced at the weather. The sun was shining brightly.
The skies had cleared and the rain had stopped. Now that he couldn't use Kirin, Sasuke thought he was hot stuff again.
The two stood facing each other and began their match.
The others cheered them on from the sidelines.
"You've got this, Sasuke-kun!" Haruno Sakura shouted excitedly.
"Punch him, Denji-kun!" Yamanaka Ino called, unwilling to be outdone.
"What a pain. I just want some peace and quiet..." Nara Shikamaru muttered, moving a little farther away from the two girls as his expression crumpled.
Hyuga Hinata clutched her clothes nervously, her hands balled into fists.
She was anxious for Akimichi Denji, and she wanted to cheer him on loudly, just like Yamanaka Ino.
But her nature held her back. She could only watch silently from the sidelines, worry for Denji and envy of Ino showing in her eyes.
Inuzuka Kiba eagerly joined in the fun. "Shikamaru, who do you think will win?"
"Who else? Sasuke, obviously!" Naruto Uzumaki replied, still clutching his arm.
"You just got knocked flat by Denji. You're not rooting for him?"
"I want to root for Denji too, but he just started school. Even a genius needs time. Sasuke's a little full of himself, sure, but he always gets the top score in the physical tests," Naruto Uzumaki replied.
Akimichi Choji held a bag of chips and kept stuffing them into his mouth.
Inuzuka Kiba nudged Akimichi Choji with his elbow and asked, "What about you? Do you believe in your big brother?"
Akimichi Choji turned to him, looking confused. "A light type? What light type?"
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