Human Intervention in Wish Points [Invincible Uchiha]

Akimichi Denji spent three Wish Points to upgrade Strength of a Hundred to "Grandmaster" level.

At the entry level, Strength of a Hundred made it impossible to control one's force; with the physique of a Genin, Denji could reach power levels nearing a Jonin under its amplification, making it very easy to accidentally kill someone.

Furthermore, it was also very easy to injure himself.

The Grandmaster level effect lacked these drawbacks.

[Ninjutsu: Strength of a Hundred (Grandmaster)]

[Effect: Condenses chakra into a specific body part, enhancing destructive power by up to 3 times. The degree of enhancement can be controlled freely.]

His sparring session with Akimichi Isshin that morning had allowed him to vent a little, but it wasn't enough to satisfy him.

Akimichi Denji stared at Naruto, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

If it were the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, he should be a bit more durable, right?

Konoha Training Ground No. 5.

Naruto's azure eyes burned with fighting spirit as he threw a straight punch, accompanied by the sound of rushing wind, toward Denji's face.

Denji's expression remained as calm as water. He raised an arm casually, his wrist flicking and guiding with light precision, and Naruto's seemingly fierce fist was deflected to the side, its momentum completely dissipated.

Naruto refused to accept this. Regaining his footing, he immediately launched a storm of continuous attacks.

He swept his leg toward Denji's lower body, but Denji merely tapped his toes against the ground, shifting his body slightly to evade with ease.

After several rounds, Naruto was panting from his offensive, while Denji looked as if he were taking a leisurely stroll, his breathing not even slightly disrupted, having easily neutralized every attack.

"Fine! Then I'll use this!" A flash of cunning crossed Naruto's eyes. This was his ultimate move, one he had been hiding all along; he hadn't wanted to use it before, but now he couldn't care about that anymore.

Uzumaki Naruto jumped back abruptly and formed hand seals: "Ninja Art: Sexy Clone Technique!"

Poof! Smoke filled the air as several alluring female clones instantly lunged at Denji, attempting to obstruct his vision.

The onlookers gasped. Sakura asked, "Is that a female version of Naruto?"

"You'll definitely be distracted by the beauties, and that's when I'll launch a sneak attack from within!"

Denji's gaze didn't flicker in the slightest, though he was slightly surprised that Naruto had already developed the Sexy Clone Technique at this point in time.

It was only because the technique was too bizarre that he had kept it hidden.

Akimichi Denji didn't even look at the illusions. His lean arm shot out like lightning, passing through the smoke and clones with pinpoint accuracy to grab the wrist of the real Naruto, who was mixed in and preparing to launch a sneak attack!

"Wha...?!" Naruto's wrist was seized by a hand like an iron vice, his ambush plan ruined, his face full of shock.

Denji finally stopped merely defending. He put strength into his arm, pinning Naruto, and threw a straight punch with his other hand.

Naruto gritted his teeth, wanting to dodge, but Denji's hand held him fast like a clamp. He raised his arms to resist—he blocked it!

A flash of joy crossed Naruto's eyes. It's easy! I can still fight.

"Again!" Denji used Strength of a Hundred, at one-fold power.

This time, the force was clearly amplified!

Naruto's face flushed red, his body beginning to be dragged uncontrollably, his feet carving shallow furrows into the ground.

"Again!" Denji said calmly, a look of joy slowly appearing on his face.

The power in that seemingly thin arm, like a spring compressed to its limit, erupted for a third time! Two-fold Strength of a Hundred! This time, a low hum seemed to resonate through the air!

Naruto could no longer withstand this overwhelming force; he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, forcibly knocked down and thrown onto the sandy ground several meters away.

Umino Iruka nodded.

In his view, Uzumaki Naruto was completely lacking in method, and although Akimichi Denji had just enrolled, his combat techniques were significantly better than Naruto's.

Uchiha Sasuke smiled with certainty.

Naruto's performance wasn't bad; the Sexy Clone Technique was a bit of a surprise, and if used well, it could be a clever trick. The ninjutsu also fit his perception of Naruto.

However, Akimichi Denji's performance surprised him. Although he hadn't awakened the Sharingan, the natural sensitivity of an Uchiha allowed him to perceive that the ninjutsu Akimichi Denji used had the effect of enhancing strength.

But it was clearly not the Multi-Size Technique. Still, that amplification was only in his arm, and it could be dodged.

In summary: neither of them was anything to fear.

Akimichi Denji licked his lips, shifted his gaze toward the spectating Uchiha Sasuke, and proposed, "How about we have a match?"

Uchiha was taken aback.

So everyone was going to use him as a whetstone.

He then responded indifferently, "Let's fight!"

In his view, there was no possibility of him losing. The Uchiha clan was a clan of the strong.

Although he was not as good as his brother, he was not someone Denji could compare himself to.

Akimichi Denji looked at the top of Uchiha Sasuke's head, where the wish [Uchiha Invincible] had appeared.

He licked his lips, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

He had bet correctly. The way the system's wishes had been generated previously had always left him confused; they were inexplicable and depended entirely on the thoughts of others.

After Naruto had generated that wish just now, he had wanted to try and artificially intervene in the generation of wishes.

It seems there is indeed a chance after all.

The difficulty of human intervention lies in needing to know a character's personality, what they care about, and what can trigger their desires.

But as long as the possibility exists, one can slowly experiment. Having read the original work, he felt confident about the desires of everyone at this stage.

Iruka was stunned. Were these two really going to fight?

In his view, although Akimichi Denji's performance just now was decent, Uchiha Sasuke had always been at the top of the class. Since Akimichi Denji had only just enrolled, it would be very difficult for him to defeat Sasuke.

However, seeing how eager both of them were, Iruka agreed to the spar.

Uchiha Sasuke said indifferently, "I won't let you lose too miserably."

Akimichi Denji looked at the weather; the sun was shining brightly.

The sky has cleared, the rain has stopped, and since you can't use Kirin, you think you're hot stuff again, huh?

The two stood facing each other and began the spar.

The crowd cheered from the sidelines.

"You'll win, Sasuke-kun!" Haruno Sakura shouted excitedly.

"Use your punches on him, Denji-kun!" Yamanaka Ino refused to be outdone.

"Troublesome women. I just want a moment of peace..." Nara Shikamaru silently moved further away from the two, his expression crumbling.

Hyuga Hinata nervously clutched her clothes, her fists balled up.

She felt nervous for Akimichi Denji, yet she also wanted to cheer for him loudly just like Yamanaka Ino.

But due to her personality, she could only watch silently from the side, her eyes revealing both worry for Denji and envy toward Ino.

Inuzuka Kiba excitedly joined in the commotion: "Shikamaru, who do you think will win?"

"Need you ask? It's definitely Sasuke!" Naruto Uzumaki said while still clutching his arm.

"You were just knocked down by Denji, don't you support him?"

"Although I really want to support Denji, he just arrived at the academy after all. No matter how much of a genius he is, he needs time. That guy Sasuke might be arrogant, but he's always first in the physical exams," Naruto Uzumaki replied.

Akimichi Choji held a bag of chips, continuously stuffing them into his mouth.

Inuzuka Kiba nudged Akimichi Choji with his elbow and asked, "What about you? Do you have confidence in your brother?"

Akimichi Choji turned his head, looking bewildered, and said, "Confidence? What confidence?"