At that moment, Hiruzen Sarutobi stood on the rooftop, quietly watching everything unfold,
He slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke, which drifted through the air.
"Asuma has already lost. His every move has been completely read by his opponent."
Sakumo Hatake nodded slightly beside him, agreeing:
"Asuma's Taijutsu is actually pretty good for his age. His opponent is simply stronger."
A hint of admiration showed in his eyes as he looked at Amada with approval.
Hiruzen Sarutobi kept his eyes fixed on Amada and murmured to himself:
"Uchiha Amada, is it? What an outstanding child."
Asuma's stamina had been exhausted by his relentless attacks.
His movements grew slower and slower. Every punch and kick seemed weak and powerless.
Amada noticed the change. He knew it was time to end this.
Asuma gritted his teeth and summoned the last of his strength to throw a punch at Amada.
Amada calmly reached out and caught Asuma's fist with perfect precision.
"It's over," Amada said quietly.
He pivoted on his foot and pulled backward, then suddenly threw his weight into his arm,
Executing a clean shoulder throw that sent Asuma soaring into the air.
Asuma traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
He lay sprawled on the ground, staring blankly at the sky,
Gasping for breath, but without enough strength to get back up.
"No way, Asuma actually lost?"
"Amada, the Dead Last, is that strong?"
The students burst into an uproar. Shock and confusion filled their faces as they whispered among themselves, their chatter rising all around them.
A flicker of surprise crossed the teacher's eyes, too.
He nodded slightly and praised him:
"As expected of the Uchiha Clan. His theory grades are failing, but his combat skills are still excellent."
His voice held a hint of relief. He was very pleased with Amada's performance.
"Damn it, damn it. I actually lost to a Dead Last!"
Asuma lay on the ground, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
Asuma struggled to his feet and glared at Amada, demanding loudly:
"Aren't you the Dead Last in class? How did you suddenly get so strong?"
As far as he knew, Amada's grades had always been mediocre. It was hard to accept him suddenly showing such impressive strength.
Amada remained calm and answered unhurriedly:
"I just wasn't interested. You're the one with no talent."
There was a touch of quiet confidence and pride in his voice.
After speaking, he gave himself full marks in his mind for that line.
Kurenai Yuhi stood to the side, staring at Amada without blinking,
Her eyes sparkled like stars, filled with admiration.
The rest of the practical lessons were rather uneventful.
Only Might Guy's Taijutsu occasionally earned a few cheers from the students.
At last, the day's practical lessons ended, and the students began leaving the training ground.
As Amada walked through the crowd, he happened to catch sight of several Uchiha classmates.
He noticed that the way they looked at him had clearly changed.
The anger and contempt in their eyes had given way to a measure of approval,
And when their eyes met his, they even nodded politely in greeting.
"Asuma is the Third Hokage's son. By beating him, I helped the Uchiha defeat the Hokage. That's what they're thinking, isn't it?"
He shook his head helplessly. That was a bit of a stretch.
"But at least no one should think I'm the Dead Last anymore."
He thought to himself, feeling a little more at ease.
Just then, Obito walked over, looking awkward.
His expression was complicated: surprise, envy, and a little resentment.
"Amada, you've been training in secret, haven't you? You didn't even tell me. That's so unfair!"
Amada couldn't help laughing at Obito's expression. He lightly patted him on the shoulder and said:
"It was just my usual morning exercise. You're not bad yourself. You actually managed to use a ninjutsu. I bet you're the only one in class who can do that."
Obito's face immediately lit up at those words, and his earlier irritation vanished.
"Of course! Of course!"
He laughed proudly and puffed out his chest, his face beaming.
Rin, standing nearby, was almost embarrassed for him.
The next morning, Amada stepped into the Ninja Academy.
His gaze swept casually around the classroom, and he was surprised to find that a familiar face was missing—Kakashi.
Kakashi was always punctual. He never arrived late or took time off, so his absence left Amada wondering.
Still, Amada didn't plan to dwell on it. He found a seat and sat down.
Just then, Obito's loud, carefree voice rang through the classroom:
"Teacher, where's Kakashi? Did he oversleep or something?"
Obito scratched his head, looking puzzled.
The teacher sighed helplessly and said:
"Who do you think Kakashi is, you? He just applied to graduate early and become a Genin."
The teacher's voice wasn't loud, but the words landed like a bomb, sending a wave of commotion through the classroom.
Obito's eyes widened, his face full of shock and disbelief.
"What! You can do that? Then I'll apply to graduate too! If Kakashi can do it, I definitely can!"
Sitting at his desk, Amada heard Obito and was speechless at his blind confidence.
"Where does he get all that confidence?"
He grumbled silently to himself.
The teacher looked at Obito's resolute expression and felt a headache coming on.
He patiently explained:
"First, you need to pass every subject before you're qualified to ask me about graduating."
Obito's excited expression froze as soon as he heard that.
He lowered his head and muttered:
"Pass every subject... Oh."
But soon, he looked up again, determination flaring in his eyes,
"One day, I'll become an excellent Genin too!"
Amada was surprised to hear that Kakashi had graduated. He wasn't even six yet, was he?
He quickly recalled Kakashi from the original story,
He remembered that the future Kakashi had once mentioned becoming a Chunin at an age six years younger than Naruto.
If that was right, didn't it mean Kakashi would become a Chunin next year?
"That's a little ridiculous. He really is a genius."
Amada couldn't help marveling to himself.
Compared to Kakashi's rapid growth, Amada knew his own advantage lay in the unknown opportunities his system offered.
There was no good in rushing. In this unpredictable ninja world, a safe environment in which to grow was what mattered most.
"I'll stay at school for another three years and take my time."
Amada thought to himself.
He believed that as long as he steadily built up his strength, with the system's help,
He would one day become powerful. He was completely confident of that.
Keeping a low profile and quietly growing over the next few years was the wisest choice.
Let Kakashi be the one to stand out.
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