Obito's Talent

Uchiha Obito stood in the center of the training ground, his chest heaving as he finished the hand seals and took a deep breath.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"

Immediately following, he exhaled forcefully to release a small fireball.

The fireball was only the size of a palm, and it drifted forward at a sluggish pace.

For a moment, the entire training ground fell into a brief silence.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the slowly floating little fireball, as if they could not believe their eyes.

"Pfft!" Someone broke the silence, and a roar of laughter erupted across the field.

The students doubled over, their smiles unrestrained and mocking, as if they were watching a farcical comedy.

"You call that a jutsu? Hahaha!"

One boy laughed until tears almost came to his eyes; he slapped his thigh while pointing at Uchiha Obito.

The harsh sound of his laughter echoed across the training ground.

"Don't be like that. Even if he is a dead last, he still managed to use it. Haha!"

Another girl joined in, her laughter laced with sarcasm, which only made Uchiha Obito's expression darken further.

Amidst the jeers, only Rin stood there with a bright smile, shouting:

"Great job, Uchiha Obito! You actually managed to use a ninjutsu!"

Kakashi watched the slowly drifting fireball.

A flash of astonishment crossed his face, followed immediately by an indescribable sense of shame.

He could not believe that he had actually felt nervous and serious over such a pathetic little fireball.

To avoid wasting any more time, Kakashi flashed forward, easily dodging the "attack" of the fireball.

He sprinted toward Uchiha Obito, intending to end this farce immediately.

At that moment, Uchiha Obito was still immersed in the sound of the crowd's mockery, his eyes filled with disappointment and frustration.

He was completely caught off guard by Kakashi's rapid approach.

Kakashi's movements were clean and efficient, without a hint of hesitation, as he executed a sweeping leg kick.

Uchiha Obito had no time to mount any defense and was sent crashing heavily to the ground.

"Match over."

The teacher's voice rang out across the training ground, breaking the brief silence.

He let out a sigh of relief, a look of gratification appearing on his face.

"That startled me for a second; I actually thought Uchiha Obito might succeed."

In his eyes, while Uchiha Obito's fireball was unexpected, it ultimately posed no real threat to Kakashi.

The surrounding students erupted into another round of laughter, filled with mockery and disdain for Uchiha Obito.

Uchiha Obito scrambled up from the ground, his face burning with humiliation.

He glared fiercely at Kakashi, yet he was helpless to do anything about it.

However, amidst the clamor, Amada fell into deep thought.

He stood in the crowd, quietly observing everything, his heart filled with surprise.

Uchiha Obito really did manage to use that ninjutsu.

He pondered to himself, The reason the fireball was so small must be due to his chakra levels. But if his chakra were insufficient, the jutsu should have failed. To succeed in using a ninjutsu despite lacking the necessary chakra—how did he do it? Keep in mind that Uchiha Obito is only five or six years old. Could he be a genius too?

Perhaps Uchiha Obito's potential is far greater than I imagined.

Amada thought to himself.

What they did not know was that at this very moment, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, and a white-haired ninja were standing on the roof of the school building, quietly overlooking the scene.

"Sakumo Hatake, Kakashi is as excellent as ever. He is truly your son."

Hiruzen Sarutobi's gaze was full of approval, a gentle smile on his face, his voice conveying affirmation and appreciation for Kakashi.

Sakumo Hatake's lips curled slightly into a humble smile as he said softly:

"Not at all, he is still too green. He didn't take any action when facing an enemy who was performing hand seals for a jutsu."

As an experienced ninja, he had keenly noticed the flaws in Kakashi's combat performance.

Hiruzen Sarutobi nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping slowly over the students on the training ground before finally landing on Uchiha Obito.

"But that boy, Uchiha Obito, is also quite interesting. To be able to use a ninjutsu despite insufficient chakra... it seems the rumors of him being a dead last might be exaggerated. With proper training, he could become another excellent ninja to protect the Leaf."

Sakumo Hatake followed Hiruzen Sarutobi's gaze, carefully observing Uchiha Obito.

He saw that although Uchiha Obito had just suffered a defeat, his eyes still held a stubborn, unyielding spirit.

Sakumo Hatake nodded slightly, inwardly agreeing with Hiruzen Sarutobi's assessment, feeling that this child named Obito indeed possessed potential that could not be ignored.

"Next match. Asuma Sarutobi and Uchiha Amada, prepare!"

The teacher's voice rang out. Hearing his name, Yutian walked forward with steady steps.

As he drew closer to Asuma, Yutian clearly observed a hint of anger in the way Asuma looked at him.

He pondered to himself that this was likely because he had glanced at Kurenai Yuhi a moment too long earlier.

To be jealous over a girl at this age, what a precocious kid.

Yutian silently mocked in his heart, a helpless smile inevitably appearing on his face.

"Hey! You dead last. Today, I, Asuma Sarutobi, will teach you a lesson. I'll let you know that only the strong are worthy of Kurenai!"

Asuma shouted loudly, his tone filled with the air of a rebellious youth.

Yutian could only offer a helpless, bitter smile; he was not angered by Asuma's provocation, finding the boy's actions merely childish and laughable.

He adjusted his breathing slightly, and the moment the teacher announced "Begin," he quickly assumed a defensive stance.

Seeing that Yutian remained indifferent to his provocation, the fire in Asuma's heart was instantly ignited.

"You hateful guy, how dare you ignore me!"

He roared, pushed off the ground with force, and charged rapidly toward Yutian.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived before Yutian and threw a straight punch without hesitation.

In his mind, Yutian was nothing but a dead last, and he could easily defeat him with the simplest taijutsu, making him lose face in front of everyone.

He put all his strength into this punch, as if he intended to send Yutian flying with a single blow.

However, in Yutian's eyes, Asuma's movements were riddled with openings.

He shifted his body slightly to the side, easily dodging Asuma's straight punch.

Asuma's fist grazed the corner of his clothes, stirring up a light breeze.

Having missed, a flash of shock crossed Asuma's face, but he did not give up.

Almost in the same instant, he spun around violently, using the momentum of his turn to unleash a powerful roundhouse kick.

But Yutian had already anticipated his move; he remained unhurried, crouching slightly before leaping backward to easily evade Asuma's kick.

In the time that followed, Asuma attacked Yutian as if he had gone mad.

His techniques came one after another, yet no matter how hard he tried, every attack was easily dodged by Yutian.

Yutian was like a nimble dancer, weaving lightly through the gaps in Asuma's attacks, constantly causing Asuma's strikes to hit nothing but air.

Gradually, Asuma's breathing became ragged, beads of sweat the size of beans covered his forehead, and his chest heaved violently.

His stamina was being depleted by this round after round of attacks, and his movements were becoming increasingly sluggish.

"You guy, are you only going to dodge? If you have the guts, fight me head-on!"

Asuma shouted in anger.

Yutian, however, ignored his provocation, continuing his defense and evasion at a steady, unhurried pace.

His gaze remained calm and focused, observing every one of Asuma's movements.