Battle Against a Middle Ninja!

"This child truly resembles Madara Uchiha from back in the day!"

Watching Mirai Uchiha's small frame, which nonetheless exuded a faint, overbearing aura of disdain for all living things, Hiruzen Sarutobi narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling deeply moved. When Konoha was first established, Hiruzen Sarutobi was still a child who understood nothing, yet he had the fortune of seeing Madara Uchiha once. That overbearing aura of disdain for the world left a profound impression on him, one he could never forget.

Hatake Sakumo and Orochimaru both admired Mirai Uchiha's backbone. Hatake Sakumo, in particular, was a man who would stop at nothing to complete a mission, harboring a cold disregard for the masses deep in his bones. Mirai Uchiha's performance resonated with him; had the boy not been from the Uchiha Clan, he would have truly wanted to take him as a disciple.

"Fine, brat, I'll give you credit for having guts. Since you've agreed, let's begin. I want to see if your ability is truly enough to kill two elite genin!" Although Elder Chiyo's face turned blue with rage at the insults, the thought of eliminating this young sprout kept her in check. In her eyes, a six-year-old brat could never defeat a battle-hardened chunin.

"Hmph!" Mirai Uchiha merely let out a faint grunt before turning to face Hiruzen Sarutobi with a cold, indifferent gaze. Although Hiruzen Sarutobi was his teacher, the Third Hokage had just pushed him to the front lines without hesitation for the sake of Konoha, using a six-year-old child as a shield. Mirai Uchiha felt nothing but contempt for such behavior; there was no longer any teacher-student bond to speak of.

Seeing the coldness in Mirai Uchiha's eyes, Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed inwardly. What he had just done was indeed wrong, but for the sake of Konoha, he would not change his mind even if he had to do it again. Glancing at Mirai Uchiha, Hiruzen Sarutobi turned to the Third Kazekage and said indifferently, "Since your Sunagakure demands that Mirai Uchiha prove his strength, and he has agreed, please send out your shinobi."

Uchiha Hao, standing to the side, was trembling with rage. His face was dark, and he wished he could bite the Third Hokage to death. The Third Hokage's actions were nothing short of strangling a genius of the Uchiha Clan; how could Uchiha Hao possibly endure this?

"Damn Hiruzen Sarutobi, damn Konoha! To suppress my Uchiha Clan like this—one day, I will see you all destroyed!" Uchiha Hao clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails nearly pierced his palms.

Ding, mission issued: Defeat the Sunagakure chunin. Reward: 5,000 points. If the mission fails, 5,000 points will be deducted from the host!

Arriving at a training ground, Mirai Uchiha and a middle-aged man covered in stubble stood facing each other. This man was the shinobi sent by Sunagakure, wearing the village's forehead protector. Comparing the two, Mirai Uchiha's presence was significantly weaker; his age was a fatal flaw, and he lacked a forehead protector.

At this moment, Hiruzen Sarutobi and the Third Kazekage had surrounded the training ground with their respective shinobi to watch the upcoming battle from afar. Uchiha Hao's palms were slick with sweat; if anything happened to Mirai Uchiha, when would the Uchiha Clan ever truly rise?

Kushina stood beside Hiruzen Sarutobi, her eyes fixed on Mirai Uchiha without blinking, her face full of worry. She had been full of confidence that he would win, but seeing this burly, rugged man, she couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for him.

"Brat, if you surrender now, I might spare your life. If we actually start fighting, I'll snap your little bones one by one, you hear me!" The Sunagakure chunin was massive, at least three times the size of Mirai Uchiha, and radiated a heavy killing intent. It was clear that since the Second Shinobi World War had only recently ended, this guy hadn't yet adjusted his mindset.

An ordinary child would have been scared to tears by this killing intent. Even Mirai Uchiha's expression turned grave. While "chunin" and "elite genin" sounded close, the gap in their actual strength was like heaven and earth. Without special secret techniques, it was nearly impossible for an elite genin to defeat a chunin.

"Sharingan!"

Mirai Uchiha did not answer the chunin. His black pupils had already dyed into a blood-red hue. The tomoe in his eyes stared fixedly at the chunin's feet. At this moment, Mirai Uchiha's nerves were taut. This enemy was the greatest threat he had ever faced; if he wasn't extremely careful, he could very well die.

"Is this the Sharingan of the Uchiha Clan? Heh, let me tell you, brat, I've killed plenty of Uchiha Clan members on the battlefield!" Seeing the Sharingan, the Sunagakure shinobi didn't know the significance of having two tomoe at this age and didn't take it to heart.

Ignoring the man's arrogant bluster, Mirai Uchiha drew a Kunai and moved in an instant, sprinting toward the shinobi. He leaped into the air and kicked toward the man's face.

"Brat, don't look down on people. You're a hundred years too early to try and out-fight me in taijutsu!" The Sunagakure shinobi roared. Facing the kick, he didn't dodge, instead swatting out with his palm, intending to grab Mirai Uchiha's leg.

Whoosh!

However, at that moment, Mirai Uchiha threw the Kunai in his hand directly at the man's face. With only half a meter between them, the Kunai reached the shinobi in an instant. While still in mid-air, Mirai Uchiha suddenly produced a silver wire from his hand and pulled it taut. His forward momentum stopped instantly, and he twisted his body in mid-air, retracting his kick. Upon landing, he didn't pause; bracing his hands on the ground, he swept his right leg toward the shinobi's lower stance.

"Good!"

Watching from the sidelines, Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others cheered at the sequence of attacks. It was hard to imagine a child who had never been on a battlefield possessing such skilled combat techniques.

Sizzle! Bang!

Snowflakes flew. At the critical moment, the Sunagakure shinobi used his arm to block the Kunai. Though he avoided a lethal blow, his arm was sliced open, and scarlet blood began to flow. Before he could catch his breath, Mirai Uchiha swept his leg against the man's knee, the immense force causing the shinobi to stumble several steps before barely regaining his footing.

"You little brat, I..." The Sunagakure shinobi hadn't expected a dignified chunin like himself to suffer a loss at the hands of a six-year-old. Just as he was about to erupt in anger, he noticed something abnormal. The surroundings had somehow become deathly quiet. The spectators were still watching, not a single person was missing, the wind was still howling, and the trees were still swaying—yes, there was sound, but it still felt like an eerie, uncanny silence. These sounds felt fake, and a sense of palpitations began to stir in his heart.