Sakura Haruno: Takasaki Actually Described Me as So Disgusting

An incredible thought suddenly surged into Sasuke's mind, so incredible that he dismissed it the moment it appeared: Impossible. How could Takasaki possibly know the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique? It must just be a coincidence.

It wasn't until Takasaki formed the sixth Tiger seal that Sasuke stared blankly at him: It can't be that much of a coincidence, right?

The coincidence was that the seals Takasaki was forming were identical to those of the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique.

As long as Takasaki knew the chakra circulation method for the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique, he would be able to successfully cast it.

The key was:

Did Takasaki know it?

Impossible!

This was Sasuke's fixed impression of Takasaki.

A dead-last in the class, or even the entire grade, who hadn't even mastered the chakra circulation for the Three Body Technique—how could he possibly perform such a ninjutsu?

The next second.

A soft shout from Takasaki rang out by the quiet lakeshore: "Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

A massive ball of fire erupted from Takasaki's mouth.

The flames met the surface of the lake, creating a hissing cloud of rising steam.

Even from over ten meters away, Sasuke could feel a wave of heat blowing against his cheeks.

At that moment, Sasuke couldn't care about the heat on his face; he sprang to his feet, completely stunned.

What Takasaki had performed was truly the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!

It was exactly the same as the ninjutsu he trained so hard on every day.

The point was, the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique Takasaki performed was not lacking in power at all.

The fireball surged, churning the lake into waves, and the water immediately surrounding the flames bubbled and boiled.

Sasuke held his breath, staring at the fireball with intense focus, estimating its diameter.

Seven meters!

The fireball Takasaki had condensed with the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique actually reached a diameter of seven meters!

It was 0.4 meters larger than his own.

It was even as large as Itachi's had been back in the day!

How is this possible?! Isn't Takasaki a dead-last?

Sasuke was truly caught off guard.

Where on earth did this guy learn the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique?

No.

Where he learned it didn't matter at all.

Because the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique was not a secret technique of the Uchiha clan; it was simply a ninjutsu that the Uchiha clan excelled at.

Many ninjas in Konoha knew it.

The teachers at the Ninja Academy knew it too.

The key was, how could Takasaki have trained the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique to this level?

It was even slightly stronger than his own.

Without a massive amount of time spent training, it was impossible to achieve this. The problem was, Takasaki was clearly just a dead-last in the class.

How could a dead-last learn the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique?

How could a dead-last persist in training the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique to this extent?

Sasuke felt his mind spinning. He desperately wanted to go over and ask Takasaki how he had done it, but his inherent pride made it difficult for him to lower himself to that level.

He was known as a genius at the Ninja Academy, ranking first in his grade in every exam.

Because of this, he looked down on every other student in the Ninja Academy.

And now, to ask a question of a Ninja Academy dead-last, he truly needed some courage.

Fortunately, Takasaki's Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique did not completely crush him in every aspect.

It was just that in terms of seal-forming speed, he was faster than Takasaki.

Takasaki needed six seconds to finish the seals, while he only needed one.

Relying on the fact that his seal-forming speed was faster than Takasaki's, Sasuke was finally able to maintain a sense of superiority in his heart.

Just as Sasuke hesitated over whether to take the initiative to talk to Takasaki, Takasaki made his next move.

Takasaki isn't planning to rest? Could it be that with Takasaki's chakra reserves, he can perform the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique again?

Sasuke's Adam's apple bobbed as he took a deep breath, watching with bated breath.

At this moment.

Takasaki did not realize that Sasuke was in the shadows under a large tree over ten meters away, observing his every move.

His attention was entirely focused on the translucent control panel that only he could see before him.

He was primarily looking at the ninjutsu attributes of the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique.

It was originally: [Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique (0/100) (30 Chakra)]

Now it was: [Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique (1/100) (30 Chakra)]

The proficiency had increased by 1 point.

This thing really drains chakra, Takasaki thought to himself.

He had 80 points of chakra in total, and a single Great Fireball Technique wiped out 30 of them immediately.

That said, aside from the high chakra consumption, the rest of this ninjutsu was nothing but advantages.

After successfully casting it, Takasaki had seen the effects clearly.

The power was so great it had nearly roasted several fish in the lakeside.

It was just that he wasn't proficient in using it yet.

After all, this ninjutsu had been forcibly instilled into his mind by the system.

He had to practice it first.

Having successfully cast it once, Takasaki appeared much more skilled when casting it again.

Takasaki took a deep breath and formed the hand seals once more.

He didn't rush to unleash the Great Fireball Technique immediately, but instead focused on performing the seals as quickly as possible.

Completing the six seals took three seconds.

This was Takasaki's fastest speed at the moment.

Not good enough.

It was too slow.

Takasaki was not satisfied with his current speed of forming hand seals.

The method for the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique had been instilled into his mind by the system, but his body was not yet accustomed to it.

Shortening the time taken to form seals could effectively improve his combat capability.

He didn't need to be as fast as Kakashi, who could form 32 seals in one second, but at the very least, completing the six seals for the Great Fireball Technique in one second was a must.

Takasaki formed the seals again.

This time, the speed shortened slightly to 2.5 seconds.

There was progress.

He continued.

Two minutes later, having performed the seals over forty times without a break, his speed had improved to 2 seconds.

He continued to train.

His fingertips rubbed against each other continuously, and every hand gesture was perfectly standard.

The sealing method taught to him by the system was deeply imprinted in his mind, ensuring he wouldn't make a mistake.

Is that guy Takasaki training his seal-forming speed over and over again?

The efficiency with which he is training the seal-forming speed for the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique is a bit too fast.

Sasuke's eyes flickered.

He could clearly see that each time Takasaki formed the seals, the time taken was significantly shorter than the last.

Back then, it had taken him a full year and tens of thousands of repetitions to shorten the six seals of the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique from six seconds down to two.

Yet Takasaki had only spent two minutes!

This clearly exceeded Sasuke's understanding.

Of course, he didn't believe that Takasaki had just learned the Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique and was only now training the seals.

Takasaki must have practiced the hand seals for the Great Fireball Technique countless times in private; he is just trying to speed them up little by little now, was the subconscious thought in Sasuke's mind.

He was very curious to see just how fast Takasaki's final seal-forming speed could become.

Gradually, Takasaki's movements became more and more fluid.

He had originally been using his mind to control the hand gestures, but now his body had developed muscle memory.

This time, the seals for the Great Fireball Technique were all completed in one second.

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

A massive ball of fire erupted from his mouth.

A heatwave swept outward.

Just like before, the fireball was seven meters in diameter.

Hidden in the shadows of a large tree, Sasuke saw this scene again, and his heart was still filled with shock.

It was not the power of Takasaki's Fireball Jutsu that shocked him, but the speed of Takasaki's hand seals.

"Takasaki's hand seal speed... it's actually as fast as mine!"

Sasuke's pupils constricted. He suddenly felt as though all the strength had drained from his body, and he lost the confidence to step forward and strike up a conversation with Takasaki.

Takasaki's Fireball Jutsu was more powerful than his own.

Even the time taken to weave the seals was no slower than his.

The crucial point was that this was the ninjutsu he was most proficient in, the one he took the most pride in, and the one he had spent the longest time training.

In this regard, Takasaki was actually able to crush him in every aspect.

If it had been Neji from the Ninja Academy who achieved this, Sasuke would not have felt such an intense sense of frustration.

After all, Neji's grades at the Ninja Academy were plain for all to see, and they were not much worse than his own.

Yet, Takasaki was a dead-last student—a dead-last student who even needed to cheat on exams.

How on earth did this dead-last student manage to do it... Sasuke felt his heart rate quicken as he thought to himself.

He could never have imagined that Takasaki, whom he wouldn't have even spared a glance when passing on the street, would now be the subject of such serious and careful scrutiny.

Meanwhile.

Inside a bungalow in Konoha.

At the home of Sakura Haruno.

Sakura Haruno, who was in her room focusing on practicing the Three Body Technique for the ninjutsu test in ten days, suddenly felt a strange sensation.

She locked her door, drew the curtains, and took out her Diary.

"Takasaki wrote a new entry in his Diary. I wonder if my name is in it?"

When Sakura Haruno first saw her name appear in Takasaki's Diary, she felt a sense of relief.

Sure enough, her name was there!

However, after reading a few lines about herself, she couldn't help but silently complain: "Didn't I just report him when he was cheating? I didn't do anything wrong; cheating on exams isn't allowed in the first place. Besides, my report didn't even succeed. He's a guy, does he really have to be so petty with me..."

Complaining was one thing.

In truth, Sakura Haruno knew that her actions toward Takasaki during the exam were a bit excessive.

If someone else had done that to her, she probably would have flown into a rage on the spot.

As a result, seeing Takasaki write about this in his Diary made her instinctively a little angry, but she felt even more guilty.

Sakura Haruno continued to read.

Seeing Takasaki write in his Diary that he didn't know which wire in her brain had snapped.

Sakura Haruno held back from complaining.

After all, she felt guilty.

Seeing Takasaki describe her as "ptui."

Sakura Haruno was a bit confused.

To her, "ptui" was an unfamiliar term. What did it mean?

Ptui, ptui, ptui...

Sakura Haruno muttered it a few times, then suddenly realized something and took a deep breath: "Takasaki actually compared me to a glob of phlegm! He actually described me as something so disgusting. How dare he!"