Provoking Hatake Kakashi

The sun baked the Ninja Academy training ground, and the dust on the ground swirled in the wind.

Dozens of children in light blue academy uniforms stood in a row, their faces filled with nervousness and anticipation.

Today was the monthly test, and the results would directly affect their graduation rankings.

The Ninja Academy was a place to train genin; only by passing the test could one become an official ninja.

The teacher in charge of the test was a young man named Umino Ikkaku. He held a record book and scanned the children in line:

"Next, Hatake Kakashi."

A boy wearing a black mask, with only the upper half of his face visible, stepped out.

His eyes were too calm for a child. He walked to the center of the training ground and took three shuriken from his ninja tool pouch.

Throwing technique was a basic ninja skill that tested precision, chakra control, and wrist strength. An excellent thrower could make multiple ninja tools adjust their trajectories in mid-air to hit the target accurately.

"Twenty-meter target, bullseye." The teacher pointed to the human-shaped target in the distance, where the red bullseye was only the size of a copper coin.

Kakashi's wrist flicked slightly, and the three shuriken left his hand almost simultaneously, flying out with a faint whistling sound.

With three soft "swish" sounds, the three shuriken pinned themselves precisely into the same bullseye hole. The tails of the blades were still vibrating slightly, and even the angle of insertion was identical.

"Perfect precision!" The teacher's eyes lit up, and he marked a big full score in the record book. "Hatake Kakashi, full marks! This control—truly worthy of a genius!"

The precision of throwing techniques directly reflected a ninja's subtle control over their tools and chakra. That Kakashi could make three shuriken pass through the same bullseye hole was clearly top-tier.

The surrounding children let out a gasp of amazement:

"Wow, Kakashi is so amazing!"

"The bullseye was pierced right through!"

Kakashi stood where he was, his face devoid of expression. He merely glanced at his classmates indifferently, as if all of this were a matter of course.

Just then, a lazy voice rang out:

"Tch, that's just embroidery work."

Everyone's gaze turned to the source of the voice—Uchiha Arashi.

He was leaning against the training ground fence with his hands in his pockets, his eyes full of disdain.

His left eye still had faint bloodshot traces from when he had awakened his Sharingan, but at this moment, it radiated an uncomfortable arrogance.

Kakashi's gaze turned cold. For the first time, he looked directly at this Uchiha who had always been unremarkable.

"Uchiha Arashi, it's your turn." The teacher frowned, clearly dissatisfied with his previous remark. "Same twenty-meter target, bullseye."

Uchiha Arashi straightened up slowly and walked to the center of the training ground.

He didn't adjust his breathing like Kakashi; he just casually pulled a kunai from his tool pouch.

The kunai was nearly twice as heavy as a standard one, and the blade was etched with dark patterns. It was clearly not a standard-issue tool.

"Twenty meters?" He weighed the kunai, his tone tinged with mockery. "Too close, boring."

Before the teacher could say anything, he saw Uchiha Arashi pull his arm back. His muscle lines tightened instantly, and then he whipped it forward with a violent motion.

He didn't even use his wrist; he threw it entirely with arm strength!

The kunai flew out with a sharp, piercing sound, moving so fast it almost left an afterimage.

With a dull "thud," the kunai not only hit the bullseye precisely but actually pierced through the wooden target, pinning itself into the tree trunk behind it with half the blade buried nearly three inches deep! The bark on the tree trunk was shaken off in a flurry.

The power of a throwing technique, beyond precision, depended on strength and speed.

The greater the strength, the faster the tool flew and the stronger its penetration—this was pure physical suppression.

The surrounding children scrambled back in fear. Even the teacher couldn't help but open his mouth, looking at the kunai vibrating slightly in the tree trunk and the split target board. He swallowed hard:

"This... this power... it already exceeds many genin! Uchiha Arashi, full marks! No, this power is far beyond a full score!"

The surrounding children were stunned, their eyes wide as they looked at Uchiha Arashi with awe.

A normal genin's throw would at most pierce the target board, yet he had pierced the board and pinned it directly into the tree trunk!

Only Uchiha Obito clenched his fists in defiance, muttering under his breath, "What's so great about that? It's just brute strength... I could do that too..." But his voice grew quieter and quieter.

Before he could finish, Uchiha Arashi had already turned his head to look at Kakashi, who was standing beside him.

A provocative smile curled his lips. His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear:

"That throwing technique just now was truly boring."

"Only weaklings would be smug about such a small trick."

Hatake Kakashi's eyes turned cold instantly. His hand moved quietly toward the kunai at his waist: "What did you say?"

"I said, your throwing technique is trash."

Uchiha Arashi took two steps forward, the arrogance in his eyes undisguised:

"A true powerhouse doesn't need these flashy, useless things. They only need absolute power."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his right foot forward, kicking a sturdy oak post at the edge of the training ground.

With a sharp "crack," the oak post, as thick as a bowl, was shattered into pieces, and wood chips flew everywhere.

This was pure physical strength.

The entire crowd was in an uproar!

"My god, that's an oak post! Even some genin couldn't kick that to pieces!"

"Arashi-kun is too violent!" Nohara Rin covered her mouth in shock, her eyes filled with worry: "Arashi-kun..."

Might Guy, however, waved his fists excitedly: "What an amazing leg technique! Uchiha Arashi, I want to spar with you!"

Uchiha Arashi ignored the commotion around him and just stood there quietly, feeling the changes within his body.

When he shattered the wooden post just now, he felt a type of energy different from chakra flowing through his body—warm and powerful. It was "Ki," the unique energy of a Saiyan.

Just then, the system's voice rang in his mind again:

[Detected that the host has completed the novice mission: Display the pride of Vegeta as the 'Saiyan Prince']

[Template progress +2%, current progress 2%]

[Reward obtained: Ki Sense (Intermediate) — Can perceive the Ki within one's own body more clearly]

Uchiha Arashi's lips curled higher.

He looked at Hatake Kakashi, his eyes filled with disdain: "What? Not convinced? Then show me some real skill, and stop hiding behind that mask acting cool."

Kakashi stood where he was, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. In the end, he didn't make a move, but a thorn named "pride" had already been planted in his eyes.

Uchiha Arashi watched Kakashi's suppressed anger and his disdain deepened.

He turned to the teacher and said indifferently: "Is the test over? Then I'm leaving."

Before the teacher could answer, he had already turned and left the training ground, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded classmates and a Hatake Kakashi trembling with rage.

Only after walking a long distance did Uchiha Arashi let out a sigh of relief:

"That was close. Luckily the teacher was stunned and didn't start scolding me, otherwise my 'cool factor' would have dropped to zero instantly."

"Sorry, brother Kakashi, but in the future, I'll make sure those painful things happen to you a little less."

Uchiha Arashi smirked to himself.

He knew that since his cheat was the 'Vegeta' template, he had to align every word and action with Vegeta.

And as the Saiyan Prince, Vegeta was born demanding to be the center of the world. This was the arrogance carved into his bones, and it was also the driving force behind his strength.