Damn it, Is It a Genjutsu?

Clearly Kakashi had the moral high ground, yet to save face, Sunny Day touched upon Kakashi's deepest wound.

Looking at the laughing Sunny Day, Kakashi wished he could slash him with a blade.

Kakashi took a deep breath, forcing himself to look a bit calmer.

After all, if he really wanted to teach this guy a lesson, he needed to appear nonchalant so that he could infuriate the opponent and make him take the bait.

Since you want to play this low-class game of personal attacks, let's hurt each other.

Kakashi feigned nonchalance and said, "Well, someone reached my position at almost forty. If I were someone, I would definitely commit seppuku within a minute."

"How do you still have the face to chatter here, aren't you embarrassed?" Kakashi said with a chuckle.

"You!" Sunny Day was somewhat annoyed and angry. "You're just relying on the Third Hokage's favor!"

"Otherwise, with your seniority, how could you possibly reach this position? I was already going on missions before you were even born!"

Kakashi looked up at the sky. "Well, people without ability always like to hang seniority on their lips. Besides being older than me, what else do you have that can be shown off?"

"How many S-rank missions have you completed, how many A-rank missions?"

"I accomplished in a few years what you couldn't do in half a lifetime, and you only talk to me about seniority here."

Kakashi's words were like a whip, snapping back and forth across Sunny Day's face, yet Sunny Day had no way to retort.

Kakashi took on missions like grinding orders, completing them at lightning speed. Almost no one in the ANBU could compare to him.

Unsurprisingly, Sunny Day was completely infuriated, his face flushing red as he said, "You're just blindly spouting nonsense here simply because you stumbled into some achievements!"

"What the hell Silver Lightning, have the guts to get in the ring with me, and I'll teach you what respect for elders is all about."

A cold smirk curled the corner of Kakashi's mouth. Wasn't the fish taking the bait right now?

"That wouldn't be very good. What if I accidentally hurt the senior in the ring? If the senior's age means he gets hurt too heavily, perhaps he'd be forced into retirement. Better not."

Kakashi wore an expression of I'm-doing-this-for-your-own-good, which made Sunny Day burn with rage.

"What, are you afraid? You're just all show and no substance!" Sunny Day clamored.

Kakashi shook his head. "Sigh, since Captain Sunny Day has such high spirits, I have no choice but to accompany you. However, I hope Captain Sunny Day won't take it too hard later if he loses too miserably."

Seeing Kakashi agree, Sunny Day flashed onto the sparring ring's stage, terrified that Kakashi might go back on his word.

"Heh, naturally. Likewise, if I beat you black and blue, don't go crying to the Third Hokage, l-i-t-t-l-e b-o-y!"

"Fine, wait for me a second while I give a few instructions to my new team member," Kakashi said indifferently.

Sunny Day mocked, "Heh, no need to say too much. Just have him send you to the infirmary in a moment."

Paying no further attention to Sunny Day, this guy was already as good as useless in Kakashi's eyes.

Kakashi walked over to Itachi Uchiha and, amidst his astonished gaze, wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Itachi Uchiha loathed physical contact with anyone other than his younger brother Sasuke, but thinking that the person before him had just stood up for him, he had no choice but to let Kakashi put his arm up.

Kakashi murmured a few words into Itachi's ear. Itachi looked at Kakashi with some surprise, and after hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"So then, come on!"

Kakashi leapt onto the stage, drew his short blade with a reverse grip, and slowly pulled back his forehead protector.

"Done leaving your final words?"

Sunny Day sneered as he fetched two flying sickles from the side, slowly spinning them in his hands.

As soon as Kakashi stepped onto the stage, Sunny Day's eyes only looked at Kakashi's body, avoiding his Sharingan.

How to fight the Uchiha Clan was a mandatory course in the ANBU, and every member knew what to do. After all, this clan had always been the ANBU's hypothetical enemy.

The flying sickles spun faster and faster in his hands. Sunny Day made his move, and one sickle flew straight toward Kakashi.

Kakashi twisted his body to dodge the sickle, closed the distance to counter, and pressed forward while taking advantage of Sunny Day's inability to quickly retract the weapon.

Sunny Day swiftly yanked the iron chain on the flying sickle while the other sickle met the rapidly advancing Kakashi.

"Clang!"

Kakashi's White Fang met the flying sickle, and with a swipe of his short blade, he deflected the weapon to the side.

Sunny Day remained unhurried. With slight movements of his hands, the other flying sickle had already been retracted and looped back in a tricky arc toward Kakashi's back.

Kakashi leaped up and dodged the strike.

"Caught in the trap!" Sunny Day was ecstatic.

The reason he left Kakashi an angle to dodge was precisely to back him into the air.

Seizing the opportunity, Sunny Day made two iron chains dance rapidly in the air as the two sickles took turns attacking Kakashi.

Quick-witted and agile-footed, Kakashi stepped right onto a flying sickle and performed a backflip, attempting to descend.

Who would have thought that after the two flying sickles collided in mid-air, they would weirdly change direction and attack Kakashi once more, one after the other.

Not only that, the two iron chains spun and crossed, assaulting Kakashi.

Wind Release: Gale Dance!

Kakashi clapped his hands together, generating a blast of air that blew the iron chains aside. At the exact same time, Kakashi landed on the ring by the narrowest of margins.

"Playing Wind Release with me? Showing off your meager skills before an expert!"

He knew that Sunny Day's signature skill was Wind Release!

Sunny Day sneered as he used his ultimate move. Countless wailing souls had perished under this technique.

Wind Release: Nine Sickle!

Rampant wind-style chakra rapidly gathered in the air, forming seven wind blades resembling sickles.

The nine sickles whistled as they assaulted Kakashi, completely sealing him in without the slightest bit of room to dodge.

"Heh, Silver Lightning?"

"Today I'll let you know how I earned the moniker 'Bloodthirsty Sickle'."

"Ah!" Kakashi had nowhere to hide. The sharp sickles slashed across his flesh, spurting out gushes of fresh blood.

Watching Kakashi collapse powerlessly into a pool of blood, Sunny Day felt a refreshing sensation in his chest, finally venting pent-up anger.

"As expected, he's just a sharp-tongued brat with this little strength. If not for the Third Hokage's excessive promotion, how could he possibly become a captain?"

Sunny Day squatted down to look at the hanging-by-a-thread Kakashi before him, gently patting his cheek. "Young man, be polite to your elders from now on, you understand?"

Yet was the reality truly like this?

The crowd below the stage only saw Sunny Day go up there, act as if he had gone mad shortly after, and start dancing and gesturing by himself in place while seemingly muttering under his breath, initiating hushed whispers.

"Damn it, is it a genjutsu? When?"