Obito, This Ninja Academy, Just as You Wished!

Obito panted heavily, with grease still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

Gang Ziyun's expression darkened, his pen hovering in midair.

Did Obito really think such a lousy, overused excuse could fool a Chunin instructor?

He was about to berate him when his gaze froze on the bamboo basket in Obito's hands.

Red bean cakes, grilled rice cakes, tempura, saury, scallions, fried dough sticks, apples, a pot of soy milk...

The variety was absurdly extensive. No single shop in Konoha could possibly have put all that together.

Gang Ziyun swallowed, forcing the reprimand back down.

His mind raced as he swiftly talked himself into an explanation.

A child of the Uchiha Clan was incomparably proud. He would never do something as disgraceful as shy away from battle.

The only explanation was that this brat had put himself through unimaginable training in Taijutsu!

Even his food was so varied. He had to be replenishing the calories he burned at an extreme rate!

Otherwise, how could anyone explain that absurd errand-running speed?

What a deeply hidden Uchiha Taijutsu monster!

Gang Ziyun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger as anticipation filled his eyes.

"Put your things down and get in line! Obito versus Might Guy!"

"Prepare to begin."

Obito set the bamboo basket at the edge of the field and strode to the center.

His heartbeat quickened as he secretly touched his eye sockets.

After waiting so long, it was finally time to show off his real skills!

Obito struck what he considered an outrageously handsome opening stance.

His left hand was clenched at his waist, his right palm extended forward, and his chin tilted up at precisely forty-five degrees.

With his back to Might Guy, he struck what he considered an earth-shatteringly handsome opening stance.

Backlighting, a gentle breeze, hair fluttering.

Perfect.

Just then, a crisp female voice rang out from the sidelines.

"Obito, go!"

Rin Nohara cupped her hands around her mouth and called out to him with a smile.

Those four words were like an Explosive Tag detonating right in Obito's face, blasting straight through his mind.

Obito's brain immediately crashed.

He stiffly turned his head and saw Rin, smiling brightly and full of life.

But in the next instant, the ghastly female ghost standing at the foot of his bed last night overwhelmed reality.

A headless torso, a bloody hole through the chest.

The head rolling on the ground, along with those two dark-ringed eyes that refused to close.

Obito's eyes instantly reddened, and his nose stung violently.

The despair and terror of losing his beloved surged through him once more.

He completely ignored Might Guy before him. His fists clenched with cracking sounds as he stared at Rin Nohara by the field with a face full of devotion and tragedy.

No matter what happened.

Even if I am crushed to pieces, even if the entire world stands against me.

I will never let anyone hurt even a single hair on your head!

That ultimate self-induced emotion elevated Obito's entire being.

He was completely immersed in his vow, to the point that even the flow of air around him seemed to slow.

"Begin!"

Gang Ziyun swung his arm down hard.

"The Roar of Youth!!!"

Might Guy, who had been holding it in all morning, roared as his Chakra erupted.

His green figure became a bolt of lightning, leaving an afterimage across the muddy ground.

Guy leaped into the air, his right leg carrying a thunderous howl as he launched a flying kick straight at the center of the field.

The watching students held their breath, staring intently at Obito.

They desperately wanted to see what kind of dazzling desperate counterattack this Uchiha genius—whom even Instructor Gang Ziyun had quietly anticipated—would deliver.

No counterattack came.

Obito's "Sharingan cool-guy script" did not even get a chance to begin.

He had not even turned his head, still maintaining that tender pose of gazing up at Rin Nohara at a forty-five-degree angle.

Bang!!!

A dull impact of flesh against flesh made everyone's teeth ache.

Guy's size forty-two foot landed solidly and precisely on Obito's right cheek.

Obito's facial muscles twisted violently under the tremendous force, squeezing his features into a mess.

His entire body traced a graceful parabola through the air, flipping two and a half times.

Then, with a splat, he slid three full meters across the dirt in a textbook face-plant.

Dust flew everywhere.

Obito lay sprawled on the ground, his limbs spread wide and his eyes rolled back.

A huge shoe print covered his right cheek, while a glistening thread of drool hung from the corner of his mouth.

He did not even groan before passing out completely on the spot.

The wind swept across the Training Ground, carrying a dead leaf with it.

Everyone's jaws practically shattered on the ground.

They had imagined countless magnificent battle scenes involving the Uchiha Clan.

But they had never expected it to end so hastily, and with such absurd comedic flair.

An instant defeat.

An instant defeat where a civilian dead last kicked him out of commission with one foot.

Three seconds later.

"Th-that's it?"

Ye stood at the edge of the field with his arms folded, looking at the lump of mud in the dirt and shaking his head speechlessly.

Sure enough, being an idiot and love-brained was the greatest debuff for a ninja.

[ Ding! Guard-Break Points from Obito Uchiha: +66! ]

[ Ding! Guard-Break Points from Obito Uchiha: +444! ]

In the final one-tenth of a second before passing out, that brat had clearly realized that his dream of looking cool had been smashed to pieces.

Breaking his guard even while unconscious was a skill in itself.

Still, the Ninja Academy had indeed erupted because of Obito Uchiha's name today.

Ye muttered to himself, "Obito, this Ninja Academy... just as you wished..."

Gang Ziyun covered his face in agony.

His fingers dug deeply into his hair.

He had actually embellished that dead last in his head and even developed expectations for him. This was practically the greatest stain of his ninja career.

"Obito, zero points. Next group!"

Gang Ziyun roared through gritted teeth.

Rin ran anxiously onto the field and, together with two medical ninja, carried the unconscious Obito onto a stretcher and rushed him to the infirmary.

Obito had lowered everyone's expectations for the Uchiha Clan, but the battles that followed quickly polished the Uchiha name back to a shine.

Uchiha Tekka stepped onto the field.

His face was stern, and his movements were clean and decisive.

Three exchanges, followed by a flawless combo.

He pinned a branch family member of the Hyuga Clan firmly to the ground, never giving his opponent the chance to activate the Byakugan and counterattack, before finishing with a side kick.

Next came Uchiha Naraku versus Asuma Sarutobi.

Asuma stood in the center of the field with a bandage on his face.

Though he was the Hokage's son and had a solid foundation, his legs could not stop trembling. His muscles clearly had not fully recovered.

"Begin!"

Naraku pushed off the ground and charged straight at him.

Asuma rapidly formed hand seals, preparing to use a small Fire Release to create distance.

However, before he could adjust himself, Naraku feinted.

A Body Flicker Technique, followed by a sweeping kick, sent Asuma sprawling to the ground.

The entire field erupted with astonishment at the Uchiha Clan's raw strength.

Two consecutive clean victories ignited the crowd.

This was the true foundation of the Shinobi World's foremost elite clan.

Gang Ziyun nodded, and much of the frustration in his heart dissipated.

He picked up his pen and crossed out Asuma's name on the roster.

His gaze moved downward. Only the last two names remained.

Kakashi Hatake.

Uchiha Ye.

Gang Ziyun's fingers suddenly froze.

He abruptly looked up, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two ends of the Training Ground.

On the left, Kakashi stood with bandages wrapped around his legs, leaning expressionlessly against a tree trunk and radiating an icy aura.

On the right, Ye had his hands in his pockets, that spine-chilling yet harmless smile resting at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Ye, Gang Ziyun's facial muscles began twitching wildly, his expression gradually settling into one of extreme constipation.