"Next match: Otsutsuki Yuya versus Chu Aotian."
The Chunin instructor glanced at the white sheet in his hand and announced the names.
"Now, would both students please step forward?"
As those words rang out, the crowd fell silent.
Everyone who had been stealing glances at Yuya now quieted down and watched him.
Dressed entirely in white, he stood apart from the crowd, peerless and alone. Merely standing there,
he had all but become the center of everyone's attention.
Even Chu Aotian had to admit that no amount of points added to his looks could ever let him compare.
But at that moment, his attention had already shifted elsewhere...
"Wait... what... what's his name?"
Chu Aotian blurted out, his face filled with terror.
"Toothpick, you don't even know Young Master Yuya?"
Kato Shinichi sneered. He was the leader of the three boys who had beaten Chu Aotian earlier.
One glance at Yuya had left him utterly awestruck,
and he had privately spun all sorts of theories about Yuya's identity, embellishing them with his own heroic fantasies.
Perhaps he was the young master of some secluded, powerful family, or a prince studying abroad.
He had even asked his father, only to be met with a deeply guarded expression.
That had only reinforced his suspicions.
Yuya's bearing was simply too extraordinary for anyone to ignore.
And so, he had already begun calling him that in private...
The pure malice and simple admiration of youth always seemed to coexist in a strange, inexplicable contradiction.
"Watch your fucking mouth."
Humiliated and furious, Chu Aotian flushed red all the way down his neck. That nickname touched on painful memories.
By now, his strength was already approaching that of a Genin,
so he was naturally unafraid of these boys.
He had considered going after them before, but