In the center of the field, Might Guy was warming up with absolute seriousness.
Every muscle in his body seemed to roar with "youth" and "vitality."
His gaze was intensely focused, blazing with fighting spirit, and his teeth gleamed as brightly as ever.
Across from him, Genya Uchiha looked far more "casual."
He leisurely loosened his wrists and ankles, rolled his neck, and occasionally performed a few simple stretches.
Yet the sharp gleam that flashed through his dark eyes, along with the faint smile hovering at his lips,
made everyone who knew him understand that he was not truly taking this match lightly.
Between stretches, he even nodded to Fugaku and Shisui, who had just arrived.
He cast teasing glances at Hinata, Kurenai, and Nami in the crowd, then dipped his head to the Third Hokage and the others in the stands, entirely at ease.
"Hey, isn't that kid Genya a little too relaxed?"
In the stands, Asuma spoke with a sour edge, a cigarette between his lips.
"That's what makes him so frightening,"
Genma Shiranui mumbled around the senbon between his teeth.
"Guy's already in combat mode, but Genya still looks like he's in his own backyard. Either he's supremely confident, or..."
"He's supremely confident."
Kurenai Yuhi finished for him, her tone carrying both resignation and pride.
Uchiha Fugaku and Shisui stood together, their expressions calm and their eyes fixed on the field.
They knew how terrifying Genya's taijutsu was-a near-instinctive prowess forged through countless real battles.
Guy's taijutsu was the pinnacle of effort and sweat, while Genya's was the perfect culmination of talent, bloodline, and the system's refinement.
This match would definitely be worth watching.
The Third Hokage narrowed his eyes and took a puff of smoke, thinking to himself.
*Good. I'll use this opportunity to see firsthand