A crowd soon gathered around the training ground to watch. Hearing that Daisuke was going to compete against Uchiha Rìtiān in the Three Basic Jutsu, everyone grew interested.
"No way! That little brat who spends all day inventing things is taking on Daisuke? Daisuke has awakened his Sharingan!"
"I reckon Uchiha Rìtiān is bound to lose. How many days has he even been training?"
Amid the chatter, Daisuke shot Uchiha Rìtiān a smug glance. "Kid, there's still time to surrender. Just kowtow once, and we'll call it even."
Uchiha Rìtiān picked at his ear. "We don't know who's winning or losing yet. So, how are we doing this?"
"Best of three. One round each for the Clone Technique, Substitution Technique, and Transformation Technique." Daisuke sneered. "Itachi will judge. Any objections?"
Itachi nodded expressionlessly.
The first round: the Clone Technique.
At Itachi's signal, Daisuke immediately formed hand seals. With five pops, he created five clones, making six of him including the original. The spectators gasped in admiration.
Uchiha Rìtiān formed his hand seals leisurely, so slowly that he looked like a crawling snail, drawing laughter from the crowd.
"Those hand seals are way too slow! Even my grandma's faster!"
Daisuke rocked with laughter. "You're taking me on with skills like that? Go home and suckle!"
Uchiha Rìtiān ignored him. Finishing his seals, he gave a quiet shout, and with a pop-he created one clone.
Just one.
The whole crowd fell silent for three seconds, then erupted into even louder laughter.
"One? Hahaha, you're killing me!"
Daisuke slapped his thigh. "Kid, are you here to tell jokes?"
Uchiha Rìtiān smiled slightly and snapped his fingers.
The next second, his lone clone moved, walking to the center of the training ground and beginning to form hand seals-
"Clone Technique!"
Pop! Another clone appeared!
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
A clone of a clone? How was that possible?!
Ordinary clones were merely illusions and couldn't use ninjutsu at all, yet Uchiha Rìtiān's clone could actually create another clone?
Daisuke's mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg. "That... that's impossible! You cheated!"
Uchiha Rìtiān looked innocent. "The rules only said we were competing in the Clone Technique. They never said clones couldn't use it. Itachi, did I win?"
Itachi frowned and observed for a moment before nodding. "The rules didn't prohibit it, and his clones are of higher quality. Uchiha Rìtiān wins this round."
Daisuke's face flushed bright red, but he didn't dare argue because of Itachi's status. He could only spit out, "You got lucky! The Substitution Technique is next. Let's see what tricks you can pull then!"
The second round: the Substitution Technique. The rules were simple: whoever hit the other with a wooden sword won.
Gripping his wooden sword, Daisuke charged viciously. With a flourish, he thrust straight at Uchiha Rìtiān's chest.
Just as the sword was about to strike-pop! White smoke rose, and Uchiha Rìtiān became a stone.
The Substitution Technique!
Daisuke whipped around, but there was nobody behind him. Where had he gone?
"Hey, up here."
A voice came from overhead. Daisuke looked up and saw Uchiha Rìtiān sitting on a branch of a nearby tree, swinging his legs and grinning down at him.
The crowd: "..."
He had substituted himself up into a tree? What kind of wild move was that?!
Uchiha Rìtiān jumped down from the tree and clapped his hands. "Well, Daisuke? You lost again."
Daisuke trembled with rage. "There's still one last round! The Transformation Technique! I don't believe you can win again!"
The third round: the Transformation Technique. Whoever produced the closer likeness would win.
After a moment's thought, Daisuke transformed into Uchiha Fugaku. With his imposing expression, he really did bear some resemblance, and the spectators nodded in approval.
"Not bad, Daisuke! Looks pretty convincing!"
Daisuke raised his chin smugly. "Your turn, kid!"
Uchiha Rìtiān chuckled. "Are you sure you want to see?"
"Quit blabbering! Get on with it!"
"All right." Uchiha Rìtiān formed a hand seal. With a pop, the white smoke dispersed-
The crowd fell silent for a second, then erupted into earthshaking laughter.
Uchiha Rìtiān had actually transformed into Daisuke! And a cross-eyed, drooling Daisuke with a moronic expression, at that!
"You... you bastard!" Daisuke's face turned green with rage.
Uchiha Rìtiān's version of Daisuke scratched his head and grinned stupidly. "What? Doesn't it look like you? I think it's exactly how you usually look."
"Hahaha!" Everyone rolled with laughter.
The corner of Itachi's mouth twitched. Suppressing his laughter, he announced, "Uchiha Rìtiān wins this round. He really did capture the defining features."
Daisuke: "..."
He wanted to argue, but that moronic version of Daisuke really was recognizable as him at a glance.
Uchiha Rìtiān released his transformation and grinned. "Best of three. I won. Come on, honor the wager. Kowtow and call me Grandpa three times."
Daisuke's face alternated between green and white. Kowtow and call him Grandpa? How would he ever show his face in the clan again?
"What? Trying to back out?" Uchiha Rìtiān raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you pretty cocky earlier? You've completely disgraced the Uchiha."
The spectators chimed in. "Exactly. If you agree to a bet, you have to accept losing."
Unable to bear the humiliation, Daisuke glared at Uchiha Rìtiān through gritted teeth. "Just you wait, kid! This isn't over!"
With that, he turned and ran, and his few lackeys hurried away too.
Uchiha Rìtiān curled his lip. "Tch. Don't play if you can't handle losing."
Itachi walked over and looked at Uchiha Rìtiān with a complicated gaze. "You did that on purpose?"
Uchiha Rìtiān looked innocent. "Did what on purpose? I was just messing around with the transformation."
Itachi: "..."
He didn't believe that for a second. His younger cousin might look all smiles and jokes, but he had more tricks up his sleeve than anyone, and his abilities definitely weren't as simple as they appeared.
He really was a dangerous fellow.
Uchiha Rìtiān didn't care what Itachi thought. He was in a wonderful mood.
Just then, the system notification sounded:
[Ding! Host's first successful display of showing off and putting someone in their place detected. Rewards:] [1. Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique (proficient level)] [2. Sharingan proficiency +10%] [3. Show-off points +100 (can be used to shop in the system store)]
Uchiha Rìtiān's eyes lit up.
Holy shit, I get rewards for showing off too? Doesn't that mean I can show off my way to the top of life?
Hehehe...
He gave an "evil" smile.
Beside him, Itachi shuddered for no apparent reason.
Somehow... it feels like something bad is about to happen.
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