The students watched in silent horror as
Obito Uchiha
, in a blind fury, lunged at
Youyu
with a kunai.
Youyu, lazily gripping the hilt of his sheathed sword, blinked at the incoming attack.
Hideichi Tanaka
felt his heart
stop.
It wasn't just that Obito had attacked Youyu—it was
how
he did it.
Head-on. Blindly.
Like an idiot.
If
Kakashi Hatake
, who had inherited the
legendary swordsmanship of Konoha's White Fang
, had been
beaten into the ground
by Youyu, what chance did Obito have?
None.
Not a single person in the crowd thought Obito would survive unscathed.
Even the
elite Jōnin
, hidden around the training grounds,
tensed
, ready to intervene the moment Youyu's blade left its sheath.
"Youyu—"
Tanaka's voice barely left his lips before—
SHING!
The unmistakable sound of a blade slicing through the air rang across the field.
Obito froze mid-stride.
The kunai
slipped from his grasp.
His breath caught in his throat as his eyes darted down.
His
clothes
had been
shredded.
Every piece of fabric, from his sleeves to his pant legs, had been
neatly cut away
, leaving only the most
critical
area covered.
The class
stared.
Obito looked down at himself, blinking in
absolute shock.
And then—
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Obito let out an
ear-piercing scream
, covering himself before bolting across the field like his life depended on it.
The sound of his terrified wailing echoed through the training grounds.
Tanaka
covered his face with his hands.
Kakashi, who had rushed in expecting to stop Youyu from outright
killing
Obito,
stopped mid-step, dumbfounded.
The
entire class
, frozen for what felt like an eternity, finally burst into
unrestrained laughter.
"That idiot—"
"—got completely stripped!"
"I-I can't breathe!"
Even
Kurenai Yuhi
and
Rin Nohara
, who had initially been worried, found themselves struggling
not to laugh
.
Meanwhile, Youyu took another
long
sip of sake.
"Huh. Thought I cut deeper," he muttered under his breath, before turning back to his drink.
But in that moment—
Ding!
The master has humiliated an 'important person' while drunk!
Kendo Comprehension +100!
Reward: 'Listening to the Breathing of All Things' (Steel-Slashing Realm)!
Youyu squinted at the sudden system notification.
"+100? Who did I just cut?"
His slightly drunk mind struggled to recall.
"Oh, right. That guy... what was his name? Oba-something?"
Obito's fate, in Youyu's mind, was reduced to the status of a
random encounter
.
His concern for the situation?
Absolutely none.
Instead, Youyu reached for another drink. "Brain feels slow today. Gotta drink more to fix it."
Nearby, a young
Shisui Uchiha
—one of the Jōnin assigned to watch the test—
stared in shock.
For all his training, all his experience,
he hadn't even seen the blade move.
Not once.
And
he had the Sharingan.
"...This guy," Shisui murmured to himself, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
If Youyu wasn't drinking all the time, if he had actually trained properly—
just how strong would he be?
Before Shisui could think further, Kakashi
stepped forward
, resting his hand on the hilt of his
short sword
, a fire burning in his eyes.
"Youyu," he said, his voice steady, "I want a rematch."
Youyu blinked at him, his drunken grin widening.
"Oh? The little dwarf wants to get cut again?"
Kakashi
twitched
at the insult but held his ground.
He had trained harder than ever since their last fight. He refused to believe that the
gap
between them was still the same.
For years, he had been called a
genius
, but the first time they fought, Youyu had
utterly humiliated him.
Now, he was older. Stronger.
And this time, he wouldn't lose.
Tanaka, watching them both,
felt dread creep up his spine.
"Wait... WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!" he shouted, waving his hands.
Youyu tilted his head. "What?"
Kakashi narrowed his eyes. "Let's fight."
The tension
skyrocketed.
And this time,
everyone in the class knew—someone was about to get seriously hurt.