Might Guy stepped out from the crowd, tears streaming down his face as he clenched his fists.
“Aomizu-kun, this is your burning Youth!” “Please forgive me!
I was actually so rude before as to think you had lost your resolve to become a ninja…
It turns out you have been training in secret all this time, reaching such heights of strength while staying so humble…” “Meanwhile, I lost myself in short-term results and even wanted to apply for early graduation this year…
Yet you, Aomizu-kun, have quietly honed yourself in the Academy for five years, and can even resist the Genjutsu of the Sharingan through sheer willpower!” “Please face me with all your strength, Aomizu-kun!
Let me feel the taste of your Youth through your power and resolve!” Might Guy’s expression was a spectacle in itself.
It held excitement, remorse, exhilaration, shame…
Ikaku Umino silently carried the unconscious Obito Uchiha to the side, looking at Might Guy with a mix of relief and emotion.
After Aomizu demonstrated his exquisite Water Style…
When he declared he would choose a third opponent, almost everyone present instinctively shrank back, their gazes averting.
No one dared to look Aomizu in the eye.
Only Might Guy.
He saw Aomizu’s power, and though he was shocked at first, he grew increasingly excited, finally deciding with absolute resolve to challenge him!
“There’s no need to say that, Guy.” Aomizu put away his smile and said solemnly to the still-weeping Might Guy, “Everyone’s path of cultivation is different.
You might think my low-profile approach is the better choice, but you don’t know my thoughts…” “Every time I see you striving and working so hard, I am deeply inspired to train even harder…” “My low profile is just a matter of personality, but I actually prefer your fiery passion, Guy.
Your presence inspires many lost classmates, helping them stop agonizing over their lack of talent and instead strive to be the best they can be…” “Guy, on this journey, I have to thank you for always encouraging me.” “Today, let us have a hearty, unreserved battle!” Aomizu’s expression turned serious as he assumed the traditional Senju-style Taijutsu starting stance.
After hearing Aomizu’s words, Might Guy’s tears burst like a broken dam, pouring down his face.
His heart was filled with unspeakable joy.
Walking this path while enduring constant rumors and gossip, Might Guy had had his share of self-doubt.
It was only his father, Might Duy, acting as his rock, who had supported him to this point.
Yet today, Aomizu, who had easily swept the entire field, openly stated in front of everyone that he had been inspired by Might Guy’s hard work, showing absolute respect and approval…
This was recognition of his Nindo from a top-tier Uchiha genius!
“Aomizu-kun, you…” Might Guy’s tears became completely uncontrollable.
He recalled how Aomizu had always supported him, never minding the bizarre outfits or exaggerated poses that made others turn away, always giving him a thumbs-up…
*So, Aomizu-kun has always been inspired by me, just as he has always encouraged me?* A wondrous sense of destiny and warmth flooded Might Guy’s heart.
“Come, Guy!
This is our first battle, so give it everything you’ve got!” Aomizu’s voice rang out, his eyes filled with encouragement.
“Right, right…” Might Guy forced back his tears, rubbed his face hard, and took the Konoha-style Taijutsu starting stance.
“I’ll give it my all, Aomizu!” Aomizu nodded.
In the next instant, Aomizu’s body shifted.
His abundant physical power propelled him forward with incredible speed, charging straight at Might Guy.
Might Guy did the same.
His day-and-night self-imposed training regime had given him a staggering physical boost.
*Bam!* Two powerful whip kicks clashed.
The roar of colliding muscle echoed through the field, as if generating a silent shockwave!
A hint of astonishment flashed in Might Guy’s eyes.
He was hardworking, but he was also proud.
As a self-proclaimed genius of hard work, he didn’t believe any of his peers in Konoha could match his strength.
But in that brief clash, Might Guy had to admit: Aomizu’s strength was significantly greater than his…
This was thanks to his perfected Uchiha lineage and the incomplete Sage Body inherited from Tobirama Senju.
Aomizu’s base strength was exceptionally powerful.
Furthermore, the “Essentials of Anti-Uchiha Taijutsu” had granted him a portion of Tobirama Senju’s Taijutsu experience.
Might Guy made a split-second decision.
He retracted his leg, using Aomizu’s counterforce to bend low.
Having dodged the kick, he seized the opening to launch a fierce low sweep at Aomizu!
“Leaf Great Whirlwind!” Behind what appeared to be Aomizu’s jet-black eyes, his Two-Tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly.
Thanks to the Sharingan’s extraordinary dynamic vision, Might Guy’s agile movements seemed to unfold in slow motion.
Anticipating the move, Aomizu leaped into the air.
With Chakra wrapping his fist, he used the momentum of his descent to throw a crushing punch down toward the top of Might Guy’s head!
Relying on beast-like instincts, Might Guy rolled sideways without a care for his posture, barely dodging the fist!
*Boom!* The heavy fist slammed down, shattering the stone tiles within a one-meter radius and kicking up a cloud of dust.
The Academy students watched in a daze, the same thought crossing all of their minds: *Why didn’t a monster like this apply for early graduation instead of staying in the Academy all this time?* “If that punch hit a body, it would definitely snap a person in half, right?” At this moment, many eyes drifted toward Kakashi…
Could this universally acknowledged number-one genius of Konoha defeat Aomizu?
Aomizu smiled, willingly dispersing the Chakra from his hand.
He skillfully utilized Senju-style Taijutsu techniques, locking in a fierce battle with Might Guy.
The two clashed fist-to-flesh, executing various techniques with exhilarating intensity.
Ikaku Umino watched this scene with appreciation.
To be honest, though he was an experienced Chunin, he really couldn’t match either of these two students in terms of pure Taijutsu.
Meanwhile, Kakashi’s brow was already furrowed.
Had the dead-last who used to pester him grown to such a level?
And as for Aomizu, he was an existence Kakashi couldn’t read at all.
Having long surpassed his peers, Kakashi felt his long-dormant competitive spirit stir for the first time in ages…
After a final, all-out clash of kicks, Might Guy panted heavily, clutching his thigh as he collapsed to the ground.
He had a cramp…
To keep up with Aomizu, he had to push his muscles to their absolute limits.
No matter how hard Might Guy worked, the flower of sweat and effort of a seven-year-old could not yet match the brilliant luster of a Sage Body.
“Aomizu-kun…” “Guy, just call me Aomizu.” Aomizu smiled, making no mention of victory or defeat.
A soft green glow enveloped his hand as he placed it on Guy’s leg.