Konoha: This Uchiha is extremely sneaky

Chapter 39 Battle

On this day... the ninjas finally remembered.

The fear of being dominated by those Uchiha.

And the humiliation he had suffered because of his incompetence and weakness.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a bleak autumn wind blew through the grove behind the ninja academy. Toshiro stood beside a mountain of flesh consisting of more than twenty people. The lines from that song, along with the stirring and exhilarating music, involuntarily echoed in his mind.

The mental stress from the long, tedious practice in recent years has vanished, leaving behind a sense of release and pleasure.

Uchiha Toshiro greatly admired the various transmigrators who had come before him, each of whom had been able to endure the arduous, hellish training day after day and even find joy in it.

He simply couldn't do it. From the very beginning of his training, he knew this wasn't the path for him. Not everyone can maintain youth and passion throughout their life like Matthias.

With no other option, he could only relieve his mood by playing games like Werewolf, Level Up, Hunting, or even participating in these kinds of children's "games" with his friends.

Suddenly, a soft "bang" was heard. Smoke dispersed from the spot.

A gentle breeze blew, revealing the scene within the smoke. A short-haired, sinister-looking boy appeared in the spot.

At its feet lay a wooden stake broken in two.

Just moments before, as Toshiro was lost in his own thoughts, the boy had silently crept up behind him. Suddenly unleashing a burst of chakra, he used the Body Flicker Technique to launch a textbook-perfect surprise attack.

"You've got some skills, no wonder you took care of those good-for-nothings so easily!"

[That was a fucking ruthless attack. If I hadn't sensed something was wrong and used my Substitution Jutsu, I would probably be lying on that mountain of flesh right now, completely unprepared!]

Just moments ago, while Toshiro was piling up the group of lower-grade kids, the upper-grade students were on the other side, ganging up on Uchiha Akane and beating Sarutobi Shinmura. Looking around at the situation, veins bulged on his forehead.

Although his side had a significant numerical advantage, they hadn't been able to defeat their opponents, while his own group of kids had all been knocked out. They were truly useless.

"Yan Jiu, take two men and deal with those brats over there!"

Left with no other choice, he could only spare a few men from his own group to clean up the mess left by those annoying brats. He should have known better than to bring them along; they were more trouble than they were worth.

It turns out that the students who got into the fight were divided into two groups. The older kids, aged four, five, and six (around nine to eleven), were in one group. The rest were the younger kids who had just started school. This was to balance the power.

With fewer people attacking him, Uchiha Akane finally breathed a sigh of relief and had time to look back at his surroundings.

At 11 years old, his strength was that of an ordinary genin, not necessarily a match for him. However, Sarutobi Shinmura, on the other side, was also a genius, neither too young nor too old. In addition, he had more helpers, and for a time, he was at a disadvantage.

"Everyone, pull yourselves together and take down these bastards! Don't let the brats in our clan look down on us!"

Seeing that Toshiro had finished the battle and even drawn away some of the fire, Akane breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a little ashamed and shouted loudly.

"Hmph! They're at their last gasp! What waves can a bunch of brats make?" Sarutobi Shinmura dismissed his old rival's taunts with disdain.

They assumed the other side was just making a last-ditch effort.

Looking at the three teenagers who were slowly walking towards him, forming an inverted triangle that surrounded him.

Toshiro, however, remained calm.

Instead, he placed one hand behind his back and slowly made hand gestures. At the same time, his eyes were fixed on his opponents, ready to respond to any attacks they might launch.

These guys are different from the group next to them; they're mostly fifth or sixth graders. They generally possess at least a Genin level of strength. If I'm not careful, I might get upset.

There was no time for Toshiro to come up with a solution.

The small, agile opponent on the left and the ordinary-looking guy on the right attacked him simultaneously from both sides. The sinister-looking boy in the middle then slowly stepped forward, exuding an air of absolute confidence.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Toshiro showed no sign of tension. As the tall, thin man on the left approached, he suddenly formed hand seals, unleashed a burst of chakra from his feet, and vanished from his spot in an instant.

"What a fast teleportation technique!"

"The hand seals are formed so quickly!"

Ignoring the exclamations of the two people in front of him, he appeared behind the sinister-looking youth. Without hesitation, he delivered a sweeping kick to the youth's lower back.

The incident happened suddenly, and the sinister young man was unable to block it in time.

However, Toshiro felt something was wrong when he kicked the target.

"Bang!"

With a soft thud, the smoke dissipated, leaving behind a wooden stake broken into three pieces. The situation was exactly the same as when he had just been attacked.

Just then, above Toshiro's head, a figure was rapidly descending. He had one leg bent at the knee, forming a spike-like shape.

Using gravity, it attacked Toshiro's upper body.

"puff"

As the smoke cleared, it turned out that what had been attacked was merely a clone that remained in place. Toshiro had used the smoke created by the boy's Substitution Jutsu to transform into a piece of wood and hide in place. He then created another clone to confuse his opponent.

"Bang"

With a deafening roar, the sinister boy's gravity spike not only shattered the clone, but the ground itself trembled and shattered violently from the chakra he had gathered at his knees.

[Damn it! It's just a fight between classmates, why are you so ruthless! What deep-seated grudge do you have? If that hit had landed squarely, you'd have broken at least two or three ribs!]

Since you've been so ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless in return!

Taking advantage of the boy's brief moment of paralysis due to the violent impact with the ground, one of the three broken wooden stakes left behind by his Stand technique suddenly transformed into Toshiro's appearance.

A powerful, charged uppercut struck the sinister-looking youth in the chin, sending him flying. This confirmed that the one flying through the air was the real person, not a clone or substitute.

Toshiro crouched slightly, unleashing a powerful burst of chakra with his legs, and leaped towards the boy in the sky. Using the momentum of his upward leap, he kicked the boy several times, sending him soaring even higher into the sky.

Just as the boy's upward momentum reached its peak, she grabbed his fluttering sash, pulled his wrist to make him parallel to her, twisted her waist, and raised her leg in a tomahawk kick, bringing it crashing down heavily on the boy's abdomen.

(End of this chapter)