Konoha Light

On the other side of the training ground, Asuma's face turned red with embarrassment as his companion gave him a strange look. 

"You said that guy was as strong as you, but Shimizu just took him down in an instant… So usually, during fights, does Shimizu just go easy on you?" 

Asuma's face flushed with anger as he retorted, "How was I supposed to know that idiot would fall for an illusion technique of all things?!" 

The mute student beside them weakly interjected, "Shimizu is a medical ninja. Isn't it normal for him to know illusion techniques?" 

Asuma and the red-haired student exchanged glances before awkwardly smiling. "Wait… isn't illusion technique mastery kind of basic knowledge for medical ninjas?" 

Meanwhile, on the upper floors of the school building, where spectators had gathered to watch the spectacle, many students were dumbfounded. 

"Wait, that's it? It's over already?"

"Did they just play us?"

"Seriously? He's from the Uchiha Clan, and he got taken out in seconds by a simple illusion?"

"Yeah, but… wait a second, are you calling that an average person?" 

Among the crowd, a few third-year students who had previously looked down on the fight now wore uneasy expressions. 

"We're lucky that idiot Zhihui took the hit. That first-year kid is a complete monster!"

"Yeah, Zhihui is strong, but he got taken out instantly by an illusion technique!" 

"I don't care if he's our senior; from now on, let's just pretend we don't know him." 

"Agreed. Let's not get dragged into this mess." 

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On the battlefield, Shimizu withdrew his stance, smiling gently. 

"Zhihui, don't forget your promise. You should hurry back to class before you're late." 

Zhihui stood frozen, eyes clouded with frustration. He had lost—badly. And worst of all, Shimizu didn't even seem to care about the fight. The murmurs of ridicule from the surrounding students made his blood boil. 

"You bastard… don't look down on me!" 

At that moment, a change occurred. The air grew tense as a single crimson tomoe spun into existence within Zhihui's right eye. 

"A Sharingan…?" Shimizu muttered, genuinely surprised. 

For a moment, he was taken aback. Awakening a Sharingan at just eight years old, even if it was only in one eye, was an impressive feat. It surpassed even Sasuke Uchiha's talent, who had only awakened his Sharingan under extreme emotional distress when his entire clan was massacred. 

The stronger the emotions, the greater the talent… Shimizu sighed inwardly before smiling lightly. 

"Is there something else,Zhihui?" 

Zhihui clenched his fists. He had already lost once, but now his power had finally awakened. He couldn't just back down! His eyes darted to his so-called "companions"—the same ones who had abandoned him earlier, making ridiculous excuses about family matters and toilet paper sales. They were watching him now, amused at his failure. 

His anger burned. But then, an idea struck him. 

"Fine, I'll uphold our agreement," Zhihui declared. "I'll apologize to all the students I bullied. But let's raise the stakes." 

Shimizu hesitated before asking cautiously, "What do you have in mind?" 

Zhihui smirked. *He took the bait.* 

"We fight again," Zhihui said, eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. "But this time, regardless of who wins or loses, I will personally round up my gang and make them apologize to the students they've bullied." 

The spectators erupted in whispers. 

"Wait… this first-year is actually fighting for us?" 

"That's so noble! He doesn't even know us, but he's standing up for us!" 

"I'm staying back a year—I need to join his class!" 

Meanwhile, the third-year bullies who had been watching from the crowd turned pale. 

"This idiot! He just sold us out!" 

"That's it! We're screwed!" 

Shimizu pondered for a moment, then nodded seriously. "Alright. Since it's for everyone's sake, I accept." 

Zhihui twitched in frustration. He had expected Shimizu to hesitate or show fear, but instead, he remained composed. 

"Damn it! I awakened the Sharingan! Can't he at least show some respect?!" 

Suppressing his anger, Zhihui took a deep breath and declared, "Get ready—I'm coming at you!" 

Reaching for his weapon pouch, he hesitated for just a moment—his mind flashing back to the illusion he had fallen victim to earlier. Instinctively, his fingers wrapped around a kunai instead of shuriken. 

---

A flurry of thrown kunai shot toward Shimizu, but he deflected them effortlessly, knocking away each one with expert precision. 

"Impossible… He deflected every blade?" Zhihui's eyes widened in disbelief. "Even with my Sharingan, I couldn't achieve that level of accuracy!" 

Shimizu stood firm, calmly flicking away the last kunai with a precise motion. 

"Wait… but my last attack…" 

With growing dread, Zhihui realized that even his hidden strike—his second kunai concealed in the shadow of the first—had been blocked. 

A sharp metallic *clang* rang out as the final kunai fell to the ground. 

Seeing this, Zhihui's expression turned blank. 

"Hehe… I see now. A dream is really just a dream, huh?" 

But before he could react further, a sudden gust of air whistled past his ear. 

*Whoosh!* 

"Wait… No! I forgot—he uses chakra to manipulate weapons!" 

Acting on instinct, Zhihui dodged left, avoiding the thrown sword by a hair's breadth. But from above, a second attack rained down. 

"Too fast!" 

His Sharingan whirred to life, slowing the world around him as he desperately parried the incoming strikes. 

The spectators watched in stunned silence. 

"That… that Sharingan is insane!" 

"Yeah, he was completely outclassed before, but now he's actually keeping up!" 

"This is like a cheat code!" 

"Well, that's the Uchiha Clan for you!" 

Zhihui, now fully immersed in battle, smirked. 

"This… This is the true power of the Sharingan!"