Naruto: Konoha's Psychic

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With the matter settled, Hayate stepped forward to address the candidates, his raspy voice breaking the tension. "Now that you've all decided to participate, direct your attention to the screen," he said, gesturing to the large monitor behind him.

The screen flickered to life, capturing everyone's attention. "Your opponents will be displayed here," Hayate continued. "But keep one thing in mind: there are 21 candidates remaining. This means one of you may end up fighting two opponents. Whoever that is…" He gave a small, almost apologetic shrug. "It's simply bad luck."

A wave of murmurs swept through the candidates as they exchanged uneasy glances. None of them wanted to be the one burdened with such a disadvantage.

Finally, the first matchup appeared, glowing in bold letters:

Sasuke Uchiha vs. Yoroi Akado.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to Sasuke. His expression was unreadable, but his clenched fists and steady gaze made one thing clear—he was ready.

The remaining candidates moved to the balconies flanking the hall, lining up on the right and left sides to watch the fight. All eyes were on Sasuke and Yoroi as they remained in the arena.

Hayate raised his hand, his raspy voice cutting through the tension. "Begin!"

The fight started immediately, and it was fierce. Yoroi attacked with his chakra-draining technique, aiming to sap Sasuke's strength, and Sasuke, who had been given the curse mark by Orochimaru, was indeed at a disadvantage. The two clashed in a flurry of blows, their movements a blur as the sound of their strikes echoed through the hall.

But as the fight progressed, Sasuke began to take control. His movements became sharper, more fluid, and strikingly familiar to one observer in particular—Rock Lee.

Lee's eyes widened in surprise as he watched Sasuke perform the same taijutsu techniques Lee himself had used against him just a week earlier. Sasuke's movements, though slightly unrefined, mirrored Lee's signature style with uncanny accuracy.

He copied me, Lee thought, his shock giving way to unease. His fists clenched tightly as he continued to watch. I've spent years mastering these movements, pouring my sweat and blood into perfecting them. And yet, with just one encounter… His gaze hardened as the reality sank in. Sasuke was able to replicate them with his Sharingan.

Though Sasuke's execution wasn't perfect, Lee understood what it meant—it was only a matter of time before Sasuke fully mastered the techniques.

In the end, Sasuke delivered a decisive blow, knocking Yoroi to the ground and securing his victory. The room erupted in murmurs, but Sasuke paid no attention to the noise. His expression was stoic as he turned and walked toward Kakashi, who was waiting at the edge of the arena.

Kakashi placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder, guiding him toward the exit. "Come," Kakashi said calmly. "We need to deal with the curse mark."

Without a word, Sasuke followed his teacher, his gaze focused and unwavering. The two left the arena together, heading to a secure location where Kakashi would attempt to suppress the curse mark left by Orochimaru.

The preliminary matches continued, and soon it was time for the third match. All eyes turned to the screen as two names appeared in bold letters:

Inoiki Yamanaka vs. Kankuro.

From the inner balcony, Inoiki descended slowly, his bandaged body a stark contrast to the confident aura he exuded. Across the hall, Kankuro stepped down as well, his usual smugness evident in the way he carried himself.

As they faced off in the arena, Kankuro's gaze swept over Inoiki's battered form. His mocking smirk widened, and his tone dripped with disdain. "You're broken all over," he sneered. "Go get some treatment. You're not worthy to fight me. Just give up—you're not my opponent."

Inoiki's expression remained calm, unaffected by Kankuro's taunts. His voice was steady as he replied, "You're right. I'm broken, seriously injured." His tone then sharpened, his eyes narrowing. "But even in this state, I'm more than enough to deal with a weakling like you."

As the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Inoiki's hair began to lift, seemingly weightless, and a radiant sky-blue light enveloped his body. It was the unmistakable aura of his Psychokinesis.

Kankuro's smirk faltered, replaced by a flash of irritation and unease. "You'll regret saying that," he growled, but before he could react, his body jerked unnaturally.

In an instant, Kankuro's right arm twisted violently, snapping with a sickening crack. His left arm followed suit, contorting grotesquely, and his legs twisted until they bent at impossible angles. His head tilted unnaturally to one side, then spun completely, the motions horrific and inhuman. Finally, his limbs and torso separated entirely, each piece falling to the ground with a metallic clatter.

Gasps filled the hall as the spectators stared, horrified by the sight. Several girls in the balconies covered their eyes, unable to watch. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, the initial shock giving way to confusion.

It was then that the truth became clear—scattered across the arena floor were mechanical parts, not flesh and blood. The twisted remains were not Kankuro's body but his puppet.

Inoiki, still surrounded by the glowing aura of his Psychokinesis, hovered a sharp, knife-like tool that had emerged from the puppet's remains. With precision, he guided the blade toward the bandaged object Kankuro had carried into the arena. The knife sliced through the wrappings cleanly, revealing Kankuro's true body, crouched and hiding within the concealed puppet.

Everything became clear in an instant. The body that had first appeared in the arena was nothing more than Kankuro's puppet. Meanwhile, Kankuro himself had been hiding under the bandages, pretending to be a lifeless object. It was a clever trick—one that had likely worked countless times before.

But against Inoiki, it hadn't even lasted a minute.

The moment the fight began, Inoiki's Psychokinesis had torn through Kankuro's puppet with ease, dismantling its limbs and exposing the hidden shinobi behind the illusion.

Inoiki's voice broke the silence, calm and unwavering, yet sharp as a blade. "I told you," he said, his tone matter-of-fact. "You're a weakling."

He paused for a moment, his glowing aura intensifying, before adding coldly, "Be gone."

At those words, the air around Kankuro seemed to ripple. Inoiki's Psychokinesis enveloped Kankuro's body, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. With a sharp flick of Inoiki's wrist, Kankuro was hurled across the arena like a ragdoll, crashing into the left wall with a deafening thud. The impact created a massive dent in the stone, sending cracks spidering out from the point of collision.

The hall fell silent, the sheer display of force leaving the spectators stunned. Inoiki, seemingly unbothered by the destruction he had caused, turned away. His steps were calm and deliberate as he walked back toward the edge of the arena. To him, the fight was already over.

Hayate, finally snapping out of his daze, raised his hand and declared, "Inoiki wins!"

The room erupted into murmurs, the shock of the swift and decisive match rippling through the crowd. Inoiki, however, paid no attention. He ascended back to the balcony, his expression calm, as if the outcome had never been in doubt.

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