Obito and Kakashi.
Guy and Asuma.
Konan and Kurenai.
The members of both squads instinctively found their respective opponents and engaged in battle.
Fuma clapped lightly, watching the completely unfamiliar scene unfold before him, vastly different from his memories.
He couldn't help but sigh, "This version of the Naruto world… seems far more interesting."
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"Come at me, Kakashi! I've been waiting for this!" Obito roared, launching the first attack.
With effortless strength, he swung the massive Explosive Blade: Shibuki, its coffin-sized form looming over Kakashi. The exposed edge aimed directly at Kakashi's throat as Obito brought it down without hesitation!
Kakashi frowned, gripping the White Fang tightly. 'Obito's strength… it's becoming ridiculous. I can't block that directly.'
Although White Fang was a sword, it was a relatively thin short blade, designed for swift assassinations rather than prolonged combat.
In order to achieve the pinnacle of speed, its design didn't prioritize clashing with heavier weapons. If used improperly, it could easily break.
In the original timeline, Kakashi's White Fang had been snapped by an Iwa Jonin wielding a standard ninja sword. Seeing the massive blade approaching, Kakashi's eyes flashed with confidence.
Instead of using the Body Flicker Technique to retreat, he lowered his stance to an extreme degree, dodging Obito's brutal strike in an unorthodox posture.
Taking advantage of Obito's loss of balance from the sheer force of his swing, Kakashi channeled chakra into his feet and lunged forward like a venomous serpent, White Fang flashing toward Obito's throat!
"Nice one, Kakashi!" Jiraiya clenched his fist, cheering for his student.
"As expected of Sakumo Hatake's son. That footwork and swordsmanship… The Hatake clan has a worthy successor." Minato sighed in admiration.
Just from this one strike, an average Chunin would already be dead.
"Only a coward fights with sneak attacks!" Obito roared, ignoring his unstable stance.
Instead of regaining his footing, he twisted the Explosive Blade horizontally, revealing the hundreds of explosive tags attached to its surface. He quickly formed a seal with his hands.
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
As the technique activated, the blade fired a storm of explosive tags toward Kakashi.
Though made of paper, the explosive tags cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if they were deadly steel projectiles!
'That's one troublesome sword…'
Kakashi narrowed his eyes. His White Fang was only inches away from Obito's neck, but these incoming explosive tags were not to be underestimated.
Even without considering their unnatural velocity, Kakashi couldn't afford to tank a direct explosion. For most shinobi, four or five explosive tags detonating on their body would be enough to turn them into charcoal.
'I have to retreat.'
With a flicker, Kakashi vanished, dodging Obito's counterattack. He studied the strange explosive tags carefully.
Moments later, an eerie sight unfolded—the paper tags sliced through the earth like blades, burrowing deep into the ground before detonating. Flames and smoke erupted skyward.
"Kakashi! Sneak attacks don't work on me! With Konan's power, I'm not someone you can defeat!"
Obito stood atop a massive boulder, resting the Explosive Blade on his shoulder.
With the dark smoke rising behind him and his spiky hair standing on end, he had an almost intimidating presence—resembling a certain substitute Shinigami.
Kakashi remained silent, staring at Obito's crimson-red eyes. He gripped White Fang in a reverse grip, his expression sharpening.
For the Hatake clan, all it took was a single decisive strike to render all flashy ninjutsu meaningless.
'You may see my blade, but I refuse to believe you can react in time, Obito!'
With that thought, Kakashi pushed his chakra to the limit and became a blur, engaging Obito in a fierce battle once more.
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"Who the hell are you?! Why have I never seen you at the Academy?! And why won't you answer me?!"
Asuma demanded, his voice full of irritation. Ever since their fight had begun, Guy had completely ignored him, treating him like air.
"I am… Might Guy!"
The moment he heard the words Academy, something seemed to ignite within Guy. A surge of chakra erupted from his body, crackling like lightning as it coated his form in a thin layer of electric armor.
"Lightning Release Chakra Mode: Lightning Armor!"
Jiraiya's expression tightened at the sight. "This is bad… That's Kumo's Lightning Armor!"
With Asuma's current arsenal, even this beginner-level Lightning Armor would be enough to make things extremely difficult for him. He would be forced into a defensive position.
"Asuma! Remember elemental weaknesses!" Jiraiya called out.
Asuma pulled out a pair of claw-like trench knives and secured them onto his fists. A confident grin appeared on his face.
"Lightning Release, huh? Against someone like me, you couldn't have picked a worse opponent!"
"My weapons, 'Flying Swallow,' have never failed to cut through anything!"
With that, Asuma launched a fierce assault, his trench knives glowing with sharp Wind Release chakra.
"Uwaah!"
But before he could land a hit, Guy executed a flawless side kick, striking Asuma's chin with pinpoint accuracy. Asuma barely managed to avoid being taken out in a single blow!
'That green-haired bowl-cut freak is way too fast!' Asuma retreated dozens of meters, eyes wide with shock.
The brief exchange had revealed a terrifying truth—he hadn't even seen Guy's attack.
Jiraiya's expression darkened as he turned to Fuma, his voice urgent.
"Who is this kid?"
Jiraiya had spent a considerable amount of time observing the Academy in search of potential disciples. That was a privilege granted to him by the Third Hokage.
But he had never heard of Guy.
Even putting aside the Lightning Armor, which he could have learned from either Fuma or Minato, just the sheer potential of his raw physical ability was enough to pique Jiraiya's interest.
Before Fuma could respond, Minato answered with a sigh.
"His name is Might Guy. It's no surprise you don't know him. Because he never even passed the Academy entrance exam. I only took him in due to a stroke of fate."
Jiraiya's eyes widened. "Failed the Academy entrance exam?! That's impossible!"
He waved his hand in frustration. "With that level of taijutsu, how could he not even qualify for the Academy?!"
Minato shook his head with a wry smile.
"His talent in ninjutsu is abysmal. And in the current Academy exams, children who lack chakra sensitivity simply can't pass."
"He only managed to learn the 'Lightning Release Chakra Mode' after I spent dozens of sleepless nights training him, using notes that Fuma left behind."
Jiraiya clenched his fists.
The Academy had utterly failed this child.
Even if Guy never reached his full potential, he would still at least be a Special Jonin with this level of ability. What was the point of rejecting such a talent over arbitrary rules?
Does the Uchiha clan have some mystical eye for talent that the rest of us lack?
Jiraiya gritted his teeth in frustration, 'I have to talk to the old man about this. The Academy's outdated system is hurting the village!'
Back on the battlefield, Asuma was completely overwhelmed.
"Leaf Iron Pillar Ascend! Leaf Gale Whirlwind! Comet Impact Prelude! Phantom Sweep Kick!"
Guy's furious battle cries echoed as he unleashed a relentless barrage of taijutsu. Asuma could do nothing but dodge, unable to land a single counterattack.
Meanwhile, Konan had already defeated Kurenai.
The crimson-eyed kunoichi hung midair, bound by chains of paper. Each sheet bore a single ominous word~Explosion.
Her face turned pale. If Konan detonated them, she would be vaporized instantly.
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Jiraiya stared at his team's crushing defeat, his mind spiraling into disbelief. He had never expected victory to be easy.
But to be defeated this decisively…
Clenching his fists, he shouted to his remaining students, "Raido, Rin! Move in! Execute the special plan!"
This battle wasn't over yet.
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