"Fire Style: Dragon Fire Technique!"
Obito's hands blurred through seals.Chakra surged, flooding into his lungs—shifting form, shaping heat—until he unleashed it all as a roaring serpent of flame.A blazing fire dragon shot across the arena, fangs bared, swallowing air as it lunged at Uchiha Tekka.
Tekka's eyes narrowed.
During their brief close-quarters fight earlier, he'd already felt it—Obito's movements had sharpened. His strikes carried weight.He was no longer the pathetic third-year dead-last.
But ninjutsu?
No. Tekka refused to accept that.
He flew into seals of his own, molding chakra with practiced precision.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
A massive fireball—taller than a man—burst from his lips and charged toward Obito's dragon.
The students watching murmured in awe.
"They already know offensive ninjutsu…""I haven't even mastered Clone Technique yet…""This is on a different level."
But then—
"Wait… that's the last-place Obito?!""He can use a fire technique like that?!"
Across the field, Tekka's fireball looked bigger…More impressive…More deadly.
"Tekka's gonna win. Obviously," someone whispered.
Even Kimura Sugito nodded.
"Obito's better than expected," he muttered. "If he'd shown this in class, I would've given him top marks."
Students of elite clans really were different.Most kids were proud just to perform the Three Body Technique without stumbling.
Yuuma watched the clash with a calm, assessing gaze.He already knew Obito wasn't done.
Because at the moment the two jutsu were about to collide—
Obito jerked his hands, redirecting the dragon upward.
The fire dragon snaked over the fireball, curling around it like a living beast, then dropped straight toward Tekka from above.
"What—?!"
Tekka froze for a breath.He had expected a direct clash… not this trick.
And fireballs couldn't turn.
Obito's could.
The dragon swooped down, fangs of flame closing in.
Tekka tried to dodge—Too slow.
The heat slammed toward him—
And then—
A shadow flashed between them.
Yuuma moved with a swift Shunshin, snatching Tekka out of the strike zone and placing him safely outside the arena.
Tekka exhaled hard."…Thank you, Teacher."
Yuuma nodded once, then raised his voice.
"Winner of Match One: Uchiha Obito."
The spectators went silent.
Everyone had been ready to watch a flashy fire-style clash…And instead, Obito ended the fight with a single cunning maneuver.
If Teacher Hanyū hadn't intervened, Tekka would've been burned.
"Obito's… actually dangerous.""Is that really the guy who used to fail every exam…?"
Rin ran up to Obito, relief beaming across her face.
"That was amazing! Really amazing!"
Obito puffed out his chest, grin stretching wide.
"Heh. I told you. Easy."
In that moment, standing under that praise, Obito looked genuinely happy.He knew who made this possible.
Teacher Hanyū.
If not for Yuuma's training, Obito would've been flattened in taijutsu alone, long before any ninjutsu.
And then—
A digital shimmer flashed before Yuuma's eyes.
[System Notice: Disciple Uchiha Obito — Trust Level Increased]Current Trust Level: 3
Yuuma blinked once.
Obito, chatting animatedly with Rin, beaming like a kid who finally tasted victory—
Yuuma exhaled softly.
"Romance has its uses after all," he thought dryly.
Trust was difficult to build, and each level was massive.At Level 3, rewards were doubled—and return feedback effects rose dramatically.
Shisui and the others were still in early-growth stages.Obito hitting Trust Level 3 now was unexpected.
Yuuma had assumed only one disciple would reach that level all semester.
He hadn't expected it to be Obito… and not this early.
The following matches were calmer—no last-second rescues needed.Yuuma sat grading students alongside Kimura Sugito, occasionally chatting.
Honestly, if he didn't have to supervise, he'd be walking around scanning the field for hidden geniuses.He still had one disciple slot unused.
He wasn't about to waste it on anyone below S-potential.
There were too many prodigies in Konoha.No reason to rush.
He opened his status panel.
[Name: Hanyū Yuuma][Age: 18][Chakra: 5300][Skills: Water Style: Water Break Bullet, Fire Style: Dragon Fire, Water Style: Water Formation Wall, Wind Style: Suppression…][Evaluation: You wield numerous ninjutsu, including several high-level techniques. You are capable of handling a wide variety of combat scenarios. Ordinary jōnin cannot match you.]
A month ago, he barely had two techniques.Now he had dozens.His chakra had jumped by a thousand.He could defeat the version of himself who arrived in this world—effortlessly.
By noon, the first two rounds were completed.
Might Guy won his fights easily—clean movements, overwhelming taijutsu—but nothing shocking enough to rewrite everyone's perception of him.
Yuuma wasn't worried.
Once the class finals began in the afternoon, the real storm would start.