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Sasuke lunged with a sharp left hook, but Naruto's eyes flashed with a cold, predatory focus. He didn't just block; he caught Sasuke's wrist with the surgical precision of a master.
Borrowing the momentum of the Uchiha's own weight, Naruto spun nimbly, snapping his core in one explosive, fluid twist. With a sharp whoosh, he hurled Sasuke back the way he had come—only at twice the velocity.
The motion was so clean, so brimming with effortless power, that a collective gasp rippled through the onlookers. Naruto, however, had performed a mental calculation mid-throw. He deliberately softened the release, dispersing the harmful impact to ensure Sasuke wouldn't suffer a debilitating injury. There are still classes this afternoon, Naruto thought clinically. I can't have the idiot missing lessons in the infirmary.
No way! Sasuke hit the dirt, the dull ache in his shoulder paling in comparison to the scorching humiliation in his heart. A thought he had been suppressing for years finally clawed its way to the surface: Has this Dead-Last… been hiding his strength the entire time?
The idea gnawed at him like a venomous snake. If the "loser" he had mocked actually possessed the power to crush him at will, what did that make Sasuke? A laughingstock? Someone even lower than the bottom of the class? Chaotic memories surged—every time Naruto had looked at him with that calm, almost indulgent kindness, Sasuke had barked, "Out of my way, Dead-Last!"
Now, that memory was the sharpest ridicule of all.
How can someone so weak, so easily broken, ever hope to kill that man?!
Seeing Sasuke remain on the ground, Naruto hesitated. He stepped closer, maintaining his "Little Sun" mask, and offered a hand to pull him up.
Sasuke violently slapped the hand away. "Don't touch me!"
He lifted his head, and the instant their eyes locked, Naruto froze. Sasuke's once-black irises had turned a vivid, bleeding scarlet. Each was spinning with black tomoe, though the pattern was bizarrely asymmetrical: a single tomoe in the right eye, and two in the left.
The air in the training ground suddenly felt electric.
"Again—I haven't lost!" Sasuke snarled. He forced himself to his feet, his mismatched Sharingan blazing with an obsessive, frantic energy.
Might Guy, watching from the sidelines, sensed the shift instantly. The unstable chakra and the raw emotion behind the dōjutsu spelled disaster for a schoolyard spar. "Naruto—fall back!"
But Sasuke was already moving.
"Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu (Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique)!"
Sasuke's hands blurred through the seals. His chest expanded, and he spat a searing sphere of flame that rolled toward Naruto in a scorching, orange-red wave.
The moment Guy shouted, Naruto threw himself into a lateral roll. The heat of the blaze skimmed his back, singeing the air. He sprang back to his feet, instinctively forming the seal for a Shadow Clone to create a distraction.
Poof.
A puff of smoke appeared, but the newly summoned clone wobbled like a ragdoll before its chakra dispersed into nothingness.
Crap! Naruto realized. The four clones at home studying the seals—I'm at my limit! I can't maintain a fifth!
Sasuke didn't miss the opening. He shot forward, his right fist spearing toward Naruto's face.
In the face of the crisis, Naruto's "Underworld" persona took the reins. He stayed calm, rolling to Sasuke's flank and snapping into a smooth Thomas Spin that whipped him upright, lashing his right leg out like a scythe.
"Konoha Senpū!"
The kick sliced through the air, aimed squarely at Sasuke's spine.
But Sasuke's perspective had been irrevocably altered. With the Sharingan... I can see it! Through the crimson veil, the world had slowed. He could trace the veins on the leaves and the vibration of the air. Naruto's movements, which had been a blur moments ago, now traced clear, predictable arcs.
Sasuke spun, his forearm snapping up to block the kick head-on. The impact stung, his arm vibrating with the force, but he remained standing. He was no longer a punching bag.
A faint, proud smile curved his lips as he tasted the sweet, intoxicating power of his heritage. I, Uchiha Sasuke, carry the vengeance of my clan. I cannot fall here!
The thought roared like molten rock, burning away his doubt. His mismatched eyes fixed on Naruto, revolving with a lofty, regained certainty.
"You're strong, Naruto," Sasuke whispered, his voice dripping with Uchiha arrogance. "But before these eyes... every effort of yours is futile."
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