Clang! Clang! CLANG!
In just a few short minutes, their blades had clashed over a hundred times. The hilts grew warm from the constant friction.
This isn't good. I'm losing ground.
Qianyu analyzed the situation coldly, even as he parried Uchiha Nami's relentless assault. His stamina was draining, while Nami remained at his peak. Following the other's rhythm meant certain defeat.
I need a one-hit finisher… Got it!
His eyes lit up. A bizarre tactic to instantly take down Uchiha Nami flashed through his mind.
You humiliated me with that genjutsu. Beating you half to death before healing you is only fair, Qianyu thought, a dark smirk playing on his lips.
Clang!
Nami's kunai deflected Qianyu's scalpel once more, then instantly reversed direction—a sharp, backhanded thrust aimed up at Qianyu's abdomen.
It was just a feint, a setup for his next move. An attack of this level could never possibly… Huh?!
Thwip.
The sickening sound of metal piercing flesh.
Nami froze. Qianyu hadn't dodged. Hadn't even tried. He'd just let the kunai sink into his body.
No! NO!!
Realization dawned on Nami, his face paling.
"Moratta!" Qianyu's cold laugh cut through the air.
One hand clamped down like a vise on Nami's kunai-wielding wrist. The other hand, already shimmering with a chakra scalpel, plunged deep into Nami's chest.
"You… you…"
Nami gasped, air fleeing his lungs. His vision blurred as he slumped to the ground. The last thing he saw was Qianyu yanking the kunai from his own side. Then, the wound… it sealed itself. Vanished.
Mystical Palm Technique? This guy… a medic-nin?!
Darkness swallowed him.
Zzzzt—
After healing his own superficial wound, Qianyu finally walked over to Nami's unconscious form. Time for some actual medical work.
He'd held back. The chakra scalpel hadn't pierced the heart, just forced a temporary cardiac arrest. A controlled knockout.
"A mere fatal wound. Easy to fix if I just feel like it… Oh, shit."
A problem surfaced. His chakra reserves… they were running dangerously low. His healing might not be strong enough.
"Shit! Bro, hang in there! You absolutely cannot die on me!"
Qianyu's face twisted into a mask of furious, almost comical desperation—like a certain dragon king roaring at the heavens.
In Konoha, beating a fellow villager half to death and actually killing them were worlds apart. One was a disciplinary issue. The other meant being branded a rogue ninja.
It was pure luck most patrols were concentrated at the Chunin Exams arena. Otherwise, he'd already be in cuffs.
And the Police Force? Yeah, they were all Uchiha. All on Nami's side.
…
Through sheer, stubborn medical skill, Qianyu managed it. A trickle of chakra, stretched thin, but enough. He dragged Uchiha Nami back from the brink.
"…Not cool, man. You're insane… You really went for the kill…"
That was Nami's first groggy sentence upon waking. He stared at Qianyu with pure, unadulterated shock.
He thought he was reckless. But this guy? On another level. This was just… too damn wild.
Qianyu ignored him, his attention drifting to the system interface hovering in his mind's eye.
"Let's see what trash this guy dropped… probably nothing goo—HOLY SHIT! NO FUCKING WAY! WHAT?!"
He blurted three curses in rapid succession, eyes bulging. The system text blazed before him:
[Ding! Treatment successful. Congratulations, Host, for obtaining: [Uchiha Bloodline (Weak)]!]
Holy shit! The Uchiha Bloodline!!!
Excitement surged through him, so intense he almost shook Nami's freshly revived brains into paste.
An unexpected windfall! The coveted "red-eye disease" he'd longed for, dropped by a random side character?!
"Damn… am I still under a genjutsu?"
After wanting it for so long, getting it felt surreal. The Sharingan might not be the absolute strongest, but it was undeniably the coolest.
Back in his old world, he'd fantasized countless times about unlocking those iconic eyes. Now… the dream was real!
The two top bloodlines in the Naruto world—Senju and Uchiha. And he, Qianyu, now possessed them both!
"…Wait!"
The brief euphoria crashed. A new thought struck him. "Doesn't that make me a… hybrid mutt now?"
"And what does this '(Weak)' mean anyway?"
He tapped the explanation.
[[Uchiha Bloodline (Weak)]: A Uchiha bloodline with limited potential. Can unlock at most a Three-Tomoe Sharingan.]
"You're so damn trash!" Qianyu's gaze at Nami instantly shifted to one of utter contempt.
"You had a fatal wound! And all you gave was a lousy Three-Tomoe bloodline? This is it? Just this?"
He'd been fantasizing about Mangekyo, about a towering Susanoo. Now? That beautiful dream shattered. Poof.
"Bastard! What's with that look?!" Nami snarled, shame and anger burning through his pain. He clutched his chest, struggling to his feet, and stormed off without another word.
"Hmm… let's see if I can activate it…"
Qianyu scanned the area. No prying eyes. Good.
He widened his eyes, focusing all his will.
"SHARINGAN! ACTIVAAAAAAAAATE!"
He strained until his eyes felt ready to pop, his throat raw from the silent scream. Not a single tomoe appeared.
"Alright, fine. Seems you really do need emotional trauma to kickstart it."
He gave up. Still, the thrill of possessing the Uchiha bloodline remained.
"Soon… soon I'll be a man wielding the god-like power of the Uchiha! Hahahaha!"
With all the commotion, the final exam matches were probably wrapping up. No point returning. Less chance of more trouble.
No "beat the young one, face the old one" escalations. No forced uphill battles. Too much work. He trusted Fugaku Uchiha would handle the fallout for him.
…
"Guess what, world~ Yours truly is now a member of the red-eye club~~"
Qianyu left the training grounds, humming a tune as he headed home. The village streets were deserted, almost everyone at the festival or the exams.
As he passed a narrow path near the exam arena, he noticed a figure approaching from the opposite direction. A man with waist-length black hair, walking with his eyes closed. He looked… vaguely familiar.
"That's…!"
Qianyu's pupils contracted. He remembered. Add a blue bamboo hat, and this man was a perfect match for the Third Mizukage he'd seen at the opening ceremony!
But in that instant of recognition, the man before him vanished.
Replaced by a blade of water, sharp as any sword, formed from a hand-thrust. It filled Qianyu's vision, aimed straight for his face.
Too fast. Impossibly fast. No time to react.
BOOM.
His head exploded. Not literally—but a lock inside his mind, a limitation he never knew was there, shattered.
The world snapped into hyper-clarity. Like putting on glasses for the first time.
The water blade, a blur moments ago, now seemed to crawl through the air. He could see its trajectory, predict its path.
In the watery reflection of the attacking limb, he saw them. Two inky-black tomoe, spinning madly in his own eyes.
"Still too late!!!"
Fury and bitter despair twisted inside him. He could see it. He could track it. But his exhausted body couldn't move fast enough to dodge.
He'd finally unlocked the Sharingan… only to die the next second?
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