Kushiro tried to run; his arm pained like someone had poured hot lead all over him... Tears escaped his eyes as he continued to run toward the sidelines.
His hands grasped the pills given by Kyojiro, his eyes trembling, My career... My dream — it's over.
While it wasn't his dominant hand, a shinobi needs to be of amazing caliber to only function with one. His head drooped, And I am far from extra-ordinary.
Yet before he could completely exit the field, he felt it.
Shockwaves spread across the area; his shirt lifted from the wind pressure.
He turned around in a hurry, his eyes widening as he looked at the figure of Kyojiro fighting with that disgusting Jonin.
"Argh..." he grunted; the pain in his arm intensifying. He looked down, his eyes shining with determination, as he flung the pills into his mouth.
His eyes reddened from the pain, but he stood there — watching.
And when he saw Kyojiro unable to stand up, his heart beat like a racing horse.
THUMP
THUMP
He was the one who came to rescue me while barely knowing me, his gaze sharpened; his throat, which had been dry by now, started working again.
"Kyojiro, I believe in you!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
He kept shouting as the Jonin grew increasingly closer to his friend, "Kyojiro, get up — you can do it."
"My friend, defeat that disgusting ninja."
Yet with each shout, his fever kept rising; his form trembled like a leaf in a storm.
It wasn't long before he collapsed from exhaustion. His last words were spent praying for the safety of his friend.
...
Kyojiro stood in shock, his mouth opening and closing as he looked at the unconscious state of his friend; his hands clenched, his eyes darkened with deep pain as he turned toward the Jonin.
"Argh!" he shouted to himself, taking in a huge breath of air.
Full concentration breathing. The air moved in like a balloon being inflated; his broken muscles gained strength... his weakness vanished as he stood up once more.
Before he could rush at the Jonin, the man spoke, "Your friend of yours... I will kill him just as cruelly after I am done with you," his voice dripping with evil.
Kyojiro just stared at him, his fiery hair clinging to his forehead, the blood dripping past his eyes. His form coursed with strength and anger. I don't have a sword anymore... however, he brought up his fist in a split second, I am a ninja first and foremost.
A quick plan immediately formed in his brain.
His hands blurred through the hand seals — the process instinctual at this point. Fire style — Fireball no Jutsu.
Heat formed up in his belly before moving up his throat to his mouth.
He saw as the Jonin widened his eyes, trying to push up an earth wall at the unexpected attack.
His breathing technique empowered his jutsu; the fireball exited his mouth in a grand finish. Despite its original C-rank, it looked like an A-rank jutsu.
The blade was easily the size of a truck; the heat radiating from it sizzled the very ground beneath them.
Even Kyojiro's skin blistered from the attack, but he wasn't done yet.
The fireball hit the last-ditch earth wall with a terrifying boom; the earth flung open in multiple spots.
BOOM
...
The Jonin couldn't help but let out a grunt of pain; his armour, while good against close-range attacks, was terrible at jutsu.
He turned around in the smoke, his eyes catching the silhouette of the Uchiha.
"Arghh!" he shouted as he rushed toward him, yet the moment the Jonin realized it was just a clone... it was too late.
...
Meanwhile, Kyojiro stood right behind the Jonin, his hands blurring through new seals. His eyes sharpened; his heart thumped with excitement.
Speed and power — this jutsu had everything. and I have no idea how strong it will be with the addition of my breathing style.
Kyojiro had a very simple plan: let the fireball act as a smokescreen — his Sharingan, of course, let him see through it all — while the clone acted as the last-minute distraction.
The only way to tell a clone apart is by looking at the shadow... with the fireball's dust still in the air — even for an experienced Jonin it would be difficult.
His mind flashed through the memory of when he performed the jutsu, let the fire flow through you.
His hand seals completed the very moment the Jonin turned behind. Fire style + flame breathing. Phoenix sage flower nail crimson.
Heat erupted from his stomach before traveling up his throat. He threw his shuriken at the Jonin.
The blades revolved unpredictably through the air.
WHOOSH
WHOOSH
Reddish fire escaped his mouth, enveloping the shuriken in a trembling energy. Kyojiro's eyes widened as he looked at the scale of his jutsu.
SWOOSH
Every shuriken looked like it was covered with a normal-level fireball. The air trembled with immense energy as the blades rushed at the Jonin — their speed enhanced almost twofold.
The Jonin barely let out a scream before the shuriken embedded themselves in him.
BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
Consecutive explosions racked the area; shockwaves erupted toward Kyojiro, who held his arm in front of him, the wind shaking his hair around.
His eyes widened as he looked at the newly formed crater in the air. The ground burned like charcoal. The grass had disappeared from the circle; the earth — once moist — turned dry.
Kyojiro's ears rang just from the aftermath of the explosions.
His mouth hung open as he looked at the state of the Jonin.
His earth armour had been torn open; his body burned beyond recognition. Kyojiro could even see parts of melted bone and muscle.
This... This is literally high-tier A-rank, he couldn't help but deduce. Such level of jutsu was beyond ordinary.
He clenched his hands as a warm feeling erupted in his heart.
Kyojiro Uchiha spoke with certainty, "I told you today, you will die."