The ground held their breath. The people stared at the tactical fight between the two humans. The toads couldn't help but be intrigued by this new form of fighting.Unlike how the toads fought—using their size and raw power—this was something else entirely.
Even their Frog Kata was more or less straightforward. However, both humans in this brief span of time had shown them something new.
Human ingenuity.
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Kyojiro panted, greedily sucking in the air around him. His wound burned—his eyes tracked down, seeing the fist imprint stamped on his arm. He looked viciously at his sensei.
'This time, let's see how you handle my new form.'
Chakra followed his heed; the ground cracked behind him as the energy traveled toward his eyes. A crimson light shone through.
Two Tomoe Sharingan.
Suddenly, everything in Kyojiro's vision changed. His eyes tracked a toad walking—yet its movement appeared painfully slow to him.
At one glance, he could see the entirety of the toads in front of him. His eyes widened from the immense ocular growth.
If the One Tomoe Sharingan was the might of a child… then the Two Tomoe was that of a teenager.
Kyojiro felt a smirk appear on his lips. His hands blurred instantly. An illusionary clone appeared beside him—both of them rushing at the figure of the Sannin.
Jiraiya, meanwhile, looked at the illusionary clone with a distorted face."Really? Clone jutsu? Are you looking down on me, you brat?" he roared.
He clenched his fist, ready—the moment Kyojiro came in range, the Sannin would punch the Uchiha back into oblivion.
However, unlike what Jiraiya thought, the clone wasn't meant for combat.
The moment Kyojiro came within range, he canceled the clone jutsu. The said jutsu burst into white smoke—the smoke acting as a blinding screen.
Jiraiya's eyes widened as he lost sight of the Uchiha.
His pupils darted around, catching sight of a punch—the fist even had the same scars as Kyojiro.
'You're too slow, brat.' His own fist shot forward, the air whooshing around him. Yet instead of meeting flesh and bone…
The punch dissipated like an illusion.
Jiraiya's eyes widened. 'Another clone… In the time it took to dissipate the first and rush in—he must've prepared another.' He immediately deduced what had occurred, a flicker of amazement appearing in his heart. 'A smart way of using Clone Jutsu. Since he's succeeded, what comes next must be—'
Goosebumps ran up his skin. He immediately raised his left arm to guard—but too late.
A hard punch met his shoulder, his figure lifting into the air before crashing several meters away.
Jiraiya looked up, the sting in his shoulder already fading.
From within the smoke appeared Kyojiro, a small smirk on his lips."Tit for tat, sensei."
He pointed at his arm, where Jiraiya's handprint was still lodged.
The toads immediately cheered at his response, their hearts racing as the fight progressed.
"WOOHOO! Let's go, new guy!" Gamabunta shouted from the side, his deep voice reverberating across the field.
Hearing his exclamation, the rest of the toads joined in."Let's go, new guy!""New guy! New guy!"
The energy of the crowd reflected deep within Kyojiro's heart. His voice thundered:"Sensei, how about we take this a step further!"
Jiraiya laughed. "Alright, you brat. Bring on that breathing of yours." His hands balled into fists.
That was all Kyojiro needed. He inhaled—the air entered his lungs as easily as breathing.
He almost paused. 'This… why is it so easy?' It wasn't as if his strength had increased, but somehow the load on his body felt lighter.
He looked up, his Sharingan lighting up everything in his path. His hands blurred into familiar seals. 'Fire Style—Fireball no Jutsu.'
Heat traveled up his throat as Kyojiro puffed his mouth. 'Dodge this, sensei.'
A colossal fireball roared forward toward the Sannin.
Jiraiya's eyes widened as he felt the heat wash over him. 'This brat—how the hell is this a C-rank jutsu?'
His hands blurred by instinct. Normally, one would need Water Style to defeat Fire, or at least Earth Style to defend.
Yet Jiraiya had just proclaimed the brat as his disciple. The last thing he would do was lose in a ninjutsu contest. His expression grew fierce. 'Alright, brat… it's about time you learned how direct jutsu battles fare.'
"Gamabunta! Oil—only some of it, now!" he shouted. His hands blurred into a familiar fire jutsu.
Summons counted as ninja combat, so Jiraiya wasn't bothered in the least.
The moment the fireball came within range, a large blast of oil appeared from behind him. The fireball—already gigantic—grew even larger in size.
Meanwhile, Jiraiya was done with his jutsu.
His chakra took a hit as a massive stream of fire escaped his mouth. The sheer pressure behind it halted the fireball's advance. The chakra maintaining its shape collapsed.
The toad oil—a highly flammable substance—mixed with both Jiraiya's and Kyojiro's ninjutsu, turning against the Uchiha.
A colossal wave of flame surged toward him.
For perhaps the first time, Kyojiro felt despair gathering in his heart. The sky itself seemed wrapped in a blanket of fire. The heat was so immense that even from afar, his senses were going haywire.
He couldn't help but shout, "Are you trying to kill me, sensei?!" Yet his voice died within the roaring blaze.
'Fuck, fuck!' His hands blurred, pushing his breathing to its limit. 'Body Flicker Jutsu!'
His figure vanished, rushing away from the incoming inferno.
Jiraiya and the rest of the toads widened their eyes. The circle they had formed long since turned into a semicircle—away from the wave of heat.
Even Fukasaku was at a loss for words."Brat… are you really trying to kill your disciple on day one?"
Jiraiya smirked."Well, it should teach him not to start a battle without understanding his opponent."
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