Out on the edge of Cloud's training grounds, Sam stood arms crossed, her usual ice-queen stare locked on the lone figure dead center. For once, those pale blue-greens actually hesitated.
Burlap sucked air through her teeth, whisper barely a hiss: "This talent… it's straight-up nightmare fuel."
Center stage: Makoto Uchiha, casual as hell, sunlight pouring over him like a spotlight halo.
But the real showstopper? Those slow-spinning crimson eyes—two-tomoe Sharingan. Freaky, frigid, radiating big-dick energy that had no business on a kid.
Sam's jaw clenched without thinking.
Third War, she'd seen Uchiha. None with just two tomoe made her spine scream danger like a smoke alarm.
For a split second, she saw the ghost of Cloud's boogeyman: Uchiha Madara.
Yozuki Yoru—throat caught in Makoto's iron-kid grip—gulped hard.
Humiliation, rage, and what the hell just happened panic warred across his face.
Hearing the breezy "Wanna dance again?", he thought it was mercy. Rasped: "Hell yes!"
"Swordplay and taijutsu done—we go ninjutsu!"
Yoru wasn't done. He still had chakra, still had jutsu! This shrimp? Maybe twelve? Tank had to be tiny, no real spells.
Cloud Academy grads barely cracked ninjutsu at that age.
Makoto let go, even stepped back like a gentleman—gave the guy seal space.
"Alright," he chuckled. "One more shot."
Paused, clocked the hope flickering in Yoru's eyes, smirked:
"You don't spar me? I'm the moon—you're the frog staring up from a well. Looks far, but you ain't seen shit."
"You force the issue…" Sharingan spun lazy, cold. "Then you'll learn what a mayfly sees when the sky opens up."
Ninjutsu? Makoto's jam.
Kid was a spell-slinging prodigy even without hacks or eyes.
Guy asked for it—player's gotta flex. Half the grind's the show.
If I had reincarnated Rinnegan right now?
Nah—Mangekyo alone and he'd go full ancestor mode. No beef, just beefy.
Yoru's spark roared into a bonfire. "Talk shit with a limit!"
He back-flipped, hands blurring seals—afterimages.
Makoto didn't copy. Just sealed faster: Snake → Dragon → Rabbit → Tiger—late start, early finish.
"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!" Yoru's chest ballooned—RRRIP—tornado blasted out, shredding air, screaming at Makoto.
Makoto? Quicker still: "Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu!"
No scattershot—flames coalesced into a snarling, fanged fire dragon. Roaring straight into the gale.
Impact? Physics said hi.
Wind didn't snuff the dragon—fed it.
BOOM!
Dragon Flame inhaled the gust, ballooned into a mini-sun—scorching, furious—ricocheted right back at Yoru.
"YOU KIDDING ME?!"
Yoru's face went ghost-white. Pupils swallowed by red. He dove sideways like a drunk gazelle.
Heat wave kissed his skin—clothes charred, hair curled, barbecue stench.
Didn't even plant his feet before round two dropped:
"Fire Style: Majestic Dragon Flame!"
Makoto—voice chill, no heavy breathing—three massive, near-white dragons erupted.
Dragon roars deafening. Heat so intense the crowd's faces tightened like shrink-wrap—standing next to a blast furnace.
Trio locked in a pinwheel—every dodge route gone. Death's shadow swallowed Yoru whole.
He froze. Pupils mirrored three man-eating dragons. Despair.exe.
This kid's age—how's his chakra deeper than MINE?!
Been refining in the womb or what?
Cloud Academy's top dog felt like a leaf in a hurricane.
"FIGHT'S OVER!"
Fourth Raikage's voice—thunder in a barrel—cut the silence.
Before the echo died, a lightning-wrapped titan blitzed in.
Raikage—hand like a blade, Lightning Chakra Armor screaming like a thousand birds—SLASH.
SHRRK!
Three dragons bisected.
Flame chunks fireworks'd out, fizzled against his ripped, dark arms—left faint red lines, gone in a blink.
Raikage planted himself between panting, shell-shocked Yoru and Makoto—who looked bored, just some dust on his hem.
Deep breath. Voice boomed across the dead-quiet yard:
"You win."
Training ground: tomb silent. Only dying embers crackling and Yoru's broken-bellows wheezing.
Plenty in the crowd clocked the two-tomoe—Uchiha confirmed.
Word was out among brass: Leaf kid snatched. Most hadn't seen him yet.
"Sharingan… it's the Uchiha!"
"That Leaf brat they hauled in?"
"Talent's fucking broken."
Whispers spread like wildfire. Cloud ninjas who came to watch Yoru spank a kid? Jaws on the floor—pure holy shit.