"Hmph. I'll teach you a proper lesson for getting so close to Mikoto, you bastard!"
Uchiha Lang deactivated his Sharingan, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
Uchiha Lang was an emotional man. But in the Uchiha clan, that counted as a kind of talent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have awakened a three-tomoe Sharingan at such a young age.
"Tch. This guy's tough to control. He just went through a major fight, yet he still drained so much of my ocular power…"
Lang rubbed his slightly sore eyes, then shot a cold sneer toward the front. The show was about to begin.
He'd just implanted the thought to 'harass' Mikoto into Qianyu's mind. He was sure he'd soon see Mikoto slap the guy across the face, yelling 'pervert!'.
Thump.
Under Lang's mocking gaze, Qianyu's arm lifted against his will. It inched slowly toward Mikoto beside him…
Damn it, a genjutsu? When?!
The moment the thought crystallized, a sliver of clarity returned. His mind raced.
Jiraiya said genjutsu is when the enemy disrupts the chakra flow in my brain. All I need to do is…
Qianyu fought for control. He first slowed his cerebral chakra flow to a crawl, then violently surged a massive wave of chakra through it—shattering the enemy's hold in an instant.
Genjutsu: Released!
Hah! I'm a damn genius. First time getting hit with a genjutsu and I break it easy. Hell yeah!
Qianyu felt a flicker of pride. It died the moment full awareness returned and he saw what was happening.
His hand was currently placed on Uchiha Mikoto's small chest. Squeezing. A little… soft.
Mikoto's gaze—a mix of shock, shame, and utter contempt—made Qianyu hard… hard-pressed to find a hole to crawl into.
Behind Qianyu, Uchiha Lang's sneer had vanished. His face had gone completely green.
You two just met, you bastard! Even with the 'harass' suggestion, shouldn't the limit be holding hands or brushing against a leg? How dare you touch my goddess's…! And why didn't she dodge?! He was moving so slow!
What was this? Cucking himself?
Lang's mentality shattered. He was so angry his Sharingan flared back to life. If his aptitude wasn't lacking, he'd probably have rage-unlocked a Mangekyō right then. He'd never seen someone with such audacious balls!
Qianyu's mentality was equally shattered.
"So, uh, Mikoto…" Qianyu tried to explain. "I was under a genjutsu just now. Think about it—why would I do something like this in public?"
That bastard, forcing me to do something against my will with a genjutsu. I'm gonna kill him later… So soft.
Mikoto: "…Could you please remove your hand first?"
"Ah! Sorry, sorry!" Qianyu yanked his hand back, scratching his head awkwardly.
Mikoto's furrowed brows relaxed slightly. "You said you were under a genjutsu. Do you know who cast it?"
"That guy right behind us. Wait here, I'm going to settle this with him right now!"
Qianyu pointed an angry finger at Uchiha Lang behind him, then used it as an excuse to stand up and flee the scene.
Fuck me, too damn embarrassing. No one else knew he was under a genjutsu. Thank god most people were focused on the matches below. Few had noticed.
Uchiha Lang…? What he said might be true.
Watching Qianyu leave, Mikoto adjusted her undergarments and pondered silently.
"Hey, you bastard over there! If you're a man, follow me now!"
Qianyu walked up to Lang's seat, hooked a finger provocatively at him, then turned and strode toward the stairs without looking back.
Qianyu was certain Lang would follow.
He was, after all, Fugaku's invited guest. Yet this guy still dared to mess with him. Clearly, he was an impulsive fool ruled by emotion.
You better swallow your pride and turtle up, you little shit. Otherwise, I'm gonna beat you to a pulp! Qianyu thought through gritted teeth.
Sure enough, upon hearing Qianyu's words, Lang didn't hesitate. He shot to his feet.
"Uchiha Lang! What are you doing? He's the Young Master's guest! You tread carefully!"
"Lang, what's the plan? A fight? Want a few of us to come with you?"
His clansmen nearby reacted—some trying to stop him, others offering support.
"Stay out of it. I'll handle this alone. Any consequences, I, Uchiha Lang, will bear them!"
With that, Lang left his seat and followed Qianyu.
…
Without a word, they left the building, one after the other, arriving at a secluded training ground.
BAM!
The next instant, Qianyu whirled. His foot slammed into the ground. His fist shot out like a cannonball, aimed straight at Lang behind him.
"Hmph! Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu!"
Lang snorted, leaping into the air with a tap of his toe. Hands formed seals mid-flight. He spat out a barrage of flame petals that scattered like wind-blown seeds.
"Earth Style: Mud Wall!"
Facing the crisscrossing flames from all sides, Qianyu crouched and slapped the earth. A wall of mud topped with a dog's head erupted, easily blocking the incoming fire.
Swish!
At the same time, Qianyu used the wall as cover to dive into the ground. He emerged instantly behind Lang, his chakra scalpel driving deep into the other's back.
Squelch.
The moment it pierced, Qianyu knew the feel was wrong. He twisted sideways just as a kunai stabbed from behind—from the real Lang.
Flicker.
Their close-quarters forms blurred apart, putting distance between them.
"Substitution Technique?" Qianyu flexed his wrist. "The Sharingan really is a pain to deal with."
The Sharingan could see chakra flow. Lang must have guessed his move, leaving a substitute behind as bait.
Impulsive, but his combat thinking is sharp. Qianyu observed the other with newfound wariness.
Lang was also sizing up Qianyu's condition.
Both Lava Release and that strange 'Paper Release' must drain a ton of chakra. In his current state, he probably can't use them. Otherwise, he would've dodged my attack with that 'Paper Release'.
Thinking this, Lang felt confident. To him, a fight was a fight. There was no 'dishonorable victory'—only victory or defeat.
Swish!
Four shuriken suddenly appeared in Lang's left hand. Qianyu braced to dodge, but in the next moment, four sharp earthen spikes shot from the ground, stabbing at him from different angles.
"Ninja Art: Needle Jizo!"
At the last possible second, Qianyu's hair billowed and hardened like steel needles, encasing his entire body in a protective shell.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The earth spikes collided with the chakra-hardened needles, ringing like struck metal. Momentum shattered them instantly. They couldn't advance an inch.
"Used the shuriken in his left hand to draw my attention, while secretly using Earth Release… This guy's got some tricks!"
Qianyu suddenly realized—he really needed to spar and fight more often.
Both his previous fight with Rasa and this one with Lang had given him invaluable combat experience. This was something theory and system rewards couldn't provide.
"This Qianyu's reflexes are insane. And he's been avoiding eye contact the whole time. A terrifying opponent."
Lang's expression turned grave. He could tell Qianyu had no prior experience fighting Uchiha.
Yet in just two exchanges, the other had neutralized his disadvantage. How was that possible?
Swish!
They moved simultaneously. Qianyu drew a scalpel from his sleeve, meeting Lang's lunging kunai.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Their blades met. The rapid, crisp clashing of steel was like shattering silver and galloping cavalry.
This was Qianyu's first time fighting an Uchiha. The Sharingan was a real headache. Before his moves even fully formed, his opponent could see his next action.
The Sharingan really is something. No wonder Itachi kept using his even when he was almost blind. Damn, I want a pair so bad!
For a moment, Qianyu actually empathized with Danzō Shimura. Fighting Lang had stoked his desire for those red eyes all over again.
"I've treated plenty of Uchiha. Why hasn't the system rewarded me with a pair of those red eyeballs?!"
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