The Uchiha clan were, after all, descendants of the Sage of Six Paths. There were very few among them who were ugly.
At the very least, Ryota Uchiha was also a delicate-looking little boy—well, ignoring that gloomy gaze of his…
If appearance had rankings, he could barely make the list!
'Hmph, I've finally found my chance!!'
When Ryota saw that his opponent was Akira, not only did he not feel afraid—he was extremely excited and agitated.
He had long wanted to teach this fellow, who was always "showing off and stealing the spotlight," a lesson.
Especially… recently he had even come up with those annoying "question booklets." Ryota had personally experienced what true pain meant. If he weren't still too young, he felt he would have already awakened his Sharingan…
In the field, the two stood facing each other.
Ryota stared at Akira with a gloomy look, the corner of his mouth lifting into a standard Uchiha smile. "I'll let you know that written exams and practical class grades are all meaningless. Only real combat is the standard to test a ninja's strength!!"
His overall grades weren't bad, but he couldn't compare to geniuses—mid-to-upper level. Not all members of the Uchiha clan were geniuses.
However, he was very confident in real combat.
Because he had a Genin older brother who often accompanied him in real combat training. He confidently believed that in real combat, he would absolutely be first!
Akira nodded modestly. "Mm, I also know that written and practical class grades don't represent everything. So please give me plenty of guidance, Ryota…"
After all, he had already agreed with Shinku Uncle to show restraint—so no parent would come knocking on their door accusing him of bullying classmates. That wouldn't look good…
"Hmph!" Akira's modest attitude did not comfort Ryota. Instead, he felt mocked, and couldn't help but snort coldly.
That was the Uchiha clan—stubborn to the point of obsession! They only acknowledged their own reasoning and rarely changed their thoughts or views.
Commonly known as paranoid!
A trace of disdain appeared in his gloomy eyes. "Then let's begin. I hope you can last a little longer against me, so you won't disgrace your so-called title of genius!"
He emphasized the word "genius," clearly unwilling to accept it.
He wanted to drag Akira, this so-called genius, down from his pedestal—using this real combat to restore the glory of the Uchiha clan.
Their clan were the true geniuses!!
"Oh, let's begin." Akira didn't care about the hostility. Uchiha were like that—could a transmigrator not know?
Besides, outstanding people being envied was normal.
In his previous life's novels, the protagonist attracted hatred wherever he went. Conflict created plot—just like how the system triggered missions.
The two formed the Seal of Opposition, marking the start of combat!
Without a word, Ryota launched the first attack. As expected of an Uchiha—he truly had some skill.
His forward dash wasn't slow. With just a few strides, he had already closed the distance, clenched his fist, and threw a straight punch aimed directly at Akira's face.
The force wasn't light. If that punch landed, there would definitely be nosebleed and tears streaming down.
No matter how handsome someone was, looking like that would drastically reduce others' impression—and popularity would plummet!
'What a vicious thought!' Akira believed he had seen through the intention behind that punch. Attacking his handsome face—how vicious!
Didn't he even know the rule of "don't hit the face"?
How exactly did the Uchiha clan raise their kids?
Just as the fist was about to hit him, Akira tilted his head—like a master showing off—barely and dangerously avoiding the punch.
At the same time, he lowered his body and swept a leg toward Ryota's legs!
"Not bad reaction!" Ryota gave a composed smile, fully embodying Uchiha pretentiousness. His punch missed, but the sweeping kick came.
He jumped off the ground with both legs, evading the sweep mid-air, and at the same time swiftly lashed out his right leg, aiming straight at Akira's head.
His short leg even cut through the air slightly, proving the strength of the strike.
There was no way Akira could block this decisive blow—this was a sure-win technique his older brother had taught him. He was certain of victory!
"You're not bad either. As expected of the Uchiha clan!" Akira casually praised him. After all, in battle, praising your opponent first made defeating them even more effective—pretentiousness should be done properly.
With extremely fast reaction, Akira raised his left arm to block the incoming kick. After deflecting it, he lifted his leg and delivered a kick—
Bang…
With a dull thud, the airborne Ryota had no way to dodge. He was struck solidly by Akira's kick and flew out like a torn sack…
Rolling several times on the ground, clutching his stomach and crying out in pain…
Ryota's eyes were filled with disbelief and confusion.
How could Akira block his decisive strike and still have strength left to counterattack?
Impossible!!
The plot shouldn't have developed like this!!
It should have been him calmly defeating Akira. Where did it go wrong?!
"Phew, that was close!" Akira wiped imaginary cold sweat from his forehead and said with lingering fear, "I almost lost!"
"..." Ryota's face flushed red. He didn't know whether it was from losing so easily or from Akira's words…
Recalling his earlier confident declaration, his body trembled in humiliation.
However, Uchiha pride did not allow him to deny defeat. Climbing up from the ground, he clenched his fists, then loosened them, lowered his head, and said dejectedly, "I lost…"
[Ding. Mission complete. Reward issued…]
Hearing the system notification and the information surfacing in his mind, Akira's lips curved slightly. Mission complete, reward granted—not bad at all.
He cupped his fist politely toward Ryota. "Thank you for the match."
They formed the Seal of Reconciliation and withdrew from the field.
With victory decided, cheers erupted from the surroundings—mostly from the girls, their faces full of excitement.
Akira had actually defeated a member of the Uchiha clan in real combat—and so easily and confidently. Too strong!
It was foreseeable that after this practical combat match, Akira's popularity in class would rise even further…
"What? It ended so quickly?" Asuma Sarutobi clicked his tongue, though there was seriousness in his eyes. "That guy really was fooling people. You really can't believe what he says…"
Did that look like someone who "wasn't good at real combat"?
That guy didn't have a single honest word!
On the other side, watching from not far away, Rin Nohara also showed a somewhat excited expression. Obito Uchiha ground his teeth secretly, feeling extremely unhappy.
"Damn it, what's so great about being a genius?!"
Before, Rin wouldn't show that kind of expression.
But recently, he had noticed that Rin would occasionally take the initiative to talk with Akira. Although he hadn't heard what they talked about, her smile already explained many things.
So unfair!
Damn it—so what if he's a genius, so what if he's handsome?!
He swore that one day, he would make Rin show that kind of smile to him too…
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