"Is Temari crazy? She's already going all out from the very start of the fight!"
In the stands, Kankuro's face was full of astonishment.
But then he thought about it. Maybe this was her only chance—catch Itsuki off guard.
If the battle dragged on, Temari would surely lose.
"But still… I didn't expect Itsuki's ability to actually be Wood Style."
His lips curled into a smirk. "In that case, maybe I should consider making him my brother-in-law."
He tapped his chin, muttering to himself, "Of course, Temari is the princess of our Sand Village. Even if Itsuki has Wood Style, he'd have to marry into our family."
Kankuro's imagination started running wild, and he kept muttering nonsense—until a cold voice cut in.
"Shut up," Gaara's murderous glare landed on him. "I'll kill you."
Kankuro instantly stiffened, slapped his hands over his mouth, and shuffled away as far as he could.
Only when he was a safe distance from his terrifying little brother did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Being Gaara's brother… really wasn't easy.
On the field, Temari's greatest trump card clashed against Itsuki's defense.
For ordinary genin, even many chunin, Temari's jutsu was catastrophic.
Her Sickle Weasel techniques could level entire forests. In the original story, Sound ninja was completely defeated by this move.
But unfortunately for her, her opponent was Senju Itsuki.
Calm as ever, Itsuki pressed his palm to the ground and formed seals.
Wood Style: Wood Locking Wall!
Two rows of thick wooden pillars curved upward, joining to form an arch-like barrier around him.
Clang—clang—clang!
Sickle Weasel's wind blades shredded the grove of trees first, then hammered against the wooden wall.
But all they left behind were shallow cuts.
Not a single plank broke. Not even a splinter fell away.
"Hiss!" In the stands, Tenten's scalp prickled. "That woman… She feels like my natural enemy. Her wind completely restrains me."
She exhaled in relief. "Good thing I'm not fighting her, or I'd have no hope of winning!"
Even with her "200% group buff" from the system, it probably wouldn't matter against Temari's wind.
Temari's attack raged for minutes. The entire arena floor was wrecked—tiles shattered, earth torn apart.
But when the storm died, Itsuki's wooden wall still stood, solid and unbroken.
Temari panted heavily, her fan drooping in her grip. "So strong…"
She had thrown everything into her techniques, but Itsuki hadn't even moved his feet. He just stood there, smiling, untouched.
That kind of strength was depressing.
Itsuki released the wall, letting the wood retreat into the earth.
Still smiling, he asked, "From the looks of you, you're out of strength. Do you need me to give you time to recover?"
Temari glared at him fiercely, then sighed. She raised her right hand. "I give up."
Most of her chakra was already gone. She couldn't even repeat her strongest move, let alone create something greater.
Meanwhile, Itsuki still looked calm and effortless, as if he hadn't used up anything at all.
How was she supposed to fight that?
This gap… was too wide.
"You can admit defeat without shame—that's admirable." Itsuki gave her a thumbs-up.
Temari smirked, turned, and walked off the field.
Her surrender sent shockwaves through the audience.
Temari's attack power just now was already higher than many senior jonin. And yet… she couldn't even scratch Itsuki's defense.
The unspoken question rang through the stands:
Among all the candidates, who could even make Senju Itsuki fight seriously?
"Gaara…" Temari returned to the stands and leaned closer to her brother.
"If you don't use that power, you won't stand a chance against him. Even if you do, I'm not sure you can win."
Her words weren't ridicule—they were a warning.
Gaara would inevitably target Itsuki, but this was nothing like his past opponents.
Even with Shukaku's strength, Itsuki might still be untouchable.
Temari's chest tightened with worry.
But Gaara's whole body trembled with excitement. He barely managed to rasp out in his hoarse voice:
"So… he is the one I must kill most. Senju Itsuki… I'll kill you, and prove my existence with your blood!"
Temari clenched her fists. She wanted to stop him, to calm him down—but she knew she couldn't.
She could only pray silently that things between Itsuki and Gaara wouldn't spiral into life and death.
Maybe I can talk to Itsuki later…
Back in the stands, Itsuki was greeted with cheers and congratulations from friends.
Even Naruto, who usually refused to bow to anyone, was grinning ear to ear, practically wagging his tail.
"Hey, Itsuki! Teach me some moves when you've got time, alright? If I learn just one of your tricks, beating Sasuke won't be a dream anymore!"
His thoughts spun off, and he clenched his fists with fiery passion. "Yeah! Once I beat my next opponent, I'll train with Itsuki, master the ultimate secret technique, and then laugh in Sasuke's face!"
He covered his mouth and burst out laughing, clearly imagining the scene.
Beside him, Rock Lee pumped his fists. "No, Naruto! I will be the next one to fight! I've already completed one thousand push-ups today—my training method from Guy-sensei! I'm ready!"
But before their argument could go further, the electronic screen flashed with the next matchup.
Uzumaki Naruto VS Inuzuka Kiba!
Naruto froze for a second—then exploded with joy.
"Yes! It's me! Finally my turn! You've all been waiting, and now the star is here!!"
He was glowing, utterly convinced the entire arena was waiting for his shining moment.
Beside him, Rock Lee deflated like a balloon, disappointed it wasn't his turn. But he still encouraged Naruto.
"Well then, Naruto… I look forward to defeating our opponents and meeting each other in the finals!"
"Pfft, lame and cold!" Naruto grinned, brimming with confidence.
Meanwhile, not far away, Kiba was also cheering happily.
"Hahaha! What luck, Akamaru—we're definitely gonna win this one!"
He remembered Naruto's pitiful Academy days—transforming into a crooked, hunched version of the Third Hokage, with droopy eyes and a slanted mouth.
Kiba laughed out loud just thinking about it.
That clown had no chance against him.
"Hinata—Shino—just watch! I'll win this in no time!" Kiba said, brimming with overconfidence. "I've already got this fight in the bag!"
He hugged Akamaru and leapt down from the stands.
Hinata raised her hand, her lips parting slightly. "Kiba… I…"
But he was already gone.
Her cheeks flushed red as she recalled the future video she had once seen.
Finally, in a whisper only she could hear, she said, "Be careful…"
...
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