Chapter 50: These Legs Could Cause a Blissful Fracture!
The main venue of the Chunin Exams.
Uzumaki Naruto stood in the center of the arena.
The sudden awakening of the Uzumaki Sage Bodylast night made him feel great. He hadn't slept all night, yet he was still full of energy.
At this moment, the other candidates—even someone as cold as Gaara—carried a sense of tension as if preparing for a life-and-death struggle.
But only Naruto had his hands in his pockets, still yawning and looking around lazily.
However, this seemingly casual glance revealed a completely different scene to his eyes.
He could now clearly perceive the heartbeats and body temperatures of others. His gaze didn't linger on his murderous opponents at all; instead, it passed directly through the crowd, locking onto several sources of Chakra in the spectator stands that caught his eye.
[Oh my, is this the standard for the finals? The quality of the beauties is clearly a level higher than in the preliminaries.]
Naruto's inner thoughts began broadcasting on time across the heavenly curtain that spanned the Ninja World.
Above the contestants' break passage, Temaristood with a look of impatience, her massive Three-Star Fan resting beside her. One foot was habitually propped on the railing, her thigh and calf folded at a pleasing angle.
[Oho? The big sister of the Hidden Sand Villageis looking very spirited today.]
Naruto narrowed his eyes slightly. On the surface, he seemed to be observing his opponent, but in reality, his gaze was like a hook, following the leg propped on the railing upward.
[This posture is practically testing the railing's endurance, as well as my own self-control.]
[Speaking of which, did she get a new pair of fishnet stockings? Yesterday's mesh looked wider, but today's is clearly finer and denser, squeezing that fleshiness even tighter.]
[Especially the part where the knee bends, that small area of the Absolute Territory being squeezed... Tsk tsk. If I were clamped by these legs... cough, if I were kicked by a Wind Releasemove from these legs, it would probably be a type of blissful pain even if it resulted in a fracture.]
Clang!
Temari, who had been posing by the railing, slipped. The unfortunate iron railing let out a dull thud, a section of it actually bent by the Chakra she had unconsciously released.
Temari abruptly pulled her leg back, her pretty face flushing crimson. Her emerald eyes searched around murderously before finally locking onto the innocent-looking blond back in the center of the field.
"That damn perverted brat..."
She gritted her teeth, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the Three-Star Fan. Not only was he evaluating her legs, but he even looked at the mesh size of her fishnets that closely?!
Did he install the Sharingan into those thieving eyes of his?!
[Ding!]
However, the system notification sound that made her want to hit someone even more rang out cheerfully in her mind at an inopportune moment.
[Detected that the host 'Temari' is currently undergoing an extremely professional Absolute Territory appreciation by Uzumaki Naruto.]
[In his heart, he has given your legs an evaluation of being capable of causing a blissful fracture.]
[Reward Issued: Wind Release: Vacuum Wave(Leg Instant-Cast Version). Your leg meridians have been modified. Kicking motions will automatically trigger compressed air explosions. Now you can truly kick your way to the grand finale.]
A powerful current of air instantly surged through Temari's calf muscles. The sensation of explosive power made her feel both ashamed and startled.
"I can't believe it actually gave such a perverted reward..." Temari took a deep breath, calming her racing heart. "Just you wait, brat. When we face off, I'll make sure you get a good taste of what a blissful fracture feels like!"
Naruto had no idea he had once again danced on the edge of death; his gaze had already shifted in another direction.
Anko Mitarashi, the examiner and head of on-site security, was standing in the shadows. Her iconic fishnet inner lining paired with a trench coat, and a toothpick still dangling from her mouth, gave her a wild appearance.
[Anko-sensei is also quite good. This wild style is like a breath of fresh air in a formal competition.]
[That aura of being able to step on someone at any moment, combined with those slightly tattered edges of her clothes... If she were given a small leather whip, the ratings for this match would definitely double.]
In the distance, Anko's lip twitched, and she bit the toothpick clean in half. She reached out to pull at her collar, her gaze turning dangerous.
"Stupid brat... The fight hasn't even started and he's already acting like he's in heat. A leather whip, huh? You're in for it later."
At this moment, Naruto, standing in the center of the arena, suddenly felt a chill down his spine, as if he were being stared at by dozens of venomous snakes simultaneously.
"Strange, why does the sun feel a bit cold today?"
He rubbed his arms, mindlessly chalking it all up to the early signs of a cold.
"Everyone! Thank you for waiting!"
Shiranui Genma, serving as the chief examiner, held a senbon in his mouth and coolly raised a hand. His voice, amplified by Chakra, spread throughout the venue.
"The final round of the Chunin Selection Exams officially begins now!"
"First Round: Uzumaki Naruto vs. Hyuga Hinata!"
Whoosh—!
A burst of heated discussion erupted from the spectator stands.
Although everyone was looking forward to the duel between Uchiha Sasuke and Gaara, the spectacle of the Hyuga Clan's eldest daughter facing off against that Demon Fox Brat—a scenario of a noble fighting a beggar—was enough to pique their interest.
Especially the gamblers who had placed bets; they were frantically waving their tickets.
"The eldest daughter of the Hyuga Clan!"
High in the stands, Hyuga Hiashi sat in his reserved seat, his pure white eyes looking down emotionlessly. Beside him, Hyuga Neji of the branch family looked sullen because of his loss to Hinata in the preliminaries, but his eyes were also fixed on the arena.
Naruto felt that gaze.
That look was like someone watching a wild boar trying to steal their cabbage. It was filled with scrutiny and undisguised rejection, carrying a heavy pressure.
In the past, Naruto might have felt a bit afraid; after all, that was the head of a great clan.
But now?
[Tsk, that uncle with the constipated expression must be Hinata's dad, right?]
Naruto turned around, meeting Hiashi's gaze without fear, and even grinned, showing a brilliant smile that made one's teeth itch.
[Why are you glaring at me? No matter how much you glare, you can't change the fact that I'm your future son-in-law.]
[But then again, although this Old Man looks serious, his genes are truly excellent. No wonder he could have such a cute daughter like Hinata... And if this old fogey knew his daughter was going to wear fishnets for me, he'd probably have a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot, right?]
[Hehe, for the sake of my Father-in-law's health, I'd better restrain myself a little.]
Although Hiashi in the stands couldn't hear the inner thoughts, seeing that dead last's reckless smile caused the veins on his forehead to throb uncontrollably.
"A brat who doesn't know the heights of the heavens." Hiashi huffed coldly.
"Will both contestants please enter the arena!"
As Genma's voice fell, Hinata slowly walked out from the passage on the other side.
Today, she wasn't wearing that loose hoodie, but a tight, sleek dark training outfit, her long hair tied back efficiently. Her eyes, which usually looked down shyly, were now exceptionally firm, staring straight at Naruto.
That was the courage bestowed by that kiss late last night.
Looking at Hinata like this, Naruto's gaze immediately softened, and all those messy thoughts in his mind vanished.
[Ding!]
[Detected that the host is not only audaciously lecherous but has also become the most eye-catching handsome guy under the murderous intent of the experts and the gaze of his Father-in-law.]
[Acquired Instant Achievement: Center of Attention (LSP Version).]
[Reward Issued: All Attribute Resistance (Mental/Physical) increased by 20%.]
Naruto muttered something under his breath, then straightened his back and strode toward his opponent—the one he had already decided was his future wife.
The two stood facing each other. A domestic dispute that was destined to shock countless people was about to begin.