Naruto : My AI System is Really That Powerful

Clang!

The Cloud-nin reacted swiftly, raising his ninjatō to block Jun's kunai.

Poof! Poof!

Anko split into two clones. Now three Ankōs moved in unison, forming seals to synchronize with Jun's attack.

"Hmph!"

The Cloud-nin scoffed, ignoring Jun's incoming punch. With one hand, he weaved hand signs at lightning speed.

"Lightning Style: Thunder Wave!"

CRACK!

A bolt of lightning shot toward one of the Ankōs.

The seasoned Cloud-nin had already pinpointed the real one.

Anko was forced to break her jutsu mid-cast, diving away. Her clones burst into smoke.

"Hrrgh!"

Jun's kunai clashed with the blade again. "Take this—my strongest kidney strike!"

WHUMP!

His fist slammed into the Cloud-nin's side.

The man's eyes bulged. He clearly hadn't expected such a powerful punch from a kid.

"Urgh!"

ZZZZZZT!

Chakra surged. The Cloud-nin flared with lightning, forcing Jun to leap back as the energy crackled all around him.

"Cough…" Blood trickled from the Cloud-nin's mouth.

He looked at Jun's glowing Sharingan in disbelief.

"Uchiha… cough… when the hell… did you start training taijutsu?"

This was unexpected.

Uchiha. A name that evoked elegance, precision—deadly beauty on the battlefield. High-born, untouchable.

The Cloud-nin gritted his teeth. "Are you really an Uchiha?"

But those eyes didn't lie.

Jun's gaze sparkled. "Anko—he's hurt. Hit him again while he's down."

"Bastard!!" The Cloud-nin slammed his sword back into its sheath. "Don't look down on me!"

Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt!

Lightning surged wildly as he summoned chakra in raw, violent waves.

If close combat had backfired, then brute force would decide it.

A breeze swept across the clearing.

But the two Konoha genin—Jun and Anko—who had just been shouting about "striking while the enemy's weak"… had vanished.

Just like Mizuki before them, they were gone.

The Cloud-nin stood blinking.

He stared into the rustling trees, his eyes hollow.

"…?"

He stopped weaving hand signs and turned toward the other battlefield.

Forget it. He'd deal with this persistent Inuzuka woman first, then come back to slaughter the brats.

But just as he shifted—

Whoosh!

A sound tore through the wind.

He spun and slashed hard. "Hah! I knew it, filthy Konoha rats!"

He braced for the impact of steel on steel—

…nothing.

Thok!

He turned. A giant shuriken was embedded in a tree two meters away.

His face flushed red.

"Are you mocking me?"

A blur ducked behind a nearby tree. The Cloud-nin caught a glimpse—it was the kid who'd run earlier.

"Bastard! Die!!"

With a roar, the Cloud-nin charged into the trees.

A few steps in, he emerged on the bank of a winding river.

He crept forward cautiously now. These genin… were a pain.

Splash!

Anko burst from the water. "Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu!"

FWOOOSH!

The Cloud-nin's blade crackled with lightning. He cut through the stream of fire effortlessly.

Splash!

Another figure rose. "Take this, from the great me—Mizuki!"

Whoosh!

The Cloud-nin reacted instantly, swinging wide—

CRACK!

His blade smashed a river stone into dust.

"Damn you!"

He gritted his teeth. More tricks.

But he grinned, raising his sword.

Lightning exploded from him. His ninjatō surged blue with unstable chakra, spitting sparks and arcs.

"You brats really screwed yourselves—fighting in the water. Die!!"

Closer. Just a bit more.

Once his lightning-coated blade hit the river, the entire area would be an electric trap. At best, the brats would be fried. At worst, they'd be paralyzed and helpless.

Then it would be like spearing fish.

Wait… the Uchiha boy. Where was he?

That thought surfaced just as—

Splash!

A quiet shift in the current.

"Take this—my strongest kidney strike!!"

The red-eyed teen appeared from a blind spot near the riverbank, lunging with a punch.

The Cloud-nin remembered the earlier blow and twisted to block.

But—!

His blade cut through thin air.

A clone!?

Too late!

A shadow dropped from above.

THUNK!

"Gghh…"

The Cloud-nin froze, eyes wide.

He—he was taken out… by genin?

His lightning flickered out.

His body crashed into the river with a heavy splash.

From the shore, Anko and Mizuki stared, shocked, at the kunai buried deep in the back of the Cloud-nin's neck.

"Jun, that was amazing!"

Anko cheered, leaping to the bank, eyes glowing with excitement.

Jun, quiet, took a deep breath.

He looked down at the floating corpse and muttered, "Don't underestimate a Konoha genin… you bastard."

Born into war, raised on loss—he'd seen enough to bury the nausea.

His first kill wasn't as difficult as he'd imagined.

Mizuki climbed up beside them, pouting. "You actually took out a Cloud chunin… bastard."

Anko grinned. "You were holding back all along, huh? You've got Fire Style and clone jutsu down cold—how the hell were you last in our class?"

Jun just pulled a tight smile.

From the moment the system had taught him Fire Style, chakra control and jutsu basics had imprinted on his body like second nature.

The Three Basic Jutsu? He didn't even need to consciously train them.

He crouched and picked up the fallen ninjatō, tugging the sheath from the Cloud-nin's back and slinging it over his shoulder.

This sword was his now.

It was longer than he preferred, not quite the compact blade he'd been imagining. But…

He patted the hilt, satisfied. It could channel chakra.

One goal—achieved.

"Come on," Jun said, turning toward the forest. "Let's go help the captain."

In the shinobi world, power was everything. Respect came with strength—and after that fight, Jun's words held weight.

Anko and Mizuki, who'd followed his lead and helped secure victory, had no complaints.

They slipped back into the woods.

Anko huffed at Mizuki. "Quit running every time there's a fight. Look at Jun—he hid his skills until the right moment. You didn't contribute anything."

Mizuki scowled. "Didn't contribute?! If it weren't for my shuriken, that Cloud-nin wouldn't have chased us to the river! And my rock throwing? Spot-on."

Anko: "…"

Jun looked back with a smirk. "To be fair, Mizuki's got his uses. He always runs—but never far. He hides and waits to strike."

Mizuki blinked. That… that sounded like praise?

He beamed. "See, Anko? Jun gets it!"

"Hmph." Anko rolled her eyes but didn't argue.

Her gaze lingered on the sword slung over Jun's back, envy flickering in her eyes.

Battle merits.

Real, earned battle merits.