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Konoha Year 26, the rear mountain of Naka Shrine.

Uchiha Naori's long hair billowed as she stood on a jutting boulder. Her beautiful eyes were moist, yet her gaze was like an ancient well, utterly still.

Directly in front of her, two sword-wielding figures faced each other. Sunlight cut through layers of wind-borne dust and fell upon the Uchiha Fan Symbol on their backs.

A murderous tension filled the wind, the scorching heat like a blade—everything was poised to explode.

The man on the left glanced sideways and gave a cold snort. "What, are the two of you going to gang up on me in a moment?"

The man on the right let out a short laugh. "Takumi, you think too highly of yourself. I alone am more than enough to take you down."

Uchiha Takumi's brow tightened, a shadow of gravity flashing in his eyes. "Uchiha Naka, I hear you've awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan."

At those words, Naka cast Naori a barely noticeable look; his eyelid twitched slightly before he quickly looked away.

"What's wrong? Scared?"

"Scared?" Uchiha Takumi bared the edge of his blade. "It's thanks to the genjutsu of those eyes that you beat so many opponents, but I'm different. If you lump me in with the fodder you cut down at will, you're making a huge mistake!"

"You may not realize it, but every opponent I've defeated was just as confident as you are before the fight began. I'm quite used to it." Naka opened his eyes; a pair of Mangekyō bloomed with blood-red light. "Once we start, you'll understand—the gulf between the Mangekyō and an ordinary three-tomoe Sharingan is an abyss that cannot be crossed!"

Takumi likewise activated his own three-tomoe. He glanced warily at Naori and called out, "Captain Naori is known for her integrity; surely she wouldn't stoop to a cowardly back-stab!"

Naori lifted her gaze, vermilion lips parting. "I won't interfere in the contest for clan head. I stand here only to make sure you don't kill each other."

Naka shrugged at Takumi, raising a brow. "Relax, coward—she's on your side."

Veins bulged on Takumi's forehead; he felt his dignity insulted and barked, "Are you kidding me!"

Everyone in the clan knew Uchiha Naori was Naka's firmest pillar, the strongest supporter of his branch.

Their alliance had swiftly ended a year-long internal strife. Naka's strength plus Naori and the entire Police Force's prestige had propelled him to his current zenith; only a few competitors were still holding on.

And he, Uchiha Takumi—the foremost fire-style prodigy in the entire clan and even Konoha—was one of those last competitors!

"Well then…" Naori's voice was icy. Her pale hand rose slowly in the dusty wind, then dropped like a guillotine. "Begin!"

Both men jerked their heads up. Dust exploded beneath their feet, and with a crisp clang of metal, they were already trading blows.

Naka's eyes churned like spirals, trying to drag his opponent's soul into the abyss; he unleashed his ocular power without reservation from the very start.

But Takumi was clearly prepared. Relying on the Sharingan's insight, he blocked every attack with ease even while ignoring anything above his opponent's shoulders.

"Uchiha Style: Sword Flame Leap!"

Takumi flicked his blade upward, parrying Naka's slash. A tongue of crimson fire ignited along the blade, the dancing flame gliding through the air and grazing Naka's nose by a hair's breadth.

Naka retreated swiftly. The same Sword Flame Leap lit his sword; the two slashed simultaneously, twin orange-red arcs meeting in mid-air and erupting into a splash of fiery waves.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

The instant he landed, Naka finished his hand seals. A burning fireball spewed forth—while, head-on, a fireball the size of a tavern roared toward him!

The two masses collided violently; scorching wind shot upward, forming a towering wall of flame.

"Not bad at all." Naka chuckled softly.

The wall lasted less than two seconds before shattering. Takumi's fireball rampaged like a maddened bull; Naka rolled right to evade.

"Fire Release: Flame Whirlwind!"

Takumi's deep shout sent chakra surging, breeze swelling around him. Pushing both palms forward, he launched a massive cone of fire that blazed across the valley in crimson light.

"You really do look down on me." Naka remained unmoved, the glare almost devouring his silhouette.

Before he could respond, Takumi formed seals again, gathering all his fire chakra in his throat.

"Fire Release: Dragon Flame Singing Technique!"

Pressing a single hand to his lips, he spewed four colossal dragon heads of flame. They tore through the sea of fire, merging with the whirlwind, raising a sky-piercing tornado like four meteors crashing down upon Naka below!

Having done all this, Takumi showed signs of exhaustion. His steps faltered, nearly toppling, sweat beading on his brow in the firelight.

Obviously, that last technique had nearly drained all his chakra.

His Sharingan narrowed to pinpoints as he watched Naka swallowed by the inferno, the figure fading inch by inch.

Suddenly, a lightly mocking voice drifted out of the flames.

"That's your full power?"

To Takumi's horror, Naka strolled out of the blaze, steps leisurely.

His twin pupils turned quietly, a sacred aura plating his body. Any flame that touched him snuffed out instantly, dissolving into pure azure chakra that scattered to the winds.

"My ocular jutsu nullifies all ninjutsu. It reverts any chakra-based technique to its original state."

The sea of fire parted as if opening a path for him. A vicious smile tugged at Naka's lips; gripping his sword one-handed, he stomped the ground hard!

The blade flashed toward Takumi, the killing intent ice-cold. But Takumi had lost all strength—along with it, his fighting spirit and pride had been shattered by those beautiful eyes.

'Even if I used that jutsu… it would be pointless…'

At that moment a faint drawing sound rang out. A streak of steel shot from the side; with a clang, sparks scattered over Takumi's head.

Naori had activated her Sharingan, firmly parrying Naka's longsword.

"That's enough," she said coldly.

Naka met her detached gaze; his own darkened, lips taut with a trace of savagery, killing intent undiminished.

Yet it quickly receded, like a beast sheathing its fangs. Lifting his sword, he shrugged. "Fine. As agreed—maim, not kill."

Only then did Naori look at Takumi, gaze aloof from above. "The match is decided. You've lost."

Takumi's lips trembled. Not until the two of them left the canyon and a breeze swept over him did a chill jolt him awake.

"Damn…"

"Damn! Damn!!"

"What is this—charity?"

"What do you take my dignity for…?"

"Is this your scheme—shatter all my pride and then bestow false mercy? I don't need your pity!"

"Uchiha Naori, you're a hundred times worse than Naka!!!"

He stared hard at their retreating figures, eyes nearly cracking, a raging fire igniting in his gaze. The seed called "revenge" had already taken root deep within his heart.

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