Chapter 138: You call this the last one? Sasuke's mentality collapsed!
Yamada-sensei cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "The rules of the competition are simple." He picked up a handful of small pebbles from the ground and weighed them in his hand. "In a moment, I will throw 10 pebbles into the air. What you need to do is hit them with shuriken before they land. Whoever hits the most wins. For the sake of fairness, you can decide the order of your turns yourselves." Yamada-sensei looked at Sasuke and Naruto.
"I'll go first!" Sasuke stepped forward without hesitation. He had to go first. With an impeccable, overwhelming score, he would completely crush Naruto's ridiculous confidence. He, Uchiha Sasuke, would make everyone see who the true genius was!
"Sasuke-kun! You can do it!" Sakura immediately transformed into a cheerleader, waving her small fists. "Show that idiot what you're capable of!"
Sasuke ignored Sakura. He walked to the throwing line, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a crimson tomoe clearly emerged in his dark pupils! Sharingan!
"Oh my god! It's the Sharingan!" "Sasuke-kun actually used his Sharingan!" "He's definitely going to win this competition!" The students gasped in surprise. In their eyes, the Sharingan was synonymous with invincibility.
Naruto looked at the tomoe in Sasuke's eye, his gaze slightly narrowing. Is this... the Uchiha Clan's Bloodline Limit? Previously, due to Uchiha Itachi's death, Sasuke, overcome with grief, finally awakened his Sharingan, though it was only a single tomoe and its development was still very low.
Yamada-sensei also nodded when he saw Sasuke activate his Sharingan. When facing moving targets, the Sharingan's dynamic vision indeed offers a huge advantage.
"Are you ready?" Yamada-sensei asked.
"Anytime." Sasuke's voice was full of confidence.
"Then..." Yamada-sensei suddenly flung his arm up! "Begin!" Whoosh! 10 pebbles of varying sizes were instantly thrown into the air. The moment the pebbles left his hand, Sasuke moved! His body sank slightly, and his right hand, swift as lightning, drew a shuriken from his ninja tool pouch. The entire sequence of movements was fluid and seamless.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! In his Sharingan, the tomoe spun rapidly. Every pebble in the sky—its trajectory, speed, and angle—was seen clearly by him! Thud! The first pebble shattered upon impact! Thud! Thud! The second! The third! Sasuke's attack speed was extremely fast, his arm almost a blur. One shuriken after another precisely caught up with the rapidly falling pebbles.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Another 5 crisp sounds! 8! In just a few short seconds, he had already hit 8 pebbles!
"Amazing! As expected of Sasuke-kun!" Among the crowd, exclamations of admiration rose and fell. However, there were still 2 pebbles. They had been thrown by Yamada-sensei with intentionally tricky methods and were now about to land. Sasuke's brows furrowed tightly. No time! The angle is too off! He quickly made a judgment, flicked his wrist, and the last 2 shuriken flew out!
Thud! The ninth pebble was hit! But for the last one, it was too late; the pebble had already landed on the ground. Although Sasuke's Sharingan could help him accurately hit the pebbles, his physical reaction was still slightly lacking.
"Tap." A soft sound. "10 pebbles, 9 hit!" Yamada-sensei loudly announced the score, his voice filled with barely concealed admiration. "Uchiha Sasuke, 9 points!" This score was already astonishing! One must know, these were not stationary targets, but pebbles moving at high speed with no predictable trajectory! To achieve this was enough to prove that Sasuke's talent in shuriken throwing far surpassed his peers.
"Wow—! Sasuke-kun is amazing!" The girls' screams almost tore the training ground apart. Sasuke's chest rose and fell slightly. He turned his head and looked down at Naruto. "Dead last? Did you see that? This is the insurmountable gap between you and me. 9 points. Let's see how you'll surpass that!"
Everyone's gaze once again converged on Naruto. Only this time, in their eyes, besides mockery, there was also a hint of pity. In the face of Sasuke's astonishing performance, Naruto's upcoming challenge was destined to become a joke.
"Naruto-kun..." Hinata nervously clutched the corner of her clothes, her palms sweating. She knew Naruto had become much stronger, but... That was Sasuke! The top student of their class! A genius of the Uchiha who had activated his Sharingan! Naruto... could he really do it?
Naruto met everyone's gaze and slowly walked to the throwing line. He ignored the chatter around him. He simply closed his eyes. Adjusting his state. The entire world seemed to fall silent. The sound of the wind. The rustling of leaves. The breathing of his classmates. Everything became incredibly clear. A few seconds later, Naruto slowly opened his eyes. He became even more focused.
Yamada-sensei's heart stirred, and he raised his arm again. This time, he used all his strength! He threw the 10 pebbles in his hand with a technique like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, sending them flying in all directions! The trajectories of these 10 pebbles were more complex and trickier than those Sasuke had faced just now! "Begin!" Yamada-sensei roared.
Everyone held their breath. It's over. That idiot won't even hit one!
Naruto moved. His movements were swift. He quickly drew 10 shuriken. Then, with a posture no one could understand, he threw them, all at once! Not throwing them one by one. But 10 shuriken, exploding from his fingertips at the same instant! Whoosh—!!! A sharp whooshing sound echoed! The 10 shuriken, in the air, transformed into 10 black streaks of lightning! They didn't fly in straight lines. Instead, they carved 10 arcs in the air! As if an invisible giant hand was controlling them!
The next second. Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! 10 crisp popping sounds, almost at the same time, rang out simultaneously!
Silence. The entire back mountain training ground was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone maintained their original posture, unmoving, as if they had been collectively petrified.
10 sounds... it was 10 sounds! This meant... the second, the third, the fourth... 10 pebbles. Without exception. Every single one was precisely shattered by a shuriken! 10 shots. All hits! Is this still that dead last?
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