"Then I can only use that move to decide the winner!" Naruto thought, gritting his teeth. He searched for an opening to unleash his trump card while evading Sasuke's relentless attacks.
But Sasuke seemed to anticipate his every move. Not a single opportunity presented itself.
"Planning to use that Taijutsu move?" Sasuke taunted, his eyes glinting coldly. "You won't stand a chance, Naruto!"
Naruto froze for a moment. How did Sasuke know his trump card so clearly?!
A cold, mocking laugh escaped Sasuke's lips. "You want to defeat me? In your next life!"
Suddenly—shuriken flew in all directions!
It was Sasuke's exquisite Shuriken Technique. Naruto somersaulted back, narrowly dodging the deadly projectiles, but the distance between them widened, making it impossible for him to use his Taijutsu move now.
"Fire Release! Great Fireball Technique!"
Sasuke quickly formed hand signs, channeling chakra into a massive, roaring ball of fire—the signature move of the Uchiha clan.
Iruka's eyes widened, as did everyone else's.
"That… that move…"
"Sasuke! Stop this at once!"
But it was too late. Sasuke exhaled violently, releasing the massive fireball. Flames engulfed the space before Naruto as if determined to incinerate him.
[You're dead!]
Naruto jerked awake, his body trembling, sweat soaking his clothes.
"W-what just happened?! Did that bastard really try to kill me?!"
[Although the system simulates reality perfectly, it's only a dream. That means you can fight to the death without real danger!]
Naruto understood immediately. Since it was a dream, lethal force didn't matter.
"Damn it! System, you should have told me sooner! That bastard made me suffer so much!"
[Your last defeat wasn't his fault. You were simply too weak.]
Naruto scowled. "Could you be a little more polite?"
He analyzed the fight carefully. First, he had been careless. He assumed one trump card could secure victory. In reality, any special move had to be combined with other skills to be effective. Sasuke had completely suppressed his techniques, denying him the chance to use them.
Second, he realized the system was right. Sasuke's mastery was not only in skill and technique but also in combat experience, willpower, and tactical thinking. Even against an imaginary enemy, Sasuke had fought with the intent to kill.
Finally, Naruto understood he had failed to grasp the true purpose of dream training. It was a space to fight with full power, without hesitation.
"Killing intent… I get it."
"System big brother, I want a rematch!" he declared.
[Privileged.]
Instantly, the dream world reformed—summer sun, gentle breeze, shadows of trees dancing across the field. Distant noises of the Ninja Academy's students echoed. Iruka's voice, the girls' screams, and even Hinata's soft encouragement returned. Naruto was transported once again into the dream-training scenario.
"Let the sparring begin!" Iruka ordered.
Naruto's eyes blazed with anger. He had formed the Encounter Seal and charged at Sasuke without hesitation.
"Sasuke!"
There was no chance for Sasuke to retreat. Naruto, knowing he could not truly die in this dream, threw aside all restraint. He poured every ounce of anger, frustration, and resentment accumulated over years into his attack.
A fierce fire ignited in his eyes. His pupils narrowed slightly, reminiscent of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox's slit eyes. His whisker-like facial marks twisted as if powered by a wild, violent energy.
Sasuke sensed something different—a strange aura of killing intent radiating from Naruto—but he didn't flinch.
"Hadi, Diao Che Wei!" Sasuke muttered, acknowledging the dangerous surge before him.
Naruto's entire form radiated madness and raw power. His face was dominated by ferocity, an aura of uncontrollable rage. This was Killing Intent Naruto, his strongest form yet.
From the beginning of the fight, Naruto unleashed a Taijutsu technique taught by Azure Beast Might Guy.
"Take this… Leaf Whirlwind!!!"
The moment the match resumed, Naruto revealed his full strength. Every movement, every strike was executed with precision and ferocity. He had held nothing back this time.
Even Sasuke, a tactical genius, struggled to react. The furious kick landed with unrelenting force. His legs spun through the air in a blur, making it nearly impossible for Sasuke to predict the attack's trajectory.
The impact was catastrophic. Sasuke was sent flying, crashing into a large tree trunk seven or eight meters away. He roared in pain, a mix of shock and fury etched on his pale face. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The tree shook violently, scattering leaves in all directions.
The students gasped.
Iruka's jaw dropped. "Is this… Naruto?"
Sakura screamed, "Sasuke-kun!" Her hands flew to her mouth in shock.
Even Hinata's quiet composure cracked. "Naruto-kun… he's hiding that kind of power?" she whispered, eyes wide with amazement.
Naruto gasped for air, scanning his own hands and legs before focusing on Sasuke. The Uchiha struggled to rise against the massive impact, and Naruto finally realized, with a rush of disbelief and triumph:
"I… I won…"
He allowed a small smile, though it felt surreal.
"Sasuke… the genius Sasuke, has been defeated by me!"
Sasuke gritted his teeth, spitting out blood, forcing himself to stand. His determination was unwavering. He was prepared to continue the fight, no matter the consequences.
But Iruka stepped forward, holding up his hands.
"Sasuke! You've lost! You can't continue!"
"Both of you, form the Seal of Reconciliation now!"
However, neither Naruto nor Sasuke immediately obeyed. Their battle was far from over. Naruto's eyes still glimmered with the intensity of his newfound strength, the culmination of relentless dream training and raw emotion.
He had tapped into a power he had never fully realized before, a power that combined his fury, his training, and his unyielding spirit. This was not just the product of physical training—it was the forging of his will, honed to perfection under the watchful guidance of the system.
Even in a dream, Naruto's victory had a taste of reality. He had pushed past the boundaries of what he thought was possible, confronting not only Sasuke but the limitations within himself.
The air around the two young ninjas seemed charged, a tangible tension that promised even greater battles to come. The dream-world was a crucible, preparing Naruto for the challenges that awaited him in reality. Every strike, every dodge, every explosive move was a lesson learned, an experience stored deep within his subconscious.
Naruto had grown stronger—not just in skill, but in confidence, strategy, and sheer fighting spirit. And as he stood there, eyes blazing, fists clenched, he knew this was only the beginning. The dream had shown him the path forward, a glimpse of the ninja he was destined to become.
Killing Intent Naruto had emerged. And nothing, not even the greatest genius of the Uchiha clan, could stand unchallenged before him.
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