Naruto: I'm Really Not an Evil Uchiha!

The Chūnin Exam Selection Site.

A vast arena was enclosed by towering walls, with the dignitaries seated at the topmost section, observing. Villagers and shinobi crowded the side bleachers, buzzing with anticipation.

"Next up, Uchiha Shimizu from Konohagakure versus Pakura from Sunagakure!"

The examiner announced the names, gesturing for the two participants to step forward.

"That's a descendant of the Uchiha clan. He looks just as talented as the rumors claim."

"But I've heard his expertise lies in medical ninjutsu. I wonder how skilled he is in combat? Has he activated the Sharingan yet?"

"Uchiha Shimizu's opponent is Pakura of Sunagakure, a rare prodigy reputed to wield Scorch Release."

The name "Uchiha Shimizu" sparked murmurs among the audience.

The previous rounds had merely eliminated the weaker participants, with the more capable ones barely showcasing their true abilities.

Now, with half the contenders remaining, the matches were expected to be far more intense and engaging.

The Uchiha clan, famed for their Sharingan bloodline limit, was a name that commanded attention. On the other side, Sunagakure's Pakura wielded the formidable Scorch Release, making this a rare clash of bloodline limits.

Even the usually disinterested dignitaries turned their gaze toward the battlefield, intrigued by this matchup.

However, what drew the most attention was Shimizu himself. His striking appearance and composed demeanor made him stand out effortlessly.

"Shimizu is up," said Sarutobi Asuma from the spectators' seats, nudging Yuhi Shinku seated beside him.

Yuhi Shinku nodded slightly, using this opportunity to assess Shimizu's current strength.

"So, we meet again. Uchiha Shimizu, is it?"

Pakura's half-gold, half-green hair was pinned neatly at the back with a hairpin, gleaming under the sunlight. She awaited the examiner's signal.

"Begin!"

At the examiner's command, the two figures vanished from sight, their movements too swift for ordinary eyes.

Their silhouettes danced across the expansive arena. With a flick of Pakura's hand, four fiery spheres materialized and hovered protectively around her. Each time Shimizu attempted to close in, the spheres moved to intercept him.

Observing this, Shimizu inhaled deeply and unleashed, "Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

A massive fireball, radiating intense heat, erupted from his mouth and surged forward.

"The Uchiha's Fire Release…"

Pakura's gaze sharpened as she clasped her hands together. Her four fire spheres merged into a single, larger sphere, its power surpassing even Shimizu's Great Fireball.

"Scorch Release: Extremely Steaming Murder!"

Boom!

The two fireballs collided mid-air, with Shimizu's flames dissipating into harmless sparks, while Pakura's Scorch Release sphere pressed on with unyielding force.

"So, Scorch Release generates higher temperatures than Fire Release?"

Standing his ground, Shimizu's jet-black hair swayed in the scorching wind generated by the approaching fireball.

Scorch Release, a fusion of Fire and Wind Chakra, created a new elemental nature unique to its wielder—one of the bloodline limits known for their distinct properties.

A basic Fire Release technique like the Great Fireball couldn't hope to compare in sheer intensity.

"Fire Body Flicker."

Without hesitation, Shimizu crouched slightly, and flames enveloped his legs at lightning speed.

In an instant, he vanished, leaving behind a trail of fiery light, reappearing behind Pakura. Without pause, he unleashed another fireball aimed directly at her exposed back.

From Pakura's perspective, Shimizu had been entirely consumed by the Scorch Release sphere, only to vanish entirely from her sight. A searing heat radiated from behind her, signaling imminent danger.

Reacting instinctively, she used a Wind Release technique to divert the fireball's trajectory.

Bang!

The fireball struck the ground, leaving a charred crater. Before Pakura could catch her breath, a kunai, propelled by wind chakra, grazed dangerously close to her neck.

Pakura quickly retreated, struggling to keep up.

"Uchiha Shimizu is too fast; I can't use my Scorch Release effectively," she thought, frustration boiling within.

Her Scorch Release: Extremely Steaming Murder required physical contact to evaporate the opponent's bodily fluids, reducing them to a desiccated husk. But Shimizu's relentless speed made it impossible to close the gap.

Shimizu weaved through the battlefield, his fiery movements as graceful as blooming lotus petals. Pakura's vision blurred from exhaustion, her eyes bloodshot, unable to track his trajectory.

If her bloodline limit had been the Byakugan, perhaps she could have discerned Shimizu's movements. But with only Scorch Release at her disposal, she was at a disadvantage.

High above, Shimura Danzo stood in the shadows behind Sarutobi Hiruzen, observing the battle with a critical gaze.

His expression darkened. The information provided by Yakushi Nono was entirely inconsistent with what he was witnessing.

According to her reports, Shimizu's strength lay primarily in medical ninjutsu. In other areas, he was merely an above-average Uchiha, barely qualifying as a prodigy.

However, the fight with Pakura painted a different picture. Danzo could clearly see that Shimizu's abilities far exceeded the typical Chūnin level.

"How could those fools fail to properly monitor the Uchiha?"

Danzo cursed his Root operatives internally. In truth, they had not been negligent—Shimizu had always concealed his true strength, even in spars within his clan.

Today's performance, though more revealing than usual, still didn't represent his full capabilities.

"Hiruzen, we must be cautious with this Uchiha. He should be placed under Root's supervision," Danzo suggested with a grim tone, stepping closer to Sarutobi Hiruzen.

Shimizu's growing strength posed a potential threat. Danzo believed he needed to act before it spiraled out of control.

"The Uchiha are descendants of Madara, and Madara was a madman. Even after his death, his influence lingers within the clan," Danzo argued.

"Some factions within the Uchiha still revere Madara. If Shimizu aligns himself with those radicals, he could become a danger to the village."

Hiruzen, however, countered, "Danzo, if we arbitrarily decide the future of every talented Uchiha, how can they ever trust us?"

"Hmph, look for yourself, Hiruzen!"

Danzo produced a stack of reports from his sleeve, detailing Shimizu's movements and a preliminary assessment of his abilities.

Hiruzen instinctively wanted to reprimand Danzo for violating his orders to secretly surveil the Uchiha. However, as he read through the reports and compared them to Shimizu's current display, the disparity was undeniable.

Shimizu had hidden his strength—a fact that warranted concern.

Hiruzen's lips parted slightly, yet no words emerged. His gaze flickered as he weighed the implications.

Experience had made him cautious. Shimizu's secrecy wasn't necessarily malicious; it could simply stem from a desire to avoid unnecessary attention.

But Hiruzen knew better than to take risks. The Uchiha clan had produced its fair share of traitors, and the shadow of Tobirama's ideology loomed over them all.

Danzo represented the extreme faction, while Hiruzen himself leaned toward peace and unity.

However, if the village's safety was at stake, Hiruzen would not hesitate to adopt a more extreme stance.

"I've met that boy before. His beliefs don't deviate from the Will of Fire. I'll have Minato take him under his wing," Hiruzen decided.

As Shimizu lacked a proper team, assigning Namikaze Minato as his mentor would provide an opportunity for observation.

Prolonged interaction would eventually reveal Shimizu's true nature.

If there were no issues, Minato could guide him toward becoming another Uchiha Kagami.

But if not…

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