The Shimura Actually Has Ice Release

A dense barrage of shuriken whistled through the air, flying toward Aburame Ryōma.

With a dull thud and a cloud of dust, Aburame Ryōma vanished from where he had stood.

Immediately after, Takeshi's collar was firmly grabbed by a large hand.

Though his leg should have been completely paralyzed, Aburame Ryōma stood steadily behind Takeshi, holding him up by the collar with an emotionless face and a calm tone:

"You did well, Takeshi-sama. Your technique was solid, but your strikes lacked lethality. If, instead of targeting my pressure points, you had used chakra to destroy the nerves in my leg, you would have won this battle."

Takeshi, still a little out of breath, nodded obediently.

"I understand. Next time, I'll aim for that. But I'd like to know how you were able to move again."

Gently setting Takeshi down, Aburame Ryōma rolled up his pant leg to reveal the spot Takeshi had struck.

"You did hit my pressure point. But all members of the Aburame clan raise bugs inside their bodies. When you triggered the point, I directed my bugs to forcibly restore the blocked meridians and used Body Flicker to appear behind you."

The wound from Takeshi's strike wasn't bleeding. Instead, wriggling bugs could be seen within.

"In the shinobi world, there are countless Kekkei Genkai and clan secret techniques—abilities far more bizarre than mine are everywhere. That's why the most important lesson I can teach you is to never let your guard down."

He lowered his pant leg and took a stance again, gesturing for Takeshi to continue the attack.

"Yes, sir!"

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"Alright, exercise over! Both sides, form the seal of reconciliation!"

As Ito Makoto called an end to the spar, Takeshi extended his hand and completed the reconciliation seal, then helped Obito up.

"You bastard, you really hit all the spots I couldn't see!"

Clutching his backside, Obito complained as Takeshi pulled him up.

"Ah, well, you know... there were all sorts of reasons..." Takeshi scratched his head, thinking back to Aburame Ryōma's teachings.

What could he do? Learning from that kind of killing machine meant picking up some deadly tricks.

Honestly, I just kicked you. I didn't even use the Thousand Years of Death technique. That's me being generous to the second coming of the Sage of Six Paths, alright?

Helping Obito to the observation area, Takeshi noticed he refused to sit and only stood in place. With a smile that was 30% apologetic and 70% amused, Takeshi said:

"Sorry, sorry, I guess I kicked a bit too hard. Pfft..."

In the end, he couldn't hold it in and burst into laughter.

"Takeshi, you bastard!" Obito yelled, his face full of grief, like a wronged little bride.

"Next match: Might Guy versus Hyūga Iroha! Both sides, form the seal of opposition!"

Dodging Obito's revenge kick, Takeshi turned his attention to the field as the next match was announced.

"Hmph, you're just dead last. I suggest you surrender now. Otherwise..."

Hyūga Iroha was still full of himself.

[I can't beat Kakashi, but I sure as hell can beat a green freak like you.]

Assuming the Hyūga clan's standard starting stance, Hyūga Iroha looked lazily at Might Guy, clearly underestimating him.

"Got you!" While Takeshi was distracted by Might Guy, Obito suddenly grabbed his collar and began rubbing his head like crazy.

"Let's see how cocky you are now! Take this—ouch!" But Obito didn't last long. Takeshi, purely by instinct, reached behind and pinched his butt, hard enough to bring tears to Obito's eyes.

"Hmph, weakling." With a scornful glance at Obito, who had crouched down in pain, Takeshi fixed his hair and walked over to Kakashi, who was sitting at the edge of the field with a book in his hands.

Glancing at the content of the book and spotting a few stick figures, Takeshi asked curiously:

"Hey, Kakashi, reading some dirty novel?"

"What dirty novel? This is a family heirloom swordsmanship manual!" Kakashi hurriedly denied it, flustered, afraid that the surrounding students would believe Takeshi's slander.

"Eh? Family heirloom? Let me take a look." Takeshi snatched the book from Kakashi's hands and flipped through a few pages. Sure enough, it was filled with diagrams of sword techniques.

Kakashi didn't try to take the book back and simply leaned back, gazing up at Takeshi.

"I see... Cover the blade with Lightning-style chakra and kill the opponent through rapid slashes..." After training under Aburame Ryōma, Takeshi had gained some understanding of swordplay.

"Here, take it." Sitting cross-legged beside Kakashi, Takeshi handed the book back.

Kakashi took it and resumed reading on his own.

Meanwhile, Might Guy had already rushed in and was clashing with Hyūga Iroha.

"So, which of them do you think will win?" Takeshi asked, watching Hyūga Iroha try his best to defend against Might Guy's fierce attacks.

Without even looking up, Kakashi replied:

"I don't care."

"You're so boring. Might Guy is your lifelong rival. Can't you at least show some interest?" Takeshi flicked Kakashi's head, bouncing his white hair.

Annoyed, Kakashi brushed his hand away and finally looked toward the fight with his dead fish eyes.

"Lifelong rival? You're the one who forced that on me. He always comes looking for you, not me."

"Hey now, I'm just a passerby. You and he are the true soulmates, don't you get it?" Takeshi said, with the tone of someone who had seen it all.

Kakashi, already used to Takeshi's weird remarks, let out a helpless sigh. Watching as Hyūga Iroha finally got a counter in, only to strike Might Guy's ankle weights and howl in pain while clutching his hand, he shook his head.

"See? It's already over. That weirdo won."

Hyūga Iroha never expected that Might Guy had stuffed his leg weights with iron blocks.

Striking something like that without chakra reinforcement... Just crying and clutching his hand was already a pretty mild outcome.

"Boring. I wanted your opinion before the result came out." As Takeshi complained, he caught sight of Obito sneaking around. The moment he lunged, Takeshi dodged to the side, causing Obito to land right on top of Kakashi.

"Tsk tsk tsk, didn't expect you two to get so steamy in public..." Watching the two tangled up, Takeshi gave a wicked smile.

"Get off me, Obito! I'm gonna kill that guy!" Fuming, Kakashi kicked Obito off.

"Ow! Damn it, Kakashi! Watch where you're kicking!" Obito howled again.

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