You Lost

Chapter 13 You lost

Kiba held the kunai with his backhand, pressing it against Uchiha Hirohiko's neck, and announced the result of the match. The breeze swept by, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Won?

The tail of the crane... defeated the genius who was ranked first? This isn't a dream, is it?

Ohno, the dead last, pinched his cheek. The pain on his face proved that this wasn't a dream, but he still couldn't believe it. This is Hirohiko Uchiha, a genius skilled in ninjutsu like Shadow Clone, defeated by Taki Kiba?

With a "plop," Ohno sat down, looking at the two fighters with a mixture of astonishment and shock. As for the others, they were not much better than Ohno—they were all stunned and speechless.

Yukina looked at Kiba in the field, her cold face slightly astonished. Just now, his brain's two tenketsu points abnormally opened. He then dodged the Fireball Jutsu, raised his leg in mid-air, and struck down, blowing up Hirohiko's shadow clone before flashing behind Hirohiko and subduing him. What did he do? Or is this some powerful ninjutsu that increased his speed to this extent? Here, except for my Byakugan, no one could see his movements clearly, not even the Chunin teacher.

Her Byakugan's insight far surpassed Uchiha Hirohiko's Sharingan, but she saw Kiba's movements. Even when Kiba opened and closed the gates, she saw it with her Byakugan. Just now... he disappeared!

Even the teacher was stunned and shocked. He didn't even notice Kiba's speed just now. The speed of this Taki Kiba is faster than that kid! Genius! This is truly a genius, a taijutsu genius!

The teacher could no longer deny Kiba's prowess because Kiba's strength surpassed his own. I must report to the Third Hokage. There are three geniuses in this class: Taki Kiba's taijutsu, Uchiha Hirohiko's Shadow Clone, and Hyuga Yukina's Gentle Fist. They are undoubtedly qualified to graduate early! The teacher made a judgment in his mind.

Hirohiko Uchiha looked at the kunai at his neck, and the Sharingan in his eyes slowly faded away. He lost! Even his Sharingan couldn't capture the speed of Taki Kiba just now. There was no doubt he lost.

It was just an ordinary match, but... Hirohiko Uchiha felt a deep sense of unwillingness. It had nothing to do with losing first place to the bottom of the crane, and nothing to do with the aura of genius. It was just pure frustration because he lost the game. He felt that his skills were not as good as others. So this is the feeling of losing... This is the feeling of someone walking ahead... Is this what my brother said—the goal to pursue, the existence that must be surpassed?

Right, brother! That's why you killed your clan and betrayed your family and village! So, what is your goal? To surpass him, you would not hesitate to do such a thing!

(I have no idea what he is taking about here as I have not read the story ahead so I am in as much dark as you my readers are)

Uchiha Hirohiko raised his head, looked at the blue-white clouds, let out a long breath, and said to Kiba, "I lost!"

When Uchiha Hirohiko turned his head, Kiba slowly put away the kunai. Hearing Uchiha Hirohiko's surrender, Kiba didn't react too much and felt quite strange. This guy is no longer frowning. Did something good happen? Losing... shouldn't be a good thing, right? No way, is this person a masochist? Is he Happy to lose?

After admitting defeat, Uchiha Hirohiko turned around and left with his iconic poker face. He didn't seem to feel the slightest sense of defeat.

Kiba looked at his back and suddenly called out, "Wait a minute!"

Uchiha Hirohiko paused, turned around, and said, "What's the matter?"

Kiba threw the kunai in his hand to him and said, "Giving it back to you."

Hirohiko Uchiha took the kunai, looked at it, and then at Kiba, with a slight doubt on his face.

"This is your kunai. I borrowed it and used it, and now I'm returning it to you." Kiba smiled slightly.

Uchiha Hirohiko's face changed slightly. He took my kunai? Subconsciously, Uchiha Hirohiko touched the ninja tool bag at his waist and found that a kunai was indeed missing from it. This Taki Kiba...

Uchiha Hirohiko narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Kiba, nodded, and then returned to the crowd.

Kiba's face became a little bitter as he saw that what he was stepping on was not green grass, but a black and white object. It was the Konoha extra-large steamed bun that he had dropped on the field.

"The sparring is over. This match, Taki Kiba, wins!" the teacher announced. However, Kiba wanted to cry but had no tears. My steamed buns!

Silently picking up the weight-bearing props, Kiba walked back into the crowd. The students silently made way for him, looking at him with surprise, disbelief, and astonishment. A few even had a look of fear in their eyes. Kiba's performance could only be described with one word: strong! The strongest in the ninja school! This could rival the legendary Kakashi!

Kiba didn't pay much attention to this. He had been stared at and treated coldly for so many years that he often ignored the eyes of those around him. It was the same now.

"Next game, who's coming?" the teacher yelled as usual. The students looked at one another, then their eyes fell on Kiba, Uchiha Hirohiko, and Hyuga Yukina, but no one stood up to practice.

High-speed taijutsu, Shadow Clone, Gentle Fist—after seeing these, the students felt that their own matches would be like playing a monkey, and the level of the previous battles was too high. They felt bored by comparison.

Suddenly, the scene became cold. As for the three instigators, Hyuga Yukina looked away from Kiba, frowning slightly, seemingly deep in thought, recalling the battle just now and gaining experience. Hirohiko Uchiha still had a poker face, but his eyes shone with brilliance, and he also looked thoughtful, presumably digesting the recent battle.

As for Kiba, he gazed past the crowd, silently staring at the trampled steamed bun, still feeling sorry for it. He was short on money now. As an orphan, Konoha allocated money to him every month for living. It was originally enough for him to eat and drink well, but the expensive weight-carrying props took up almost 80% of his minimum living allowance. With the continuous increase in weight, the price also increased. Now he ate a lot, but the cost of food couldn't be saved. Money was really tight!

If I can't graduate soon and become a ninja, I might starve to death before the Third War begins! After all, if you become a ninja, you can take on missions to make money. Although the pay isn't much, it's still more than the subsistence allowance, allowing for more spare money.

"Cough..." The teacher coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment. Indeed, after seeing the battles of those three, he couldn't think of any other matches. The teacher understood this, but it was class time, and ninja sparring was an important practical exercise.

"Okay, then, I will call the roll now. Noda Tatsuya, you go on the court and appoint an opponent."