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The tension in the arena crackled as the next match was announced. The crowd hushed in anticipation, eager for the fight between Shisui Uchiha and Kaito Tanaka of the Land of Tea. Shisui, the quiet Uchiha prodigy, stood with an air of calm determination, while Kaito, on the other hand, exuded arrogance. The sword user from the Land of Tea stood confidently, twirling a kunai between his fingers, his cocky smirk never wavering.

Kaito's posture was loose, relaxed, as though the entire fight was already in the bag. He wore his confidence like armor, his green headband catching the light as he glanced out at the crowd, clearly soaking up the attention. He loved the show, the excitement of the crowd. For him, this was as much about the spectacle as it was about winning. He relished in the idea of defeating an Uchiha, gaining notoriety in front of so many spectators.

But Shisui didn't care about the crowd. His eyes remained focused on Kaito, analyzing every slight movement, every twitch of his muscles. Shisui's presence was calm, almost detached, a stark contrast to Kaito's flamboyant bravado. The wind swept gently through the arena, rustling Shisui's dark hair as he stood with his hand lightly resting on the hilt of his sword.

POV: Kaito Tanaka

Kaito's smirk grew as he sized up Shisui, unconcerned. "An Uchiha, huh? I hope you live up to the hype," he taunted, his voice loud enough for the crowd to hear. He twirled the kunai once more before tucking it away, his hand moving to rest on the hilt of his own sword. He loved the thrill of a fight, and the idea of cutting down an Uchiha—it was almost too good.

With a sharp metallic ring, Kaito unsheathed his sword, the blade gleaming as it caught the light. He brought it up in front of him, its edge glinting dangerously. The crowd murmured in excitement, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch.

But Shisui didn't react. His eyes remained calm, unreadable. His hand stayed on the hilt of his own blade, his fingers resting lightly as though he had all the time in the world. The difference in demeanor between the two fighters couldn't have been more striking.

"I'll make sure to put on a good show for you," Kaito continued, his smirk widening. With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.

POV: Shisui Uchiha

Shisui's eyes flickered, analyzing Kaito's approach. He could see the openings already, the predictability in the way Kaito moved. The sword strike was fast, but not fast enough. Shisui had dealt with faster opponents. Much faster.

Without a word, Shisui vanished.

The crowd gasped. Kaito's sword cleaved through empty air, his blade slicing through the space where Shisui had stood just a moment before. The smug expression on his face faltered, his eyes widening in shock.

"What—?"

Before he could finish the thought, Shisui reappeared behind him, his movements too fast for the untrained eye to follow. The infamous Uchiha body flicker—swift, almost imperceptible. Shisui's hand was already on his sword, and with a blur of motion, he unsheathed the blade.

The ringing sound of metal filled the arena as Shisui's sword clashed with Kaito's, effortlessly deflecting the attack and pushing Kaito off balance. Shisui moved with precision, every strike purposeful, efficient. He was no longer just defending—he was overwhelming.

POV: Kaito Tanaka

Kaito staggered back, his mind reeling. How was Shisui this fast? He hadn't even seen him move. Every time he tried to bring his sword up to strike, Shisui was already there, cutting off his attacks with minimal effort. It was like fighting a ghost.

Desperation began to creep into Kaito's mind. He swung wildly, trying to catch Shisui off guard, but it was no use. Shisui's body flicker technique made it impossible to track him. One moment he was in front of Kaito, the next he was gone, reappearing at Kaito's side or behind him, his sword always perfectly positioned to counter.

And then, it happened.

Shisui's blade cut through the air with a speed that Kaito couldn't hope to match. The Uchiha's sword struck Kaito's blade with such force that the metal rang out in a high-pitched wail, and Kaito felt the sword rip from his hands. His weapon flew through the air, clattering uselessly to the ground several feet away.

Kaito froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. His hand trembled slightly as he stared at Shisui, who stood calmly, his sword pointed directly at Kaito's throat.

POV: Shisui Uchiha

Shisui's eyes remained calm, almost indifferent. The fight had ended before it had even truly begun. Kaito had been overconfident, underestimating the sheer speed and precision that Shisui could bring to a fight. The Uchiha didn't move, his sword still poised inches from Kaito's neck.

The crowd was silent for a moment, stunned by the speed and efficiency of Shisui's victory. Then, slowly, the cheers began to rise.

Shisui said nothing as he sheathed his sword, turning his back to Kaito without a second glance. The fight was over, and he had no interest in prolonging the spectacle. His steps were quiet as he walked back to the edge of the arena, leaving Kaito standing there, shaken and defeated.

POV: Haruto

Haruto had watched the entire fight unfold from the sidelines, his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't surprised by the outcome—Shisui was a force, even at this stage. His speed, his control over body flicker, it was all beyond what most genin could comprehend. Haruto knew, in another life, that Shisui was destined to be one of the greatest, though fate had cruelly cut his life short.

Still, there was something almost frightening about watching Shisui in action. His precision, his cold efficiency—it reminded Haruto of the stories of Itachi, another Uchiha prodigy yet to be born. Kaito had never stood a chance, though Haruto doubted he would have realized that until it was too late.

Haruto's thoughts were interrupted by the roar of the crowd, their cheers now filling the arena as the announcer declared Shisui the winner. But for Haruto, the real challenge still lay ahead. Shisui's power was undeniable, but Haruto couldn't help but feel the stirrings of excitement in his chest.

Fightning Shisui would be fun.