Chapter 17 Kanpū Vs. Fatty Ito

"Then, the opening test officially begins!"

Yu took out a notebook and a pen out of nowhere, and said enthusiastically, "Iruka, come first, choose your opponent!"

Iruka walked out of the crowd, looked around, and his gaze finally settled on Anko.

"Anko, please advise me!"

"Humph."

Anko snorted arrogantly, pushed aside the crowd and walked to the edge of the training ground. She took out a bag of kunai without edge and tied it to her thigh, and said casually, "Iruka, you idiot will regret it."

"The kunai and shuriken don't have an edge, but they can't be used to attack the key points of your classmates. Iruka, Anko, everyone, do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded, and then, Anko took the first action.

She took out two kunai from the ninja bag on her thigh and threw them at Iruka.

The kunai turned into afterimages in the air and shot towards Iruka's left and right hands.

Iruka bent down slightly, clenched the kunai on his right hand tightly, and then blocked the kunai shooting towards his crotch. As for the others, he can only receive them firmly with his body.

Fortunately, Kunai didn't have any edge. Although it's hurt, he was not injured and bleed.

"Come again!" Iruka gritted his teeth and rushed towards Anko.

Anko's face was tense, and while quickly backing away from Iruka, she took out the kunai from her ninja bag and threw it at Iruka. In just ten seconds, Anko threw out most of the kunai in her ninja bag. As for the opposite side, Iruka's face is already swollen!

"Let's end it here, Iruka, you are great, but the winner of this test is Anko."

Yu regretfully stopped Iruka's actions and said, "Conclude the seal of reconciliation."

"Hum, hum, hum hum …"

Anko hummed happily, walked to Iruka's side, formed the seal of reconciliation with him, and said, "Iruka, you won't be mad at me, will you?"

Iruka shook his head: "Of course not, but it really hurts."

"Sorry, sorry, next time I'll hold back, hehe."

"There's no need, next time, I will definitely defeat you!" Iruka said seriously.

At the same time, Yu swiftly recorded Anko and Iruka's performances in his notebook, and then picked people again.

"Ito, come here!"

"Yes!"

Ito is a little fatty. After taking a handful of kunai and walking to the training ground, he turned to look at the crowd. At this time, the silent crowd had gradually become agitated!

Most of the people in the class looked at Futatsu Ito with glowing eyes, and that look of eagerness was very much like a saucy boy who met his first love.

"Second brother, choose me!"

"Chef Ito, choose me, choose me!"

"I am the weakest, choose me!"

Everyone can't wait to raise their hands, wanting to come forward and fight with Ito!

'Why are they so motivated?'

'Could this little fatty be the weakest kid in our class?'

Kanpū's eyes lit up.

At the same time, Izumo came to Kanpū's side at some point, and said: "Kanpū, I think you should go."

Kotetsu, who is inseparable from him, was also there: "Kanpū, this is your only chance!"

'Opportunity…?'

'Sure enough, as I thought, this Futatsu Ito, who dreams of being a chef, is the lowest ranking of the Class 8. Whoever fights him will win without trouble!'

Kanpū was overjoyed, secretly thinking that with his 'excellence', he should be able to stand out among crowd, and Ito would pay attention to him, so he hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and walked to the front, and then looked Ito calmly.

Seemingly sensing Kanpū's gaze, Ito's eyes fell on Kanpū, his eyes lit up. As the heroes cherish heroes, his index finger pointed: "I choose him, I choose Kanpū!"

'Wait!'

Kanpū frowned: 'Why does this little fatty looked so excited when he choose me!'

Kanpū turned his head and saw Izumo and Kotetsu, as well as Anko and Iruka, who had just left the field, were looking at him expectantly as if saying, 'Just do your best. We believe you can beat him.'

Kanpū was a little stunned.

'Isn't these fatty the lowest ranking?'

'Or am I worse than him?'

Kanpū was busy searching in his mind, and soon, he found the memory of this fatty.

'Futatsu Ito, 7 years old, his dream is to be a chef. His grades are very stable in Class 8, and he has never been lower than the third to the bottom!'

This result is as stable as Kanpū.

'So that's how it is, so this Ito is actually the biggest stumbling block on my way to not be lowest!'

Kanpū soon knew his goal in life, that is to surpass Ito!

"Kanpū, please choose your sword!" Yu saw him standing still for a long time, so he couldn't help but urged.

Kanpū nodded solemnly, went to the sidelines and began to choose swords. The blades of the swords here are all flat, so the sword here is no different from a stick.

And when Kanpū selected a sword, the rest of the students looked at the field with regret, especially the student who was ranked in the top three with Kanpū and Ito. He looked even more uncomfortable, and there was a feeling of being abandoned.

After a while, Kanpū selected a sword. He then walked to the center of the training ground, looked at Ito with a solemn expression, and said: "Fatty Ito, let's start!"

"My name is Futatsu Ito, not Fatty Ito!" Ito corrected Kanpū, and loudly shouted, "Here I come!"

Ito's fat and greasy hands clenched the kunai tightly, and he dashed towards Kanpū with small steps.

Kanpū raised his sword in front of him, his feet were uneven, and as he looked at Ito getting closer, Kanpū remained motionless.

Although Kanpū is still the same Kanpū, the soul in Kanpū's body is already a mature soul. Therefore, facing Ito's charge, he did not have to dodge or counterattack impatiently.

At this time, Ito has rushed to half a meter in front of Kanpū and stabs the kunai with a roar.

'That's it?'

'No technical content at all?'

Kanpū hesitantly dodged to the side, waiting for Ito's kunai to cross him. Kanpū then stretched out his foot and directly tripped Ito to eat the grass, and then he put his sword to Ito's stomach.

"I, I lost!"

Ito was lying on the ground. He looked back at the long sword in his stomach and also looked at Kanpū with a complicated expression, as if Kanpū had taken away the number one in the world that belonged to him!

However, Kanpū looked at Ito with an innocent look on his face: 'How weak is the original body to be able to hang out with him in the 'top three'?'

'It seems that I don't need to collect impatiently. In Class 8, I am the king of bronze!'

"How is it possible? Ito was defeated by Kanpū in seconds?"

"What happened just now? Why did Ito suddenly fall?"

"When did Kanpū become so powerful?"

The onlookers exclaimed in astonishment and discussed spiritedly.

'Kanpū, yes, I really didn't expect your fighting consciousness to increase so much.'

Yu quickly jotted down the main points in the notebook, and then loudly He explained, "Fatt… cough, Ito-kun rushed towards Kanpū-kun, but Kanpū-kun was very calm, and didn't react or dodge impatiently, but instead waited until the moment when Ito-kun made a move, and then turned sideways to easily avoid the kunai. He then quickly stretched out his feet, and tripped him with the help of Ito-kun's running inertia, very good! Kanpū, you must have training hard this summer, right?"

Kanpū couldn't help thinking of the days when he took a nap and eat onigiri every day after he crossed over, and he nodded solemnly: "Yeah, I have suffered a lot."

"That's good, keep it up, and you will be outstanding Shinobi!" Kashima encouraged.

"I understood, thank you, sensei!" Kanpū nodded earnestly.