Hirohiko's battle

Chapter 59: Hirohiko's

Battle

"Good job!" Uzumaki

Kushina, who had sneaked into the auditorium, quietly clenched her fists, a

smile spreading across her face.

Meanwhile, Kiba in the arena

rubbed his fists. Although he managed to blow up the water bullet with a

well-placed punch, the impact of the explosion had reverberated through his

hand, causing a dull ache.

I'll have Yukina check it later.

If it's injured, that could spell trouble. But in the heat of the moment, it

was the best option I had.

As he watched Mizutani being

carried away by the medical team, Kiba couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

In the world of ninjas, strength

isn't always the deciding factor. Mizutani's water release techniques were

formidable, but he wasn't particularly strong in other areas. Despite being

better than him, he nearly outmaneuvered me.

The power of those water

bullets... if one had hit me, it would have been bad.

Feeling the pain in his hand, Kiba

could gauge the force of the water bullet.

With Minato Namikaze declaring his

victory, Kiba left the arena and headed toward the spectator seats.

"That child... he's only

seven, and he defeated the eleven-year-old Mizutani. Amazing!" the

audience murmured.

"Hey, isn't that kid the son

of that traitor?"

"What? Him? I didn't

recognize him at first."

"Yes, the traitor's

son."

As soon as Kiba's identity as the

"son of the traitor" was mentioned, the initial admiration turned to

disgust.

"My son lost to the traitor's

son, Mizutani! I'll make sure he trains hard when we get home!" This was

likely Mizutani's father, judging by his Chunin attire and forehead protector.

Angered by his son's defeat, he planned to train his son rigorously.

"Losing is one thing, but

losing to that traitor's son..." Mizutani's mother, a gentle-looking

woman, couldn't refute her husband's anger.

"My brother lost to that

traitor's son. It's embarrassing," added a petite, cute girl beside them,

likely Mizutani's younger sister, licking a lollipop.

In the ordinary auditorium,

Uzumaki Kushina felt the disgust emanating from the surrounding spectators.

Frowning, she thought:

I need to ask Minato about Kiba's

father. It happened seven years ago, and we were quite young then. Maybe Minato

knows something.

Kiba ignored the discussions and

walked toward Hirohiko and Yukina. Other participants looked at him in

disbelief.

At that moment, Hirohiko and

Yukina frowned, obviously displeased with the surrounding conversations. As

Kiba approached, they tried their best to smile and said,

"Congratulations."

Hirohiko maintained his poker

face, and Yukina's rare smile quickly faded.

Are they trying to comfort me?

Kiba could discern their emotions

from their usually expressionless faces. They had spent so much time together

since graduation, training and fighting side by side.

Knowing what they were thinking,

Kiba smiled and said, "Compared to that, Yukina, can you check my

hand?"

"Can't you be more

careful?" Yukina rarely complained but activated her Byakugan to examine

his hand.

"How is it?" Kiba raised

his hand.

"It's fine, just rest,"

Yukina replied, relieved.

"That's good." Kiba

sighed in relief, then returned the ninja bag to Hirohiko, saying, "Sorry,

I used up the only two explosive tags."

"It's okay," Hirohiko

said.

At that moment, the big screen

jumped again, attracting everyone's attention. Kiba, Hirohiko, and Yukina all

looked at the screen.

The first row of names came to a

quick halt.

Hirohiko Uchiha.

Kiba blinked, looked at Hirohiko,

and said, "What a coincidence. I was first, and now it's you."

Hirohiko nodded solemnly, agreeing

with Kiba's words, then looked at Yukina and said, "Yukina, can I borrow

some shurikens?"

Yukina handed some shurikens from

her ninja bag to Hirohiko. "Good luck."

I should save up for a ninja bag.

I can't keep borrowing from Hirohiko.

Kiba thought.

"Then I'll go," Hirohiko

said, adjusting his ninja bag.

Kiba nodded and patted him on the

shoulder. "Good luck."

The names in the second row

stopped.

Shiga Taketake.

After Hirohiko left, Yukina leaned

closer and said, "This Shiga Taketake is good at shuriken and physical

fitness."

Yukina's wind-blown clothes gently

brushed against Kiba, her hair and fragrance carried by the breeze. Kiba

nodded. "No one can match Hirohiko in shuriken. There's no suspense in

this match."

Yukina agreed.

Their eyes fell on the field, and

the participants' conversations reached their ears.

"Bad luck for Shiga. Facing

Uchiha Hirohiko after seeing his shuriken skill with Muzi's shadow clone

technique... No one could handle that."

"How did he do it? My dad

isn't as skilled with shuriken."

"Many ninjas in the village

aren't as good as him."

"Tch, it's just because of

the Sharingan. If I had it, I'd be as strong."

"Yeah, anyone with Sharingan

can become that strong."

Listening to these discussions,

Kiba sneered slightly.

Sharingan? Is that why you think

Hirohiko is strong? Do you know how many hours he practices shuriken daily?

While you're having fun and

enjoying parental doting, he's practicing.

Don't kid yourselves!

This guy works harder than any of

you, harder than any of your fathers, harder than most ninjas in the village.

That's why he's so strong.

Kiba looked at Hirohiko in the

field. Shiga Taketake had also entered, and both sides stood still.

"The second trial of the

Chunin Exam, the second competition, start!