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"Oh, so a fat pig fell down?" Tōshirō quipped mockingly, having waited for this moment.
That single sentence set Choji ablaze. All thoughts of forfeiting vanished from his mind, leaving only one idea—to crush this guy with his weight!
The two locked eyes, gazes clashing.
Choji's face turned red, veins bulging on his forehead. "I'm not fat—I'm just… full-bodied!"
Tōshirō tensed up. This chubby guy reminded him of the bowl-cut kid earlier—the flushed face, the bulging veins—was he about to use that same technique?
"Shikamaru, do you think Choji can win?" Ino asked anxiously. Choji's opponent didn't look weak at all.
Shikamaru leaned against the railing, yawning lazily. "He's definitely losing."
He didn't even need to know the opponent's abilities; he'd already calculated it. Choji was guaranteed to lose, and the match wouldn't last more than 20 seconds.
"How can you be so dismissive?! Show a little faith in Choji!" Ino complained.
Asuma also watched Choji closely. He knew Choji was going to lose, but he still needed to monitor the situation in case something went wrong.
"Kiba, are you thinking about going next?" Naruto asked. By now, everyone knew there was something strange about that sword. Whoever held it was forced into the arena, whether they wanted to or not.
"Yeah, I am. Watching the last match got me all fired up—I want to fight someone," Kiba replied.
Truthfully, Kiba had come to borrow the sword because he felt compelled to draw it. But as he held it, he noticed something peculiar.
[So sharp… and it smells like Naruto's blood.]
"Woof!" Akamaru confirmed the scent.
Sometimes after training or sparring with Sasuke, Naruto would bleed slightly, clean up quickly, and head straight to class. The faint smell of blood lingered occasionally, undetectable to most—but not to Kiba, whose sense of smell rivaled a dog's. He remembered the scent well.
Akamaru remembered it even better since Naruto was the second-best treat-giver ever.
"Just be careful out there," Naruto warned. With how chaotic things were becoming, he couldn't predict who Kiba might face. In the original timeline, Kiba fought him—but Naruto had already finished his match here.
Observing the remaining contestants, Naruto concluded none of them were particularly strong. As long as Kiba didn't face Kankuro, he should be fine.
"Don't worry, I'm pretty strong," Kiba said confidently as he sheathed the sword, exuding determination.
In the arena, Hayate Gekkō announced the start of the match.
"Expansion Jutsu!" Choji had been waiting eagerly for this cue and immediately activated his clan's secret technique.
"Oh, did the pig get fatter?" Tōshirō continued his taunts.
Naruto thought perhaps he should take notes on mastering insults—it seemed effortless for Tōshirō.
"I'm FULL-BODIED! Human Boulder Technique!"
Choji retracted his limbs into his body, transforming into a giant rolling ball powered by chakra.
The massive ball charged toward Tōshirō, unstoppable.
Tōshirō easily leapt aside.
And then…
Choji rolled to the wall and started covering his mouth, feeling nauseous.
The simple-minded fatty thought the barbecued meat Naruto gave him was a gift and couldn't bear to throw it up, so he clamped his mouth shut while raising his hand to signal surrender. He dared not speak, fearing he wouldn't hold back.
"That idiot," Shikamaru sighed, rolling his eyes. If you stuffed yourself before the match, don't use the Human Boulder Technique!
"What is wrong with him?!" Ino groaned. Her teammate was utterly embarrassing!
"As expected," Asuma chuckled awkwardly. Before the match, he'd noticed Choji's state but knew there was no stopping an Akimichi once food entered their system. Since the founding of Konoha, no one had successfully intervened when an Akimachi decided to eat.
"The winner is… Tōshirō."
Tōshirō spent the entire match hurling insults and dodging effortlessly before claiming victory without breaking a sweat.
On the battlefield, four medical ninjas carried Choji away—twice as many as were needed for Lee earlier.
The screen flickered again, and the next names appeared:
Kiba Inuzuka vs. Sakon
"It's finally my turn!" Kiba handed the sword back to Naruto, gripping the railing before leaping down energetically.
At the same time, Sakon jumped onto the field.
Naruto couldn't help but chuckle. Their personalities and actions were eerily synchronized.
A hundred years of fate brought them together on the same boat; a thousand years aligned their moves. Truly destined.
The match began, and these two fiery personalities clashed instantly, sparks flying.
"Fang Over Fang!"
"Air Pressure Wave!"
Within ten seconds, both unleashed their ultimate techniques.
Kiba and Akamaru transformed into twin tornadoes, colliding with Sakon.
Sakon expelled high-pressure air blasts from his palms, creating powerful winds to counter the spinning attacks.
The collision of wind currents stirred up sand and debris from the already battered arena floor.
The spectators weren't spared either.
Naruto pulled out a large iron pot, shielding himself and Hinata.
Debris clattered against the pot, but the two behind it remained unscathed, not even a speck of dust on them.
The iron pot truly lived up to its reputation as max-level defensive gear.
Naruto wasn't worried about missing the match—Hinata's Byakugan provided live commentary.
Curious about how others were avoiding the chaos, Naruto glanced around. Behind him stood Sasuke and Sakura, followed by Ino and Shikamaru.
Tenten had taken out a shield, sheltering several people behind her.
"How's it going?" Naruto scratched the palm of Hinata's hand.
The arena was clouded with dust, obscuring his view, so he relied on Hinata to relay the scene.
"A draw," Hinata whispered stiffly, her neck rigid, unable to turn.
Though used to Naruto's occasional playful gestures, she couldn't shake the embarrassment knowing everyone—including Sasuke with his Sharingan and Neji with his Byakugan—could see through the dust.
Decades under Naruto's influence saved her from fainting outright.
As the dust settled, neither combatant was injured.
"Not bad, kid," Sakon praised. He'd increased his air pressure to eighty percent, yet they still ended in a stalemate.
"You're pretty good too," Kiba retorted.
There was a hint of mutual respect between them.
Kiba pulled out a soldier pill, tossing it to Akamaru, who swallowed it and turned crimson.
Ah yes, the infamous Red Dog!
Naruto recalled hearing his college roommate rage over a dungeon-crawling game where a 'stupid red dog' kept ruining his runs.
"Inuzuka Style: Man-Beast Clone Transformation—Double-Headed Wolf!"
Kiba and Akamaru merged into a towering two-headed wolf, one red and one white.
"My strongest move is coming next. Hope you're ready," one of the wolf heads growled, unmistakably Kiba's voice.
"Bring it on! Who's scared?!"
"Fang Wolf Fang!"
"Ultimate Air Pressure Wave, 100%!"
Naruto resumed listening to music behind his trusty iron pot.
Soon enough, Hinata giggled softly.
She began narrating the events.
Apparently:
An opponent hurled a high-speed spinning two-headed dog.
Sakon failed to catch it, resulting in both his arms being bitten off and getting kicked into a wall by the dog's hind legs.
Sakon crashed into the wall unconscious, his arms severed, completely incapacitated.
"The winner is… Kiba Inuzuka."
Upon hearing the announcement, the giant wolf leapt onto the stands, splitting back into Kiba and Akamaru. Kiba leaned against the wall while Akamaru lay panting.
The opponent's attack had emitted ultrasonic waves, making it difficult for Kiba to stay upright.
But Kiba refused to collapse. Lee hadn't fallen, and even though Choji lost, he hadn't collapsed either. How could he?
"Kiba, are you okay?" Kurenai asked worriedly.
Kiba waved her off, signaling he was fine, then watched as Naruto comforted Akamaru.
He knew how much Naruto adored Akamaru.
[If I pass this exam and become a Chuunin, maybe I can ask Big Sister to pick out a dog for Naruto.]
Kiba remembered Naruto's fondness for pets.
[Yes, that's what I'll do. If I fail, I'll beg Big Sister anyway.]
Kiba knew he wasn't skilled at choosing dogs, so delegating the task to his sister was the best option.
He began jotting down notes on Naruto's preferences.
First, appearance: Kiba glanced at Naruto—blue eyes, faint dark circles from lack of sleep.
Personality-wise: occasionally mischievous, sometimes silent.
Yes, Kiba considered Naruto's personality quirky.
For instance, right now Naruto was stroking Akamaru's head backward, muttering something about tight hair looking nice.
Or placing his hand on Akamaru's neck, saying things like "grasping fate by the scruff."
Kiba didn't fully understand but chalked it up to Naruto's eccentricity.
Finally, Kiba grabbed a scroll and scribbled everything down. His current state wasn't great, and he feared forgetting later.
Black-and-white fur, blue eyes, dark circles, quirky yet silent demeanor, boundless energy.
All their friends knew Naruto only wore black and white clothing.
Kiba had also watched Naruto's match with Hinata. While Hinata collapsed from exhaustion, Naruto showed no signs of fatigue—a testament to his stamina.
[Alright, I'll have Big Sister pick carefully.]