"Shikaku, do you think Teacher Ebara can actually win?" Choza Akimichi asked, munching on potato chips.
Watching drama paired perfectly with snacks.
"No way, probably. I heard Teacher Mahaya's a chunin," Yamanaka Haiichi chimed in. "He fought on the battlefield in his youth and killed enemies."
"Not necessarily," Nara Shikaku said thoughtfully. "Teacher Ebara never does anything without confidence. Look at that sleazy grin on his face. Whenever he smirks like that, has he ever lost?"
At Shikaku's reminder, Haiichi and Choza turned to Ebara.
Sure enough, Ebara sported a lecherous smile, his eyes darting to Mahaya's lower body.
Clearly, he was plotting a "fatal" strike.
"Ugh…" Haiichi and Choza shuddered.
They silently prayed for Mahaya.
"Hope Teacher Ebara doesn't go too hard…"
…
"Begin!"
He… tui!
The moment the Third announced the start, Ebara spat a glob of phlegm onto Mahaya's face.
"!!!"
The crowd was dumbfounded.
Minato, Shino, and Shikaku were already covering their faces.
The dirty tactics had begun.
"What the hell was that?" Mahaya roared.
Getting spat on in front of everyone? His dignity was in tatters.
With his chunin skills, Mahaya could've dodged.
But he never imagined a ninja fight would start like this.
Ebara scratched the back of his head innocently. "Sorry, I meant to use Vacuum Bullet."
Vacuum Bullet, a Wind Style jutsu blown from the mouth.
"Let's continue," Ebara said, grinning.
Mahaya suppressed his rage and lunged at Ebara.
His hand, like a fan, swung hard at Ebara's face.
Slapping someone's face was the way to vent his anger.
Seeing Mahaya's aggressive move, Ebara didn't dare slack.
He channeled chakra to his legs, maximizing his speed.
Already nimble, with chakra boosting him, Ebara easily dodged Mahaya's attack.
As he retreated, he started forming hand signs.
Mahaya watched closely, unfazed.
He closed in, continuing his assault.
He didn't believe Ebara could complete the seals in time.
He… tui!
As Mahaya reached Ebara again, another glob of phlegm hit him—square in the eye.
"Ew…"
The crowd let out a collective sound of disgust, both at Ebara's low blow and Mahaya getting hit twice.
"You're dead!" Mahaya bellowed, livid.
"Oops, my bad…" Ebara said with a cheeky grin.
His smug look screamed it was no accident.
Mahaya was fully enraged.
His fists flew, alternating attacks at Ebara.
Ebara started forming seals again.
He…
Mahaya didn't dodge this time.
He thought Ebara was trying to humiliate him again.
He was done caring.
If he caught Ebara and beat him senseless, he'd reclaim his pride.
Seeing Mahaya refuse to dodge, a triumphant glint flashed in Ebara's eyes.
His fingers danced through seals.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Bullet!"
He spat, and a chakra air bullet shot out like a gunshot, slamming into Mahaya.
"Ahh!" Mahaya screamed, his attack faltering.
He never expected Ebara to play for real this time.
On the sidelines, Ebara feigned exhaustion. "Phew… finally pulled it off…"
As if it took all his effort.
"Nice!" Tsunade cheered, waving her fist and shooting Koharu a smug glance.
"Don't get cocky," Koharu said coldly. "A sneaky punk like that won't last long."
"Oh? And what about your pal Mahaya?" Tsunade retorted. "Getting played like a fool—can someone that dumb teach kids?"
Tsunade's defiance gave the Third a headache.
Ebara was rubbing off on her.
"I'll kill you!" Mahaya roared, humiliated twice over.
Since taijutsu couldn't touch Ebara, he'd use ninjutsu.
He didn't believe he'd lose there too.
"Earth Style: Earth Spear!"
As Mahaya finished his last seal, a dozen earth spears shot toward Ebara.
Ebara didn't flinch.
"Wind Style: Vacuum Great Bullet!"
The jutsu he'd recently gained unleashed from his hands.
A blast of wind roared toward the spears.
The moment they met, the spears stalled, scattered by the gust.
But Ebara's wind fizzled out, unable to reach Mahaya.
No matter—Ebara had other plans.
Following the wind, he appeared right in front of Mahaya.
He took a deep breath.
He…
Mahaya, without thinking, dodged to the side.
Phlegm or Vacuum Bullet, he wasn't getting hit again.
His dodge played right into Ebara's hands.
Ebara's right leg, primed and ready, shot up.
The target? Mahaya's family jewels.
Mahaya never saw it coming.
Too late to dodge, he took the full force of the kick.
"Ahhh!"
A gut-wrenching scream echoed.
It was a sound to break hearts and bring tears.
Mahaya flew four or five meters, but he didn't care about the landing.
Curling into a ball, he clutched his groin, rolling on the ground to ease the agony.
But that piercing pain wasn't so easily soothed.
Every male spectator felt a chill in their nether regions, as if they'd been hit themselves.
"I knew it. This is how it ends for Teacher Mahaya," Shikaku said, his mouth twitching.
"Don't make an enemy of Teacher Ebara," Shino said gravely. "You never know what dirty trick's waiting."
Even the Third shuddered.
Ebara was ruthless.
That kick?
Mahaya might as well be called Naoya now.
Because… his manhood was gone!