This was the Uchiha clan's signature Shurikenjutsu.
In the entire class, only Minato Namikaze could rival it.
Dodging such an attack completely was nearly impossible.
Since it was hard to dodge—
Yuya chose not to dodge at all.
Facing the eight incoming shuriken, Yuya suddenly clenched his fist. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes as he shifted his body slightly, bent his arm, and smashed his fist forward toward the oncoming blades.
"Is he insane?!"
"Blocking shuriken with his fist?!"
The entire class stared in disbelief.
The chūnin instructor froze for a moment—then sneered.
Even if the shuriken were unsharpened training weapons, they could still injure someone.
And since Yuya had brought this upon himself, at worst the instructor would bear only minimal responsibility.
But in the very next instant—
Everyone's expressions froze.
Crack—!!!
A dim white light surged forth and exploded outward.
Yuya's fist clearly struck nothing—yet it was as though he had punched an invisible mirror.
That mirror fractured.
Fine cracks spread outward, and the air itself shattered under the blow.
The eight shuriken that had been flying toward him instantly seemed to sink into mud, slowing drastically.
In the end, not a single one reached Yuya.
All of them fell harmlessly to the ground.
"That's impossible!"
"How can a fist stop shuriken?! Wait—was that a ninjutsu? But he didn't form any hand seals!"
The field erupted into chaos.
The students looked as though their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
Kushina covered her mouth in shock—she had never imagined Yuya possessed such power.
Even Minato Namikaze, who had barely been paying attention to the match, narrowed his eyes in interest, clearly intrigued by Yuya's ability.
"What… did you just do?!"
On the field, Uchiha Izumiya was just as stunned. His perfectly sealed shuriken attack had accomplished nothing.
Yuya didn't answer.
Instead, he drew a kunai and charged straight at Izumiya.
Izumiya's anger flared.
This dead last was ignoring him completely?!
"You think some strange trick is enough to defeat me?" Izumiya snarled.
"Arrogant fool! I'll show you the true strength of the Uchiha clan!"
He drew his own kunai and rushed forward to meet Yuya head-on.
At that instant, Yuya tightened his grip.
Buzz—!!
A dim white aura wrapped around the tip of his kunai as it slashed downward.
Izumiya's pupils shrank.
He sensed danger—but had no choice except to block.
The two kunai collided.
Strangely, there was no metallic clash.
Instead—
Crack!
It sounded like glass shattering.
Fine fractures spread from the point of contact.
Izumiya felt a violent tremor surge through his grip, an overwhelming force crashing into his body.
That vibration nearly tore him apart from the inside.
Clang!
His kunai slipped from his fingers and hit the ground. Izumiya staggered backward, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, terror filling his eyes.
What was that white light?!
What was that terrifying vibration?!
No one answered.
The students—and even the chūnin instructor—were completely stunned into silence.
Yuya, however, didn't stop.
Kunai in hand, he pressed forward.
Having already suffered once, Izumiya no longer dared to meet him head-on and retreated awkwardly.
He was being completely suppressed.
As he continued to retreat, the numbness in his body finally began to fade—and fury surfaced on his face.
Being pushed to this extent… by a dead last?!
Glancing at the chūnin instructor, Izumiya clenched his teeth.
"You forced this. Don't blame me if you die."
In the next instant, he halted and rapidly formed hand seals.
But before he could complete them—
Yuya flicked his left hand, sending a stack of shuriken flying.
Thud!
They struck true—
Yet Izumiya's body instantly transformed into a chunk of wood.
Substitution Technique.
Yuya's eyes flickered.
But in the very next moment, a terrifying wave of heat surged from behind him—before even striking, it carried scorching pressure.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
The moment the technique appeared, the entire field erupted in shock.
This was a C-rank ninjutsu.
Izumiya was drenched in sweat. Casting it nearly drained his chakra reserves.
The massive fireball roared toward Yuya.
Izumiya sneered inwardly—no matter how strong Yuya was, there was no way he could withstand a C-rank jutsu he had just mastered.
BOOM—!!
The explosion of flames stunned the entire audience.
Students instinctively retreated, hair curling from the heat.
"Unbelievable… Izumiya can actually use that jutsu!"
"Is he really the same age as us?!"
Shock filled countless faces.
"Yuya!!"
Kushina cried out, her face pale.
Being hit by a technique like this wasn't just an injury—it could be fatal.
Even the chūnin instructor hadn't expected Izumiya to unleash a C-rank Great Fireball.
He almost moved to intervene—
Then stopped.
An accident during combat…
Wasn't that normal?
On the battlefield, facing the roaring inferno, Yuya's heart tightened.
He had anticipated an ambush after the Substitution Technique—but he hadn't expected a C-rank ninjutsu.
Ninjutsu were ranked S, A, B, C, D, and E.
E-rank belonged to the Academy.
D-rank was standard for genin.
C-rank was typically the domain of chūnin.
Only exceptionally talented genin used C-rank jutsu regularly.
"As expected… Uchiha can't be underestimated."