The Genjutsu Devil of Konoha

"Match One: Nawaki Senju vs. Takeshi Uchiha."

"I finally get to show you tree huggers that the Uchiha are better."

...Hm, shit gets racist very fast between those two clans.

"As if I would ever let someone with pink eye beat me."

Well damn, didn't Nawaki have some backbones?

Takeshi's brows would furrow—oh, he hated this.

"You two... calm down," Renji would say calmly.

"I want a nice clean fight. No jutsu, only Taijutsu. Whoever leaves this circle loses. If you give up, you lose. If you are unable to fight, you lose. You get disqualified if you're found to have intentionally tried to harm your opponent."

The two kids would nod, getting in front of each other and making the sign needed.

"Hajime."

Nawaki would rush toward the boy like his life was on the line or some shit. He would throw a punch; Takeshi would block it, throwing a kick toward his exposed side.

Nawaki would parry that blow; Takeshi would flip away.

A kick that was parried—Nawaki would throw a wooden kunai at Takeshi, who, using his own wooden kunai (yes, they had those), would rush toward him. Nawaki didn't care—he blocked each of Takeshi's strikes by hitting his hands. As in, he blocked his hands from moving.

And since the boy's hands were holding the kunai, he couldn't really stab Nawaki with it. Nawaki grabbed the boy before trying to slam him into the floor.

Takeshi would flip forward, positioning his feet in front of Nawaki's chest. Using the boy's chest as a springboard, he would jump away.

Nawaki would take a few steps back.

"Oh... ha!"

Nawaki would barely stop before he crossed the line.

"Phew, almost lost."

Nawaki's senses then screamed at him. He would move his head to the side as the wooden kunai went straight past his cheek.

"You miss—" Before he could finish his sentence, Takeshi's fist would make contact with his face.

Nawaki would take a singular step back.

The line was right there. Takeshi would press on his advantage, rushing at him. He would jump at Nawaki before delivering a wonderful kick to the boy's chin.

Wow. He watched as Nawaki's body went over three feet in the air... strong boy.

Before landing outside the stadium... the ring... same thing.

Seijuro was analyzing all of this. That was a nice strategy.

Well, Takeshi was strong.

Takeshi would slightly wipe his nose, looking all smug.

"I told you, tree hugger. The Uchiha clan is far superior to your clan."

"That was cheating, you distracted me."

Wow, Nawaki really didn't know.

"What, do you think ninja fight fair and square? We're ninja. If you wanted to be a fair fighter, you should have become a samurai. Come cry me a river. Go cry to your big sister."

Nawaki didn't look too happy.

"The Senju clan must really be miserable, only having you and your gambling addict of a sister."

{Second Shinobi War hasn't happened yet, so she isn't a legendary ninja yet.}

"Now please, both of you... do the reconciliation seal," the instructor would say, clearing his throat. But the way his face was red... the man was thinking of Tsunade's rack.

Seijuro himself never really saw them, but the instructor seemed to flush, so he would say they were decent—like, something along the lines of a MILF physique at her tender age of like 19–20-ish.

Oh well, none of his business. Thinking of racks wouldn't help him get stronger... hm, he did need to have a partner though. Granted, it wasn't high on his to-do list, but he did need to find one.

So what was his type?

Since Nanny Yui raised him, he would like someone who is soft and kind but had like a fiery temper to contrast his own.

Her figure didn't matter much to him, though if he could choose, someone with a built physique—maybe some light fat around the waist or so.

Pretty flexible. He wouldn't date someone who didn't try to be better. Hm, his type wasn't that high if he thought so himself. The tits or ass would be an added benefit if anything else.

Hm, now after analyzing his teammates' fighting styles—no, not teammates... classmates—he had found a counter for their styles. Nawaki was a brawler, so keeping your distance or being very agile and quick on your feet would help.

Takeshi seemed to use misdirection a lot. He seemed quite cocky, so the best way would be a mental game—say something to get him off his game, and while he's mad, go all out and take him in one singular blow. Either that, or lay a trap for him. He would be too deep in rage to ever notice the web being spun around him. Hm, this was quite fun to ponder about.

Hm. Oh yes, the next fight should be...

"Match Two: Seijuro Kurama vs. Kaito Uchiha."

Hm, the instructor seemed to have finished his sentence. Oh well, who cared?

Seijuro didn't mind. He would walk toward the circle.

There was a decent amount of space to fight in there—just basic Taijutsu, that was all he had.

Kaito was probably prideful.

Hm, maybe set him up.