Chapter 19 - Visit To The Ninja Academy

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Obito, who had dashed forward with a shout that could’ve roused the dead, abruptly found himself sprawled on his back, staring at the sky like he was trying to remember his own identity.

“I thought… this was my moment…” he mumbled weakly, clearly reconsidering every decision he had ever made.

At the same time, Mighty Guy, buzzing with enthusiasm, charged in screaming, "YOUTH!" only to be sent flying backward by a single punch from Kakashi, landing in a crumpled heap like an abandoned schoolbag.

Students were dropping left and right, most completely clueless about what had hit them. One second they were fired up, fists in the air, and the next, they were lying in the grass, gazing up at the sky and wondering what year it was.

Genma, watching his classmates fall like dominoes, gritted his teeth in frustration, twirling his senbon like a conductor leading an orchestra.

"Alright, we can’t let them keep wiping us out like this!" he yelled, trying to sound serious. "We need a plan!"

Mi Blade yawned lazily, stretching as if he had just woken from a nap, not even breaking a sweat.

"Hey Kakashi, should we dial it down? They look like they're losing all hope," he said, glancing at the ever-growing pile of groaning bodies.

Kakashi surveyed the scene of chaos, shrugged indifferently, and replied, "Up to you. But they’re not going to last much longer."

The whole battle was quickly turning into a comedy show, and if this was what ninja training looked like, maybe everyone needed to rethink their career choices.

Asuma crouched behind a tree, peeking out nervously.

"Uh, guys, maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all…" he muttered, as the mayhem unfolded before his eyes.

Mi Blade smirked, cracking his knuckles theatrically, as if he were preparing for an epic showdown.

"Alright, who's next? Don’t be shy!" he taunted, practically daring the others to challenge him.

"Everyone, surround them!"

Moonlight Hayate called out, trying to rally the troops like a cheerleader who’d lost her pom-poms.

He bravely positioned himself next to Kakashi, ready to unleash his renowned Konoha Ryu Swordsmanship—except, well, he didn’t have a sword. Or even a stick.

"Uh... I'm trapped!" Hayate exclaimed dramatically, his eyes wide with sudden realization.

"What?!"

Kakashi blinked, clearly unimpressed, as he raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to laugh or sigh.

At the center of the chaos, Mi Blade and Kakashi stood like final bosses in a video game—cool, untouchable, and utterly dominant—while Genma and Aoba tried to play the role of brave heroes.

They rushed at Mi Blade, fists swinging in a wild, uncoordinated flurry. Just as they were about to land a hit—poof!—a burst of smoke erupted, and suddenly... there was a log in Mi Blade’s place.

"Huh? Again with the log?!"

Genma grumbled, staring at the piece of wood with the same disappointment as someone who’d found out their favorite snack was discontinued. Aoba stood beside him, already regretting every choice that had led him here.

Before they could figure out what had just happened, Mi Blade reappeared behind them like a prankster ninja and casually delivered a karate chop to each of their necks.

Thud! They dropped to the ground like sacks of rice, officially out of the fight.

In the other side of on the battlefield, Kakashi was in his element—dodging punches with ease, sending students flying with minimal effort, and generally maintaining his image as the coolest guy in the room.

At one point, he spotted Obito, standing around looking lost (which, let’s be honest, was not unusual for him).

Kakashi didn’t waste any time—he somersaulted behind him with cat-like grace and, with a light tap, sent Obito flying across the field, landing near Mi Blade, who grinned mischievously like a predator that had just cornered its prey.

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"Oh no, not again!" Obito panicked, realizing what was coming.

With a grin that could only mean trouble, Mi Blade formed the Tiger Seal, leaned in dramatically, and delivered his signature move: the infamous Thousand Years of Death!

"NOOOO!"

Obito screamed, but it was too late. Thwack! He faceplanted into the ground, the sound echoing like the punchline to a bad joke.

"Gotcha!"

Mi Blade laughed, clearly enjoying himself while the rest of the class watched in a mix of horror and admiration. It was turning into one wild day at the Academy, where survival seemed optional, but laughter was mandatory.

Kakashi smirked, still calm and collected, but then his attention shifted to Asuma, who was trying to bark out orders like a general in charge of a hopeless army. Mi Blade and Kakashi exchanged a knowing glance, both of them with mischievous looks in their eyes.

"Shall we?" Mi Blade asked, his voice tinged with playful excitement.

"Yes," Kakashi replied with his usual cool demeanor, as though they were setting out on a casual mission rather than preparing to unleash chaos.

In perfect sync, they marched toward Asuma, fists raised, ready to deliver a friendly beatdown. Asuma, sensing disaster, quickly swapped himself with a nearby log, just in time to avoid their attack.

"Whew! That was close!" Asuma exhaled, wiping his brow like a cartoon character that had just narrowly avoided disaster. But peace would be short-lived.

A group of girls, led by Yuhi Kurenai, decided to join the fray, launching illusionary techniques at Mi Blade and Kakashi. However, the boys shrugged them off as though they were mere flies buzzing around.

Kurenai, realizing her illusions weren’t working, sighed and muttered, "Looks like we’re doing this the hard way."

Seeing an opportunity, Mi Blade’s eyes lit up. He rushed at Kurenai and, before she could react, scooped her up in a dramatic carry, like something out of a cheesy romantic movie.

Kurenai blinked in surprise, her expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"Uh... this wasn’t in the lesson plan?" she stammered.

"LET GO OF HER!" Asuma shouted, horrified as his crush was casually whisked away by Mi Blade like some awkward scene from a ninja soap opera.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Mi Blade tossed Kurenai towards Asuma, who barely managed to catch her, fumbling the way one might try to catch a slippery fish.

"That was... unexpected," Kurenai muttered, shooting Asuma a glare as she regained her footing.

After all the chaos, Kakashi and Mi Blade were left gasping for breath, looking like two exhausted partygoers after an all-night bash. Meanwhile,

Unbeknownst to them, Mighty Guy—still bursting with energy in his trademark green jumpsuit—stood proudly before them, seemingly unaffected by the madness.

"Kakashi, Mi Blade, I know I’m not the smartest," Akai began with dramatic flair, posing as if about to deliver a grand declaration.

"But I want to be recognized!" he announced, puffing out his chest.

Even though he had little chakra left and only a shaky grasp on basic jutsu, Akai had one trump card: a workout regime courtesy of his dad that could make anyone reconsider their fitness goals.

With a war cry that shook the air, Mighty Guy charged forward with the enthusiasm of someone late for a huge sale.

"Konoha’s Steel Fist!" he yelled as he aimed a flying kick at Kakashi, whose eyes widened in shock.

WHAM! Kakashi, who had been ready with a snarky remark, was sent flying into a tree with a loud crash. The scene was so absurd that all anyone could do was laugh at the sheer ridiculousness.

The class gasped in unison, their amazement rippling through the clearing.

'This was the same Mighty Guy I they’d spent months mocking? The guy who did push-ups during lunch breaks while everyone else was busy trading gossip as if it were the latest trend?'

Mighty Guy wasn’t about to bask in their shock. He swiftly turned to face Mi Blade, who was charging at him with the urgency of someone realizing he was about to lose out on the last slice of pizza.

With a sudden leap, Akai launched a perfectly executed whip kick, his leg cutting through the air with the force of a meteor.

Mi Blade's face shifted in disbelief—Akai’s legs felt like slamming into a brick wall wrapped in razor wire!

Akai wasn’t just strong—he was a force of nature. Even without tapping into the full power of the Eight Gates, he sent Kakashi and Mi Blade flying as if they were mere training dummies in a cruel, comedic display.

In pure hand-to-hand combat, Akai was running circles around them, making their efforts look like warm-ups while he was running a full marathon.

The fight soon descended into a chaotic whirl of punches and kicks. Every time Kakashi or Mi Blade thought they had Akai cornered, he powered through with the intensity of someone who had just downed an entire energy drink mixed with pure adrenaline.

Meanwhile, Kakashi and Mi Blade started looking like two guys who had accidentally joined a workout they weren’t remotely ready for—sweaty, breathless, and questioning every life decision that had led them to this point.

As the battle raged, Asuma and Shiranui Genma—who had been observing from the sidelines, probably pretending to strategize while nibbling on leftover bento—spotted their opportunity.

"Now’s our chance!" Asuma whispered dramatically, limping slightly from earlier "injuries" like a hero in a low-budget action film.

"Go, go, go!" Genma yelled, casting aside caution and dignity.

Fueled by both the stinging pain in his rear and a bruised ego, Asuma charged with the grace of a stampeding rhino.

"Surround them! Don’t let them escape!"

Before Mi Blade and Kakashi could react, they were suddenly engulfed in a chaotic dogpile of overzealous classmates. Arms and legs flailed as Asuma, somewhere deep in the heap, likely shouted something dramatic that was drowned out by the pandemonium.

"Get them!" someone yelled. "No mercy!"

Mi Blade, flattened beneath the pile, gasped, "Asuma, you’re beating up a six-year-old. Isn’t there some kind of rule against this?"

"Shut up, Genma! Pin him down, and I’ll make sure he regrets it!" Asuma hollered back, wild-eyed with a mix of excitement and panic.

The group continued to wrestle, punch, and smother Kakashi and Mi Blade. For a moment, it wasn’t clear if this was a ninja battle or a poorly executed game of tag gone horribly wrong, complete with the chaotic energy of a kids’ party that had spun out of control.

One thing was certain: nobody was getting out of this scuffle without a few bruises—and possibly some regrets involving misplaced kunai.

Off to the side, Obito paced back and forth like a caged animal, muttering to himself.

"A thousand years of payback… Kakashi, you’ve done this to me too many times. Today is my turn!" His eyes gleamed with a mix of determination and mischief.

Meanwhile, Kakashi, trapped beneath the pile of students, resembled a sad burrito, his muffled voice groaning from the heap.

"Obito, really? Aren’t we supposed to be friends?"

Obito grinned mischievously, cracking his knuckles like a cartoon villain

. "Exactly, which is why you’re overdue for some payback!" He licked his lips in anticipation, clearly enjoying the moment.

Just as Obito and Asuma were about to deliver their revenge in the most embarrassing way possible, a loud, dramatic sob echoed across the field.

"Whoooo-hoooo~!"

The chaos came to ani immediate halt. Everyone froze. Even Obito, poised to execute the infamous prank, paused, looking utterly confused.