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"Never thought I'd have the chance to meet Kakashi, the Sharingan wielder," Zabuza's voice was low and gravelly, clearly that of someone who hadn't seen sunlight in a long time.
"I didn't expect to meet the Demon of the Mist, Momochi Zabuza, either," Kakashi replied, lifting his forehead protector to reveal his dormant Sharingan. He was well aware of Zabuza's reputation and prepared himself accordingly.
"You... really want to see the Sharingan that badly?!" Sasuke suddenly interjected, his eyes snapping open to reveal blood-red irises.
"Oh? An Uchiha survivor, huh?" Zabuza sneered, fully aware of the massacre that had wiped out the Uchiha clan—it had been headline news in the ninja world for months.
Naruto's inner thoughts were chaotic. So the Sharingan is that famous? Should I get myself a plug-and-play version too? Though irritated, he moved swiftly, removing his weighted gear and placing it quietly on the ground. The sound of metal hitting the floor echoed faintly, but even this small act could serve to mislead Zabuza into underestimating them—a tiny edge was still an edge.
Kakashi observed their actions and immediately understood what they were planning. Stepping forward, he blocked their path and said gravely, "Naruto, Sasuke, this isn't someone you two can handle."
Naruto slowly approached Zabuza, smirking as he spoke. "You won't know until we try, right? What do you think, Sasuke?"
"Yeah," Sasuke agreed coolly, his Sharingan glowing ominously. If Zabuza wanted to test the power of the Sharingan, then they would happily oblige—and see if he was worthy of witnessing its might.
"Two brats... where does your courage come from?" Zabuza growled, narrowing his eyes at the pair.
"Is it the Sharingan? Or perhaps that strange weapon of yours?"
"Hmm??"
The final syllable of Zabuza's question hung heavily in the air as a wave of murderous intent exploded from him, freezing the atmosphere around them. Naruto faltered briefly before regaining his composure. Turning to Sasuke, who seemed momentarily stunned, he shouted, "Are you scared? Fine, I'll take him on myself!"
With that, Naruto hurled a scaffolding pole toward Zabuza, followed by a flying wok and two bricks while sprinting forward.
Do you think I'm some jokester from Xiamen University? I'm from Jiaotong University—trained by Fox Sensei since birth! I've been chatting casually with Kurama since I was five. Do you think your aura scares me more than a tailed beast's?
"Fear? No, I'm excited!" Sasuke snapped out of his daze, catching up to Naruto. [This opponent is strong—much stronger than those last two fools. Finally, someone worth fighting!]
The scaffolding shattered under Zabuza's kick, the wok was deflected by his massive cleaver sword, and the bricks missed entirely. Undeterred, Naruto charged forward, gripping a mithril kunai tightly in his left hand and reinforcing it with chakra through his right. With a sharp ting, the blade clashed against Zabuza's Kubikiribōchō.
"You've got guts, kid. I'll make sure to write your name down in my notebook," Zabuza said coldly, looking down at Naruto.
"You can write it... after you're lying on the ground," Naruto retorted, disengaging from the clash and attempting to circle behind Zabuza.
There was no way around it—the giant sword was like a wall blocking all attacks.
Zabuza aimed a kick at Naruto but was forced to withdraw when Sasuke launched a flurry of shuriken at him. Now trapped between the two boys—one in front, one behind—Zabuza found himself caught in a pincer maneuver.
Both Naruto and Sasuke moved in perfect synchronization.
Reacting quickly, Zabuza swung his massive sword in a wide arc, forcing the two back before leaping into the air. Positioning his sword behind him, he began forming hand seals. These kids were fast—he needed to slow them down.
Meanwhile, Naruto, having shed his weights, was now nearly as fast as Rock Lee without his training weights (though not quite as explosive). Sasuke's activation of Raiton cells lagged slightly behind Naruto's speed, but together, they fought with such synergy that their combined strength surpassed even two Rock Lees. After all, their relentless training and natural talent put them leagues ahead of ordinary shinobi. And let's not forget—they were inherently overpowered.
Back to the battle.
Just as Zabuza started forming seals, another scaffolding pole came hurtling toward him, interrupting his focus. Taking advantage of the distraction, Naruto leapt up, driving his kunai straight toward Zabuza once again. When the attack was parried, Naruto attempted a follow-up kick—but Zabuza countered with a brutal kick to Naruto's stomach, sending him crashing to the ground. Naruto rolled twice, spitting bile, but sprang back up without hesitation, ignoring the dirt on his clothes.
Naruto had two plans: the first was to prevent Zabuza from completing any jutsu, and the second… well, it was still underway.
Using the momentum from kicking Naruto, Zabuza propelled himself higher into the air, only to meet Sasuke mid-leap. Unable to generate new force, Zabuza raised his arms defensively—but Sasuke's spinning heel kick sent him crashing back to the ground. Before Zabuza could regain his footing, Naruto was already upon him.
Kakashi watched the relentless assault unfold, reminiscent of waves crashing against a reef. He couldn't help but recall how he'd struggled to fend off these same two during their earlier spars. While he admired their bravery in challenging a superior foe, part of him wondered, They just graduated from the academy—are they really supposed to be this bold? Then again, seeing Naruto shrug off a devastating blow moments ago brought back memories of their previous encounter. Shaking his head, Kakashi sighed inwardly:
[What kind of creatures are these two?
How did Kushina manage to give birth to something like this?!]
A strange intuition gripped Kakashi—were Madara Uchiha to rise from the dead or Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki to descend and destroy the world, these two would undoubtedly charge straight into battle, unafraid. The feeling was overwhelming.
Sakura, meanwhile, sat paralyzed on the ground, clutching a kunai tightly for comfort. Watching her teammates repeatedly charge forward despite being beaten back brought tears to her eyes.
[We're supposed to be a team... Why am I always useless?]
To be fair, Sakura wasn't weak. In terms of tiers within the ninja world, she fell somewhere between civilian-level and specialized techniques. But placed alongside these two absurdly gifted individuals—who trained and fought like rabid dogs—it was no wonder she struggled to keep up. They weren't normal; they were downright monstrous.
The battle raged on. Within a minute, the trio exchanged over a dozen blows, each engagement ending with Naruto and Sasuke being knocked back, battered and bruised.
Five minutes later, Naruto's entire outfit was soaked red—but miraculously, there were no visible wounds. Sasuke fared better, thanks largely to his Sharingan. It allowed him to anticipate and evade almost every move, provided his body could keep up. Even so, blood trickled from minor cuts across his frame.
Each time Zabuza flung Sasuke away like a ragdoll, Naruto closed the distance, tossing weapons and launching reckless attacks. Their coordination was seamless, their determination unshakable.
Finally, after five grueling minutes, their persistence bore fruit—a shallow cut appeared on Zabuza's arm. Though minimal, it was progress.
Enraged, Zabuza swung his massive sword down at Naruto, who responded by raising a mithril pickaxe above his head.
Krack.
A hairline fracture appeared along the Kubikiribōchō's surface. Under the strain of their clashing forces, the blade snapped clean in half, the broken piece spiraling into the sky before embedding itself in the ground.
Plan B successful. By repeatedly striking the same point on Zabuza's sword, Naruto had exploited the durability difference between their weapons. The Kubikiribōchō may have healed itself using absorbed blood, but neither Naruto nor Sasuke bled enough for it to recover fully. Coupled with Sasuke's evasive prowess and the final impact against Naruto's reinforced pickaxe, the legendary sword finally gave out.
"Kakashi-sensei, your turn!" Naruto shouted, rushing toward Sasuke. His teammate needed immediate medical attention—he was already pale from blood loss, and the fall from Zabuza's throw hadn't helped.
Kakashi stepped in seamlessly, positioning himself between Zabuza and the weary duo. Out of the corner of his eye, he observed his students. This team... might produce two truly formidable shinobi someday.
Zabuza was frustrated. These brats were relentless, throwing themselves into the fray despite countless injuries. Every attempt to form seals was interrupted by bizarre projectiles, and their coordinated assaults left no room for error. Faced with Kakashi's Sharingan and the sight of Sasuke recovering from near-fatal wounds, Zabuza realized the tide had turned.
Most concerning was Naruto—a monster who could heal others, endure repeated blows, and emerge unscathed.
Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Zabuza vanished in a Body Flicker Technique, leaving without a word.
"Hey! My name's Uzumaki Naruto! Don't forget to write it down in your little book!" Naruto called out triumphantly, as if he hadn't just endured a brutal beating moments ago.
And with that, Zabuza—the man known for charging headfirst into impossible battles—retreated.
The fight had lasted less than ten minutes, yielding only a single wound on Zabuza and a broken Kubikiribōchō as spoils of war.
As Kakashi lowered his forehead protector, he watched Naruto, now drenched in blood-soaked clothing, hoist the broken blade onto his shoulder and walk away. Shaking his head, he muttered once more:
[What kind of creature is this boy?]