Omake: Chunin Exam Final
"Final match - Uchiha Sasuke versus Kurosawa Hazou!" Kakashi sounded like he was actually taking his capacity as the finals referee seriously, Naruto thought. "Gentlemen, ready?"
Naruto was surprised how much like an Uchiha the Mist guy looked, black hair and pointy face and all, given how long ago his family had apparently split off. Sasuke had been shocked when the Perv-sage had asked him to confirm that that the other boy could have kids who possessed a version of the Sharingan, and had been looking forward to fighting him ever since.
The contestants in the arena below dropped into their stances, tensing. Sasuke's eyes flashed red as his Sharingan spun up. Out of the corner of his eye, Naruto saw Kurosawa's jaw go slack and his stance drop fractionally. He noticed he was confused -- not that it was hard, a taijutsu fighter dropping his stance was like an explosive tag going off in terms of things-to-be-confused-about.
His confusion was rapidly resolved when he saw that Kurosawa's eyes had flipped from blue to red, with three tomoe to mirror Sasuke's.
"That's... new," Sasuke observed hesitantly, maintaining his own stance.
"Yes. Yes it is. Kami, do you see this many colors
all the time?" Kurosawa responded in a far-away voice.
"Sensei, should we delay the match and figure this out?" Sasuke called over to Kakashi.
"No," Kurosawa butted in, "I think I'm figuring this out. Let's give these people a show." His smile looked entirely too friendly for the situation.
"Fine by me. Begin!" called Kakashi.
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Sasuke noticed he was confused. There was a fist in the side of his face, where his eyes had insisted Kurosawa was throwing a feint, while the knee strike he'd been sure was the real attack had never materialized. He disengaged quickly, trying to focus enough to drown out Naruto's shouted admonitions to "hurry up and hit him" and to reassess his options.
Kurosawa's taijutsu was, he admitted begrudgingly, impressive, all the more so for its apparent ability to slip through the Sharingan's predictive capability. He wasn't sure if that was just weird closely-related bloodlines interacting, or if the Mist genin had gone ahead and invented a style of taijutsu that
broke physics. From sparring with Kakashi, Sasuke had serious doubts that a weapons exchange would be productive, which left ninjutsu.
"Grand Fireball Jutsu!" He felt the familiar heat build up in his stomach as he pulled chakra out and transformed it into fire, pouring out of his mouth towards Kurosawa. He wasn't feeling especially kind at the moment, he was
pretty confident the other boy was good enough not to get cooked, and there were medics on staff and one on Team Uplift (which, if you were to ask him, was a
bizarre choice for a team name).
The fireball vanished suddenly, drawn into a seal attached to a tagged kunai which was headed right for him. He moved to dodge it almost casually, starting to look for where his opponent had vanished to, before realizing that the onrushing air from the vacuum left behind was
tearing the seal apart, holy shit, we might all die right here and substituted himself with the furthest of the large rocks scattered around the arena. Immediately he leapt up and away from the shockwave forming behind him, hoping to use his new vantage point to spot Kurosawa.
From here he could see the hole his opponent had dived into, which meant the ground was now a trap. Fortunately he was headed for one of the arena walls--
Out of which was suddenly growing a mass of stone tendrils, reaching out for him. He tried valiantly to reorient, dodge through them, push off them, anything to get out and away, but any that would have given him leverage swerved out of the way, and the remainder ensnared him.
An earth clone emerged from the wall and held a kunai to his neck. "I yield," Sasuke bit out.
"Ballistic target, predictable target," it said dully. "Even without the Sharingan."
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"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" Kagome shrieked.
"I'm sorry, sensei," Hazou mumbled.
"SORRY? You THREW a SEAL at a FIREBALL! It's only designed to explode safely when destroyed by AIR PRESSURE! If so much as a SPARK had touched it you could have DIED! And there were all those other people in the arena too I guess. And that Uchiha kid! Good job winning, by the way, that stinking eyeball
cheater deserved to be taught a lesson. But he woulda died for sure, and then everyone in Konoha would be screaming for us to have our ears stuffed with lupchanzen and marched off to fight on the front lines, or to have us handed over to that snake guy for experiments, or to be forced to eat each others organs in penance, or--"
"Kagome! Breathing," Inoue-sensei admonished sharply.
Hazou tried to preempt the rest of Kagome's rant while he was busy recovering his oxygen. "Sensei, I was actually wondering if it might actually be possible for the two of us to have a quick sparring session?"
She smirked and sat up from her position lounging on one of the park's benches. "You get promoted to chunin and suddenly you think you're hot shit, huh? Okay Mr. Mew, let's see what you've got." She, of course, replicated a plaintive cat's call perfectly.
Noburi took up a position as impromptu referee. "Ready? Begin!"
Hazou's eyes spun red as they had in the arena, causing a flinch of collective shock among the rest of the team. He leapt at Inoue, who held her own for a moment before misreading a palm strike that transitioned smoothly to a joint lock-hip throw combo that put her squarely on her ass.
"Kami, you sure have grown, kid," Inoue-sensei laughed as Hazou helped pull her to her feet. The noncombatants watched in ill-concealed shock as she, after losing a taijutsu spar for the first time any of them could recall, tried to go in for a hair ruffle, which Hazou dodged deftly before reaching over and mussing up her crimson locks with both hands. "Aaaah! Mercy!" she cried, laughing. Hazou ceremoniously withdrew the comb he had kept on him to fix his own hair in the past and handed it over with a small bow.
"Hazou-sensei, how were you able to activate the Sharingan again? Sasuke isn't here, and you said that when you couldn't use it right after the match you'd assumed that it only worked when you were fighting someone with the Sharingan themselves," Akane queried.
"I
am fighting someone with the Sharingan," he said, wearing Kurosawa Smirk #47:
Iiiii know sooomething yooouu dooon't. "Or at least I'm in conflict with him, which seems to be enough. We were playing shogi a little while ago, and he turned his on as part of his capacity training, and suddenly I could do it too. That Nara guy worked it out. So I asked if Sasuke would wait a bit for my turn."