Since Ensui Nara had seen Yuta using a technique similar to his clan's jutsu, he had tried to make himself forget about it for a long time. Being curious would probably give him nothing but a headache. He knew that, but he couldn't overcome his curiosity.
Unfortunately, he didn't succeed and finally, he slowly approached Yuta as he waved the paper from the device in his hand. Now he had to ask a question, but about what?
Uh, Yuta can you manipulate shadows too? That would be a ridiculous question because he had already seen him manipulating shadows and that's why he was here now.
Yuta can you use our clan's techniques? No that was an even more ridiculous question, probably any shinobi with enough training could use these techniques. Shadow manipulation techniques were not passed down through the bloodline like some kind of sharingan, it was more of a skill that was passed down through hard training within the family. So even though a person could manipulate shadows, a member of the Nara clan would have to share the techniques with him for him to know the techniques in his clan. Most importantly, the Nara clan's techniques were a complex art that overtaxed the mind, and it would take ordinary people years to reach even a beginner's level.
"I'll give your hat back after the fights. The sun is very annoying."
When Ensui remained silent after approaching Yuta, he finally had to try to guess what Ensui wanted to do.
Ensui secretly really wanted his hat, but like every Nara clansman, he had the low emotional ability that came with a high IQ, and a hat was only worth a certain level in his eyes. "I just wanted to ask about the technique you just used. My father also uses the shadow storage technique and he said that items stored in the shadow weigh more than normal."
"Mine's not a ninjutsu, it's a kekkei genkai. I've been able to use it since I started extracting chakra."
Nara mumbled in surprise that the Senju clan didn't have such a kekkei genkai and then shut his mouth as if he understood something. Yuta couldn't help but smile as he looked at his movements, guessing what he was thinking.
Ensui probably thought that he was adopted and not really from the Senju clan, but Tsunade didn't tell him about it and he would grow up thinking he was a real Senju. As Ensui sat nervously, as if he had just learned a secret he wasn't supposed to know, watching the draw of the fighters, Yuta smiled, looked at his nervously clenched legs, and turned the camera on him.
click...snap
[ Analyzing photo... ]
[ Congratulations you caught a bronze moment; little tension]
[ Photo reward: Bronze level cursed summoning draw right ]
"Heh, it works."
Ensui grimaced at the flash of the camera, then asked Yuta what it was and Yuta handed him the film from the camera.
"A black paper?"
"Keep it, you can discover what it is later."
As the results of the draw were announced, Yuta put down the camera in his hand. As the camera was about to hit the ground, a dark void formed on the ground, and the camera was sucked into Yuta's shadow.
Nara Ensui will skip this round
As the last person to be drawn, Ensui went straight through to the next round, presumably because the total number of students was odd, leaving one person with no match. Ensui heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the result.
There were nine arenas in total and each time all the arenas were filled and the battles started. During the fourth round, it was finally Yuta's turn and Yuta made his way to the arena.
When Yuta saw that his opponent was an unknown first-year student, he realized that he didn't need to do anything extra this round.
Yuta and the student with part of his long hair tied up stepped into the arena and waited for the starting whistle. Before the battle began, Yuta's opponent smiled at him, wished him good luck, and asked him not to hurt himself too much while scratching the back of his head. This gave Yuta a good impression of him. Until he heard a man and a woman in the audience shouting.
"Don't show him mercy! He's just a first-year!"
At first, Yuta didn't care as he stared at the couple in ninja costumes, who he guessed were the parents of the boy in front of him, but their words grew more cruel by the second.
Yuta finally lost his patience when he heard the woman yelling at her son to destroy his manhood and the starting whistle blew simultaneously.
Yuta stretched out two fingers and waved his hand from right to left, and without looking back, he made his way out of the arena. When Yuta reached the steps of the arena, the referee appeared right in front of him.
"You know the prize for this competition, right? Are you sure you want to give up?"
Yuta spread his hands and sighed, then answered the referee. "Give up? Take another look."
Meanwhile, everyone on the Hokage side was watching Yuta and at first, they were confused by what he was doing. Sarutobi believed that he was a spy with a special plan to gain trust in the village, so he used all of his brains to try to figure out what he was planning.
He had just revealed his abilities, so it was too late to hide them, it was time for him to reveal them and do some heroic acts and then hope for everything to go well. So what was this boy doing now?
"Ebisu, did you see what he did?" the old woman asked the man sitting beside her, her voice full of curiosity.
"He must have used some kind of wind ninjutsu." The old man answered his ex-wife's question with his ideas.