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Might Duy stood in the middle of the courtyard of Uchiha Ale's house, his green spandex shining like neon under the blazing sun. His yellow scarf fluttered in the breeze, which somehow felt like a storm whenever he moved. His smile was wide, his white teeth gleaming—more painful than the light of the Sharingan.
I could only groan, my knees still trembling from the brutal morning training.
'Is this a human or a lost street lamp?!'
"Young man!" Duy shouted, giving a superhero-like thumbs-up. "Your training today is truly burning! Your youthful spirit—"
"I'm an Uchiha, not just some ordinary kid"
I cut him off while wiping away my sweat.
Well... living in this world requires strength, and I am an Uchiha! I will become the strongest!
"You're incredible, young man! You—" Duy started spouting youthful nonsense again.
Calm down, Ale... stay calm. I need this guy to train my taijutsu.
Duy is just... so noisy! Extremely noisy!
After a while, I finally said,
"Let's go, Duy-senpai, we will start the sparring."
I stood up from my spot, and at the same time, Duy got ready.
'Neu, can you speed up my muscle regeneration or not? I feel like I got hit by a bijuu!'
--- "Muscle regeneration: 30% complete. Suggestion: surrender and pretend to faint. Success rate: 99%."
Damn it. The AI is getting sassier.
Duy jumped closer, his face suddenly just inches from mine. The smell of eucalyptus oil and sweat invaded my breath. "Let's start with 1000% SPIRIT!"
I sighed. "Alright, alright. But if you lose, I'm burning that yellow scarf."
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Duy launched like a green arrow. His Konoha Senpū kick—a signature spinning attack that could split rocks—sliced through the air right in front of my face. But...
CRACK!
It wasn't me who got hit, but the wooden table behind me, which shattered into pieces. Splinters flew everywhere, one getting stuck in Duy's messy hair.
"Missed target!" he shouted, still in a pose with his hands on his waist. "But don't worry! FAILURE IS—"
I smirked. "Fuel for Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu?"
"CORRECT!" Duy laughed loudly, then spun like a caffeine-addicted spinning top. His yellow scarf twisted into a perfect circle.
--- "Enemy movement analysis: 80% illogical, 15% embarrassing, 5% dangerous. Recommendation: run."
Agreed. But my legs are stiff!
BAM!
His second kick slammed into my stomach. I flew into the wall, sticking like a cartoon character who just got hit by a truck. My breath hitched, my vision blurred.
"Your breathing is chaotic!" he shouted, still smiling brightly. "Focus on YOUTH!"
'What youth?! I'm five years old, you idiot!'
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I stood up, trying the basic Uchiha taijutsu stance—low guard, fists clenched. But Duy jumped to the side, moving like a possessed horse. His hands spun around, creating a mini whirlwind that blew dust into my face.
"THIS… IS FREESTYLE TAIJUTSU!" he screamed, going wild like a rabid rabbit.
SLAP!
His palm landed on my butt.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I jolted, my face burning red. 'Don't go around smacking people!'
Duy laughed heartily. "Your body must learn to feel EVERY ATTACK!"
--- "Conclusion: enemy uses clown-style taijutsu. Threat level: low. Embarrassment level: extreme."
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After 15 consecutive losses, I lay sprawled on the ground like a fish out of water. Duy pulled out a bottle of green juice from… somewhere.
"DRINK THIS! THE SECRET ELIXIR OF YOUTH!"
I sniffed the bottle—it smelled like a mix of rotten grass and old socks.
'Neu, analyze this.'
--- "Composition: 50% fermented vegetables, 30% brown sugar, 20% unknown bacteria. Warning: consumption may cause hallucinations and internal bleeding."
But Duy had already shoved the bottle into my mouth. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. The thick liquid tasted like genjutsu-infused mud mixed with Hokage's wrath.
'This… is worse than Orochimaru's Cursed Seal…'
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On the rooftop, a Root operative hid behind the chimney. His fingers moved swiftly over a scroll.
"Subject Uchiha Ale is showing drastic physical improvement. Today: 15 losses against Might Duy. Additional notes…"
He paused, watching as Ale vomited into the bushes.
"Subject experiencing acute poisoning. Survival probability: 50%. Recommendation: monitor further developments."
In the shadows, Danzo grunted. "Uchiha never learn."
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The Next Morning:
The sun hadn't fully risen when Ale woke up, his mouth feeling like it had been licked by an Anbu.
'I'd rather fight the Kyuubi with no arms than drink Duy's juice again…'
--- "Note: Host shows PTSD symptoms towards green juice. Suggestion: add 'avoid Duy' to daily missions."
AIGHT I'VE POST 3 CHAPTERS TODAY WITH THE ONE FORGOT YESTERDAY. BTW TOMORROW IS MY holiday..