Motomu patted Might Guy on the shoulder and said helplessly.
"Guy, is Kakashi not enough to satisfy you anymore?"
Kakashi: "..."
Obito: "..."
Guy gave a thumbs up, his teeth flashing in a grin.
"He's a great rival, but I want to see your true strength even more!"
"If Anko-chan can do it, I want to clearly see the gap between myself and a top-tier genius too."
"What do you say, Kakashi?"
Looking at Kakashi, who was leaning in with a serious expression.
Motomu realized that Orochimaru had set him up!
It made sense for a muscle-brain like Guy to challenge him, but what was with Kakashi?
Was he going to get involved too?
'Can I even beat Kakashi right now?'
Motomu's mind was a bit of a mess.
"Big brother, since you were taken in as a disciple by Orochimaru."
"I want to know your true strength as well."
Turning his head, Motomu saw Obito putting on a serious expression just like Kakashi's.
'Fine, fine! All of you guys are coming at me one by one, huh!'
Motomu knew Guy and Kakashi were strong.
'But little brother, if I don't knock the wind out of you, I'll start calling you the big brother!'
"Motomu-kun, everyone, I know basic bandaging. If anyone gets hurt during the match, I can provide treatment."
A gentle voice rang out.
Obito looked back at Rin's smile, which was as bright as the moonlight, and was momentarily dazed.
Thinking of the fantasy of being gently bandaged by Rin after getting hurt, Obito's little heart beat excitedly like a drum.
While the little brother was getting excited, a cute figure was already standing at the classroom door.
"Motomu-kun! Let's go ho... uh... what?"
Little Anko looked at the scene before her and was suddenly at a loss.
It wasn't until Guy, the initiator of the duel, finished explaining that Anko understood what was happening.
Giving Rin a wary look, little Anko quickly joined in.
"Motomu! I can do medical bandaging too."
Uchiha Motomu opened his mouth, and as if resigning himself to fate, let out a long sigh.
"Sigh, I really can't do anything with you guys."
Konoha Training Ground.
The six children gathered in the clearing.
Anko and Rin, sitting on the grass, finished organizing their medical kits and gave an 'OK' gesture to Obito and Motomu, who were forming the Seal of Confrontation on the field.
"Big brother, I won't give up easily!"
Under Rin's gaze, a nervous Obito shouted and rushed forward with a kunai in hand.
The Sharingan emerged in Motomu's pupils.
Obito, who wasn't slow to begin with, looked like he was just charging recklessly under the gaze of the Sharingan.
Motomu pinched a senbon between his middle finger and thumb and flicked it gently toward Obito.
With the full support of his psychokinesis—which was nearly twice as strong as yesterday.
In less than 0.3 seconds, the silver senbon reached an initial velocity of 200 meters per second.
The slender steel needle let out a terrifying piercing whistle as it cut through the air.
In Obito's eyes, his big brother had merely twitched a finger.
Then, a silver flash with an unreadable trajectory instantly crossed the distance between them.
"Clang!"
A crisp metallic collision sounded, and the kunai was knocked out of Obito's grip.
A tearing pain shot from his hand to his brain.
Obito looked down; blood was already seeping from his palm.
"You can't even get close. You've already lost, Obito."
Motomu thought for a moment and decided he shouldn't crush Obito's confidence too much, so he added:
"Your speed is good, but you were too careless. Next time, remember to use long-range feints to create an opening to close the distance."
Hearing this, the smile returned to Obito's dejected face.
"Yeah, I really was careless this time. I didn't expect you to be hiding your strength so well, big brother!"
"Next time, I definitely won't make the same mistake!"
Seeing Obito become determined again, Motomu immediately signaled with his eyes toward where Rin was.
Obito understood instantly and scurried over, clutching his wound.
On the other side, seeing Obito defeated in an instant, Kakashi's gaze gradually grew serious.
Kakashi had experienced Obito's strength before; in terms of taijutsu, it was about ninety percent of his own.
To think he would be instantly defeated by Motomu!
Guy was equally silent. He had seen the attack just now clearly; dodging one would be easy, but dodging more than two would be pushing his limits.
"Guy, are you confident?"
Hearing Kakashi's voice in his ear, Guy snapped out of it and shook his head with a somber expression.
"Kakashi, his Sharingan can see through your Three Basic Jutsu."
"It's too difficult for one person to get close."
"You pin him down from a distance while I lead the main assault. We might have a chance if we go in together."
Motomu ignored the two of them discussing him.
Inside, he was still reminiscing about that last move.
The psychokinesis-driven railgun using senbon as ammunition was getting stronger and stronger!
If it could reach supersonic speeds in a few days, wouldn't these kids, who barely knew any ninjutsu, be unable to block it at all?
'I'm practically smurfing!'
'After upgrading the Big Eyeball to level 6 tonight, I'll go straight to Training Ground 7.'
'As long as I don't run into those five or six-meter-tall beasts in the Forest of Death, the Big Eyeball should be able to handle it.'
After he finished thinking, two figures were already standing in front of him.
"What are you two doing?"
"We're going to give it our all and defeat you!"
Guy and Kakashi simultaneously formed the Seal of Confrontation.
Staring at the surging battle intent in their eyes, the cautious mindset Motomu had maintained since coming to this world was slowly torn away.
'That's right!'
'Among my peers, I'm already this strong!'
'Kakashi and Guy... am I getting the Uchiha Madara treatment?'
Ambition drove his blood to pump through his heart. Motomu's Sharingan tomoe began to spin rapidly, and he unconsciously widened his eyes.
'So this is what it feels like to be hot-blooded.'
In that case.
Bring it on!
He lightly placed a single hand vertically in front of his chest.
"I'll give you two... this chance!"
Boom!
A pit exploded in the ground as Guy's high-speed movement instantly turned into a blur.
"So fast!"
Motomu's Sharingan tomoe spun violently, his vision instantly locking onto Guy, who was practically flying off the ground.
He pinched three senbon, about to throw them.
Swish, swish, swish!
Several shuriken were already spinning toward Motomu, arriving first.
Activating his psychokinesis, Kakashi's shuriken brushed past his cheeks and flew off to the sides.
"He didn't hit?"
"No, they were deflected by something."
"Existing long-range methods are useless. We can only use close-quarters cover."
After a moment's thought, Kakashi lowered his body and launched a sprint from the left alongside Guy on the right.
Without Kakashi's continuous long-range harassment, Motomu flicked his hand.
Three senbon were fired simultaneously.
The familiar whistle spread out. While bandaging, Obito seemed to notice something.
"The sound is lighter!"
"Is he going easy on them?"
"He didn't hold back when it was just me, but with two of them..."
Realizing something was fishy, Obito's furrowed brow suddenly relaxed.
"Big brother's attacks have gotten weaker!"
"Motomu's ability has a limited capacity each time! He can't fire them continuously!"
"Hyah!"
Narrowly dodging two senbon, Guy's green afterimage had already closed in.
He stomped the ground.
Twisted his hips.
A heavy fist carried the wind with it.
It smashed fiercely toward Motomu's right waist.
On the other side.
Kakashi, who had also arrived.
After parrying a senbon.
The kunai held in a reverse grip spun a few times.
And thrust out simultaneously.