Ninja Academy.
Outside the school building, at the training range.
A handsome black-haired boy with dark eyes flicked his wrist with effortless grace.
A shuriken flashed through the air—thunk!—landing dead-center in the target.
He turned around.
The Uchiha crest on Sasuke's back gleamed under the sunlight.
"So cool, Sasuke!"
Sakura and Ino led a chorus of squealing fangirls, swarming around him like a pack of excited puppies.
"Tch. What's the big deal?"
In the distance…
Naruto, mimicking Shikamaru, chewed on a leaf with his back against a tree. The bitter taste made him grimace.
Unnoticed by him, a certain blue-haired, Byakugan-wielding girl pretended to train while stealing shy glances in his direction.
"Woof! Woof!"
"Good boy, Akamaru!" Kiba scratched the white pup perched on his shoulder before tossing him a treat.
Nearby, Chōji stuffed his face with chips—crunch, crunch—fueling up for training. As a member of the Akimichi clan, turning calories into chakra was his version of hard work.
Then—
"Teacher Kazama's fighting someone!"
A scrawny, sniffling boy came running, instantly grabbing everyone's attention.
Kazama-sensei was fighting someone?
Kazama Koshī—one of the rare jōnin-level instructors at the academy.
Rumor had it he'd fought in the Third Great Shinobi War before retiring due to injury.
Cold, aloof, and unfairly good-looking, he was the object of every girl's admiration… and every boy's resentment.
The undisputed #1 Most Hated Man in the school.
"Who's he fighting? Where?" someone asked.
"Some girl—about my height, kinda pretty… and blind, I think? They're going at it in the training field. Even the teachers are watching!"
Blind?
WHACK!
A taller boy smacked the messenger upside the head. "You call that a fight? Sounds more like Kazama-sensei bullying a disabled girl!"
Rubbing his head, the sniffling boy muttered, "But they're really going at it! And… Kazama-sensei might actually be losing."
Huh?!
The crowd erupted in disbelief.
"No way! Let's go see!"
Naruto froze.
That description… Hikari?
Hikari was fighting Kazama-sensei?!
Would she be okay?
The thought of his first real friend—the one he'd bonded with over ramen—in danger sent him scrambling to his feet. He bolted after the others toward the training grounds.
Even Sasuke and the usually lazy Shikamaru perked up.
A jōnin fight was rare enough—but one involving the notoriously stern Kazama Koshī? They couldn't miss it.
Within moments, the entire class had vanished.
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Meanwhile…
Iruka stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing his stomach.
The training field was empty—just a few stray kunai scattered on the ground.
"Huh? Did I take a wrong turn? Where'd everyone go?"
Unbeknownst to him, Shino stood directly in front of him, adjusting his sunglasses. Hidden behind his high collar, his face was even more confused than Iruka's.
"…Am I not human?"
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Flashback: A Few Minutes Earlier
At the training field's center, a crowd of teachers had gathered, buzzing with gossip.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"I heard this blind girl wants to enroll, but Kazama-sensei refused. Now they're fighting!"
"Wait, no—I heard she's his secret love child, here to confront him!"
Gai stood at the front, watching Hikari and Kazama face off with concern.
From what he'd gathered:
Kazama Koshī—a jōnin specializing in Wind Release, a veteran of the Third War. Experienced, ruthless, and deadly.
Hikari—a six-year-old blind girl, barely taller than a kunai.
The gap in power was insane.
Gai didn't think she stood a chance.
But he wouldn't stop her.
No one had the right to crush another's dream. As her guardian, all he could do was support her—win or lose.
Maybe if she holds out long enough, they'll see her determination… just like they did with me back then.
"Eh? Gai, is that you?"
An old instructor recognized his iconic bowl cut.
"Mitsuda-sensei! I, uh… brought my daughter to school."
"You have a kid now?! Time flies! What's her name? Which class?"
"Her name's Hikari. And, well… she's the one fighting Kazama-sensei."
Gai pointed awkwardly at the tiny figure in the arena.
Mitsuda's face twisted in disbelief.
Gai just scratched his head, unsure how to explain this madness.
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The Fight Begins
Kazama ignored the murmurs, his cold green eyes locked onto the blind girl barely reaching his chest.
"If you can land a single hit on me, I'll grant you the right to take the entrance exam."
Hikari didn't react.
Under her blindfold, veins bulged around her eyes—Byakugan, activated.
Hmm…
- Chakra level: High jōnin tier.
- Physical strength: Average.
- Weapons: 13 kunai/shuriken total.
- Old injuries: Fractured shinbones, wind-nature chakra scarring on his hands.
- Conclusion: Primary threat—Wind Release. Otherwise, manageable.
"Ready?" she asked.
Kazama didn't answer. His smirk faded, replaced by icy focus.
Shinobi Rule #7: No matter the opponent, discard all emotion. Fight with absolute clarity.
In an instant, he lunged—silent as the wind, his chakra-coated hand shooting for Hikari's throat.
Let me show you why the blind can't be shinobi.
His fingers closed in—
THUD.
Hikari's cane struck the ground.
Water erupted.
A tidal wave of liquid surged from nowhere, crashing toward Kazama.
"What—?!"
No hand signs?!
No warning?!
He slashed through the water with his bare hands—
SPLASH!
The moment the droplets scattered—
Hikari's finger pointed at his forehead.
The suspended water sharpened into needles, hovering mid-air.
A pulse of chakra—
WHOOSH!
The needles blasted forward, blotting out the sky.
Kazama's eyes widened.
Now he finally understood.
This blind girl—
WASN'T USING A SINGLE HAND SIGN!
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