Naruto's graceful style

In the classroom, everyone was paying attention to Yuta.

From the corner of Yuta's eye, he also caught a glimpse of Obito looking at him nervously, as if waiting for his decision.

"Ok."

As Yuta said these words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The same is true for Asuma. Before that, he was not sure whether Yuta would agree to his invitation. After all, his opponent was the Uchiha clan.

"Thanks, Yuta."

Asuma looked at Yuta, a flash of joy flashed across his face, he stretched out a hand and clenched it into a fist in front of him, and said determinedly, "Okay now, let those guys know how good we are after school in the afternoon."

Seeing this guy's confident look, Yuta smiled and said nothing.

Although it was just a duel between students, and it had a certain farce nature, but looking at the eyes in the class and their nervous expressions, Yuta felt that this matter could not be avoided.

After all, he is still a member of the class, and he has to take action when it is time to take action.

After hearing Yuta's agreement, Shizune felt slightly relieved, but at the same time, she couldn't help but reveal a hint of worry on her face. Yuta found that cute look that hesitated to speak very interesting.

The first class in the afternoon was outdoor battle practice. What Yuta didn't expect was that after he had agreed to join the duel team, Obito went to find those people alone.

During the battle practice class, both classes happened to be here. Obito sneaked over alone. He wanted to cancel the duel. This was a decision he made after careful consideration.

He was touched and happy that Asuma and Yuuta were willing to help, but because of this, he didn't want to implicate them because of himself, so he came to the door alone, hoping to make peace with those people and settle the matter.

just.

The result was that his humiliation was rewarded with even more wanton ridicule, and he pushed even further. In the end, he was surrounded by a group of people, unable to leave even if he wanted to, and allowed everyone to laugh at him.

Obito lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and remained silent in the face of everyone's ridicule, only clenching his fists again and again.

He is restraining himself.

He was gritting his teeth and enduring.

He thought he would just have to endure it.

"Look, what's going on over there?"

Someone noticed the situation in the distance. Yuta had just finished the battle practice. He glanced at the words and immediately saw the familiar figure in the crowd.

The figure who bowed his head and remained silent in the face of everyone's ridicule.

"It's soil."

Asuma apparently also spotted Obito in the crowd, looked at each other with Yuta, and the two rushed over together.

Seeing this, other students around him followed him.

"Get out, get out."

After squeezing through the crowd, Yuta and Asuma came to Obito. The classmates who followed them stood behind them. At a glance, they saw the group of people headed by each other. They were the guys who humiliated Obito in the class at noon. Coupled with the situation at this time, he suddenly understood, his eyes were on fire, and he glared at each other.

The two sides immediately confronted each other, and the situation suddenly became more lively.

"Hey, Asuma, are you here to see this coward too?"

The leader of the other party was a boy with short black hair, about years old, with a childish face, but he showed a strong sarcasm towards Asuma.

Therefore, children in this world are too precocious.

Facing Asuma and others who came over, not only did he not show any fear, but his arrogance became even more arrogant.

"Look at how cowardly he looks. Damn, I'm really ashamed that the Uchiha clan has a guy like him. Don't even think about it if you just lower your head and beg me."

"Obito, didn't you keep saying that all you have to do is work hard? When we have a showdown after school, I will show you the gap between a genius and a loser. Let you understand that your bullshit efforts are just for yourself. It’s just an excuse for mediocrity.”

After the black-haired boy finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter.

Uchiha Obito still lowered his head and his body was shaking, obviously it was very difficult to endure.

At this moment, a hand suddenly placed on his shoulder. Obito looked up and saw Yuta standing next to him, looking at him closely.

"You can bear it if this guy says this to you."

The words were spoken to Obito, his voice was neither loud nor soft, but the others around him were unexpectedly quiet.

Yuta didn't pay attention to the situation around him. From the words of the black-haired boy across from him, he had roughly understood that Obito approached him and seemed to want to cancel the duel. As for the reason, he probably didn't want to implicate other people, or there were other reasons. The reason, but Yuta doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

Seeing the hesitation on Obito's face, Yuta grinned and continued: "We agreed that we would have a three-on-three showdown after school. Why, you want to stand out alone?"

Obito's lips moved and he was speechless.

"Who are you?"

The black-haired boy opposite finally couldn't help it anymore and said coldly with an unhappy expression.

Yuta turned to look at him, his eyes were calm and he said slowly: "Before asking other people's names, state your own name first. Don't you know this basic courtesy?"

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The black-haired boy's eyes twitched, and he smiled instead of being angry, "Yes, he is much tougher than the coward next to you. Remember, my name is Uchiha Tenten."

"I think you should be one of the people facing us. Remember my name carefully, because it will be the name of the genius who will step on your heads and ravage you."

Yuta narrowed his eyes slightly, but before he could speak, Asuma had already spoken first.

"Step on my head hehehe."

"Uchiha, you really can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. Now I can't help but want to give you a good beating. I think it's better to change the duel to now. Let me teach you how to step on On your head."

"Okay, that's exactly what I meant."

Uchiha raised his chin and looked at Asuma and others arrogantly.

The troops on both sides immediately started to make a fuss, and were ready to fight.

"what are you doing"

Suddenly, a stern scolding came from outside the crowd, and all the students followed suit. When they saw the teacher wearing a ninja turban, they immediately stopped arguing.

After all, they are just a group of seven or eight-year-old kids. Although they are naughty and mischievous, they are also at the age where they are afraid of the teacher.

However, the quarrel stopped, but the people were still standing there and did not disperse.

The teacher couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw this. Looking at Yutai and the others in the crowd, he immediately understood that they were the center of the quarrel and walked straight over.

"You guys, it's class time now. What do you want to do here to show off your power and start a fight? Go back to your class right away. Do you hear me?"

Few people moved.

Cute disregard.

"" The teacher's cheek muscles twitched a few times, feeling that his authority as a teacher had been seriously challenged.

Looking at these people carefully, he knew Uchiha from his class yesterday. Asuma, the son of the Third Hokage, anyone with a bit of discernment would recognize him.

As for the other two people, one of them still had some impression on him, the guy in the class next door, Uchiha Obito.

As for the last remaining one, the teacher felt both familiar and unfamiliar. It took him a while to remember that there was a freshman who skipped four levels in a row some time ago. It seemed to be him, named Yuta.

The teachers discussed it for a while, and he looked at Yuta's information out of curiosity. However, it had been so long since the incident, and Yuta stayed in the information room all day, without doing anything eye-catching, so he gradually forgot about it.

Thinking about it now, Teacher Turban feels a headache. Out of the four, three are not fuel-efficient lamps. Compared with these three people, Obito is obviously much easier to attack.

After just a few glances, the teacher had a solution in his mind. He cleared his throat, pointed at Uchiha Obito, and criticized sternly: "Your name is Obito, right? I have some impression of you. The crane tail and It’s not shameful, but you shouldn’t work harder, right? Spend your class time well and do things that have nothing to do with studying. How can you make progress in this way?”

"Did you all hear that? Hurry up and go back to class. I can consider not arguing with you. Otherwise, I will punish you by running fifty laps on the playground."

Faced with the teacher's "intimidation", many people became afraid and gradually dispersed.

"Wait a moment."

The teacher was just satisfied that his words had an effect when a discordant voice suddenly sounded. He frowned immediately and saw that the speaker was Yuta.

Many students around him also stopped and looked back at him.

Obito looked at Yuta in confusion. He felt the hand on his shoulder exerting force and stopped. Yuta looked at the turbaned teacher and said loudly: "Teacher, you are right. You should work harder and spend more time studying and practicing than others."

"Obito did this, but his efforts were ridiculed by the so-called geniuses and became the laughing stock of others, so he stands here to defend his efforts and everything he has done."

Yuta looked away, looked at Obito, and put a little more force on his hand on his shoulder, "Obito, I am actually more afraid of trouble, but since I have agreed to the duel, I will definitely accompany him to the end. "

"However, I will not interfere with the grievances between you and Uchiha today. I think you should want to resolve it yourself more than others."

Yuta's words were understood by several people involved, but only the teacher with a headscarf was confused. Just by hearing the words "duel" and "grudge", he realized that the matter had reached a very serious stage.

He immediately winked at another teacher outside the crowd and asked him to fetch reinforcements. He couldn't help but feel a little bitter in his heart. Ordinary teachers have no prestige.

This bunch of brats and brats is simply going to turn the world upside down.