Naruto: The Favorability-Devouring Uchiha

Targets lined up ahead. Curious classmates gathered behind.

Obito stood confidently in front of the targets, hands shoved in his pockets.

Then—he moved!

With a dramatic flourish of his arms, a flurry of shuriken erupted in every direction.

The blades spun wildly, whistling through the air in a 360-degree barrage that had students ducking and scrambling for cover.

- "Witness my ultimate move—The Storm of Steel!"

Obito spun around gracefully, striking a heroic pose.

The stunned silence lasted exactly one second.

WHAM!

A sandbag-sized fist crashed down on Obito's head.

- "OBITO!!!"

The teacher roared, veins bulging.

"I told you to hit the target, not start a war with your classmates!!"

Several shuriken were clenched between the teacher's fingers—ones he'd snatched mid-flight in a desperate counter.

If Kakashi and a few others hadn't intercepted the rest, Obito might have accidentally hospitalized half the class.

- "S-sorry, Sensei…"

Obito gave his best puppy-eyed look, his voice dripping with innocence.

The teacher's glare wavered, his anger softening despite himself.

- "Just… go sit down. And Obito—never do that again."

- "Mhm! Got it!"

Realizing how close he was to being banned from class, Obito nodded furiously.

---

Haneda strolled over with a grin.

- "Yo, Beato~ Where'd you learn that? Some pervy geezer teach you?"

Obito froze.

- "H-how did you know?!"

Haneda smirked.

- "Heh. I know everything."

- "Tch! You bastard Haneda, quit making fun of me!"

Obito puffed out his cheeks, glaring.

Haneda didn't push further, but in truth, his guess was spot-on.

There weren't many people in Konoha bold—or perverted—enough to teach a kid a flashy but reckless technique like that.

Only one came to mind: Jiraiya.

Of course, Obito's move wasn't the legendary Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique.

It was… more like "throw everything you have and hope for the best."

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Next up: Haneda.

The teacher called his name, eyes narrowing.

Haneda immediately understood—he was on the radar after being late that morning.

Bottom of the class, right after Obito. Teachers loved giving kids like that a "chance to redeem themselves."

Haneda sighed.

He didn't want to stand out—but he couldn't flop either.

If his performance was too good, it'd raise eyebrows.

Too bad, and he'd get chewed out.

So… middle of the road it was.

He stepped up, hit the targets with quiet precision—not flashy, but solid enough.

The teacher gave a small nod and moved on without comment.

Perfect.

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Battle Phase

The teacher unrolled a scroll and began calling names.

- "First match: Uchiha Obito vs. Might Guy."

Obito swaggered onto the field, fists clenched.

- "Hey, Watermelon Head! You were laughing earlier, weren't you?!"

Guy blinked, confused.

- "Huh? Who are you again?"

He scratched his head, clearly having no memory of laughing at anyone.

Training was all that filled his brain.

- "Don't ignore me! Uchiha Obito won't forgive you!"

Obito's voice cracked with indignation.

Truth was, both boys were at the bottom of the class in theory.

The battle of the dead lasts.

Whoever lost here… would never live it down.

The teacher raised the flag.

- "Begin!"

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"Obito, good luck!"

Rin's gentle voice carried from the sidelines.

Obito froze. His heart stopped.

Rin… was cheering for him.

Cheering for him!

- She believes in me! She likes me! Should I smile? Wave? Shout something cool—

WHAM!

Guy's side kick nailed him square in the face, cutting his fantasy short.

Obito hit the dirt hard, goggles flying.

- "Winner: Might Guy!"

The teacher announced flatly.

Obito groaned, clutching his cheek. His dream of glory shattered into a thousand shards of humiliation.

The teacher sighed.

Looking at Obito's dumb but sparkling eyes, he wondered if maybe he'd chosen the wrong profession.

Haneda?

Haneda just wanted to laugh.

- Hopeless. Truly hopeless.

Rin helped Obito off the ground as the teacher called out:

- "Next match: Uchiha Haneda vs. Sarutobi Asuma."

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Asuma sauntered onto the field, smirking with a blade of grass between his teeth.

Haneda raised his hand casually.

- "Sensei, I forfeit."

- "...What?"

The teacher blinked.

Even Asuma froze.

- "The fight hasn't started. You're giving up? You're Uchiha!"

The disbelief was palpable.

Asuma sneered.

- "What's the matter? Afraid? Guess even the Uchiha clan has cowards."

Haneda didn't even look at him.

Picking a fight with the Hokage's son? Pointless.

Win, and he'd attract Sarutobi Hiruzen's attention. Lose, and he'd get mocked for weeks.

Either way—zero profit.

So he played it safe.

- "Sorry, Sensei. Not feeling well. Caught a cold last night."

He even added a sheepish smile for effect.

The teacher stared at his perfectly healthy face, lips twitching.

Finally, he sighed.

- "Fine. Winner: Asuma."

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Aftermath

Obito hobbled over, a grin plastered across his bruised face.

- "Yo, Haneda~ Some Uchiha you are! Forfeiting like that? Shameful!"

Haneda shot him a deadpan look.

- "Better than getting kicked across the field by Guy."

- "Tch! I was distracted! That was a cheap shot!"

Obito puffed up, defensive as always.

"If he hadn't been so sneaky, I'd have crushed him!"

Haneda just smirked.

- Sure you would, love-brain.

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Meanwhile, Asuma sulked in the background.

He'd wanted a real fight, but instead… nothing.

Glancing at the sidelines, his mood darkened further.

Kurenai was giggling with Rin, both of them fawning over Kakashi.

- Damn it… she's looking at him again.

Asuma clenched his fists, fury bubbling inside.

Grass sprouted on his head—green as spring.

In a burst of frustration, he shouted:

- "Sensei! I challenge Kakashi!"