bdsm-fiction Chapter 106 Worst vs. Strongest
Chapter 106 Worst vs. Strongest
Chapter 106 Worst vs. Strongest
The most remote training ground in Konoha.
This is a training ground specifically assigned to "surplus students". It is in a remote location, overgrown with weeds, and even the wooden stakes are dilapidated.
Twelve boys and girls sat listlessly on the ground.
There was no light in their eyes.
They knew their fate. In another month, they would be given a rusty kunai and then kicked into the meat grinder of the Land of Rivers to test for mines.
"I heard our teacher used to be a perennial genin?"
A thin boy kicked a pebble and said self-deprecatingly.
"His name is Might Guy. The one who only knows hand-to-hand combat."
"Ha, trash teaching trash, a perfect match."
Another girl hugged her knees, her eyes vacant.
"Since we're all going to die anyway, what's the difference between dying sooner or later?"
Just then.
"Everyone stand up!!!"
A roar exploded like thunder.
Matt Day, carrying a huge package, charged into the training field like a green beast.
The children were startled and stood up sparsely.
"I'm your mentor, Matt Day!"
Dai stood in front of them, covered in sweat, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
"From today onwards, forget that you are 'surplus students'!"
"You are my students! You are the reserve force of Konoha's Azure Beasts!"
No one responded.
Everyone stared at him like he was an idiot. Passion? What good is passion in a situation where certain death is inevitable?
Dai didn't care about their indifference.
He threw the huge package on the ground.
Clang! The sound of metal clashing. Very heavy.
"Open it!" Dai pointed to the package.
The thin boy hesitated for a moment, then went over and untied the rope.
The package unfurled.
Under the sunlight, a cold glint pierced everyone's eyes.
A brand-new stab-proof vest, sharp-edged, perfectly balanced standard kunai, and boxes of unopened explosive tags —
"this----"
The boy's hands trembled as he picked up a kunai.
"This... is it for us?"
"That's right!"
Dai said loudly.
"One set for everyone! Stab-proof vest, five kunai, and ten explosive tags!"
"besides!"
Dai then took out another bag.
"Premium Soldier Rations! Ten per person!"
The children were completely stunned.
This set of equipment would cost at least fifty or sixty thousand taels of silver.
They had never seen so much money in their lives.
"Teacher—this, this was issued by the village?" the girl asked incredulously.
"no."
Dai shook his head.
"The village has no money. This is a sponsorship from the Takaya Trading Company."
"Boss Takaya said that you are his equipment testers."
"If you come back alive and submit a weapons usage report, these equipment are yours!"
Boss Takaya? The legendary Special Jonin, Sousuke Takaya—they'd heard of that name before.
Come back alive.
For the first time, this word became a tangible reality in the hearts of these children.
With stab-proof vests, kunai, and explosive tags—
Maybe I really can survive?
A flicker of fire ignited in his previously lifeless eyes. It was the will to survive.
"Alright! Stop staring blankly!"
Dai punched and shattered a nearby rock.
"Now that we have the equipment, it's all about skill!"
"I only have one month!"
"This month, I'll train you until you vomit blood! Until you can't even get up!"
"But! If you can hold on, you'll live one second longer than others on the battlefield!"
"That one second was the difference between life and death!"
"Now! Everyone put on your gear! Run fifty laps around the track! Anyone who doesn't finish doesn't get a meal!"
"yes!!!"
This time, the children's answers were deafening.
Because they saw hope.
The name "Sousuke Takaya," along with the image of Might Guy, was deeply etched into the hearts of these "trash."
A week later.
Konoha Material Control Section.
"Snapped!"
A report was slammed onto the table.
The new section chief is a man named Sarutobi Seki, a distant relative of the Sarutobi clan.
He stared at the report in front of him, his face ashen.
"What's going on?!"
"Why is the equipment rate of Class 37 higher than that of the Elite Class?!"
"Where did they get stab-proof vests? Where did they get kunai?!"
Standing opposite him was a Chunin responsible for distributing supplies, who looked aggrieved.
"Section Chief, this has nothing to do with us."
"They brought those themselves."
"It's said to be a test sample provided by the Takaya Trading Company."
"Test sample?"
Sarutobi Ishiki laughed.
"Who sent test samples to the cannon fodder squad? And a complete set at that?"
"This is a slap in the face to us!"
"The supplies department just rejected their application, and then they turned around and were fully armed."
"Now the other classes are complaining!"
"Several elite rank-1 ninja instructors are complaining, asking why their students are still using old ninja tools, while those losers are using the latest kunai?"
this is the key of the problem.
The problem is not scarcity, but inequality.
Sousuke's actions disrupted Konoha's established "ranking system".
By allowing the lower classes to use high-quality goods, the sense of superiority of the upper classes is completely destroyed.
"Go check!"
Sarutobi Seki gritted his teeth.
"Investigate Takaya Trading Company's supply channels! I refuse to believe their paperwork is completely clean!"
"Section Chief—" a Chunin whispered a reminder, "Takaya Sousuke is now a Special Jonin, and—he has a very close relationship with the Uchiha clan."
"Last time, Section Chief Murai was investigating Uchiha candy, and the result was—"
Sarutobi Seki shivered.
He remembered his ex's fate. He's still in prison.
"How about we just leave it at that?"
"Of course it doesn't count!"
Sarutobi Seki's eyes darted around.
"Since it's a test sample, it needs to be tested in real-world scenarios."
"Next week's graduation exercise will be a sparring match between Class 37 and Class 1."
"So what if they got good equipment? I don't believe a bunch of trash can beat a real genius."
"If they suffer a crushing defeat, I will have grounds to impeach Takaya Sousuke to the Hokage on the grounds of wasting strategic resources!"
No matter how good the equipment is, if the person is not good enough, it's still useless.
If these investments are proven to be ineffective, Sosuke's spending spree will become a joke, or even evidence of a crime.
The news quickly reached the Kikyo Pavilion.
"Sparring?"
Sosuke smiled when he heard the news.
That Sarutobi Seki has quite the imagination—even if Class 37 can't beat Class 1, so what? Who would dare to mess with him?
It's wartime now, and the whole village depends on him for clean water.
"Class One—that must be the strongest elite class this year, right?"
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"Yes."
Aburame Ryoma reported from the side.
"The instructor is a Jonin, Misa Hayama. Among the students are children from the Sarutobi and Shimura clans, all of whom have mastered ninjutsu of C rank or higher."
"In contrast, Class 37 is full of civilians who only know basic Three Body Techniques and physical skills."
Even with an equipment advantage, the chances of winning are not high.
"not necessarily."
Sosuke walked to the window and looked at the distant sky.
"Equipment is just the foundation. What truly changes the outcome of a match is mindset."
"The children in the elite class fight for glory. They are afraid of losing and afraid of losing face."
"And Dai's students—they were fighting to survive."
"People will do anything to survive."
"Longma, go and inform Dai. I will provide another batch of supplies to his students."
, the training ground.
The atmosphere was somber.
There were quite a few people sitting in the stands. There were school teachers, observers from the supplies department, and even a few Jonin who had nothing else to do.
This was originally just an ordinary graduation exercise.
But because of their titles of strongest and worst, this duel became the focus.
On the left are the representatives of the top elite class. Three teenagers, their expressions arrogant.
Sarutobi Tetsuya is skilled in Fire Release techniques.
Shimura Kuroba is skilled in Wind Release.
There was also a boy from the Inuzuka family, Inuzuka Gaku.
This is the standard configuration of a high-end family.
On the right is Class 37.
Three ordinary teenagers.
They wore heavy stab-proof vests and had ninja tool pouches hanging from their waists.
It looks somewhat bloated, even comical.
"That's the legendary cannon fodder squad?"
Someone in the stands scoffed.
"Even if you put armor on a pig, it's still a pig."
Mitchell stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, expressionless.
He ignored the ridicule.
He looked at his students.
"Don't forget what I said."
Dai said in a low voice.
"Don't try to outdo them in ninjutsu. Don't try to outsmart them in technique."
"Use your advantage. Crush them."
The three boys nodded.
"start!"
The referee gave the whistle.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"
Sarutobi Tetsuya formed hand seals extremely quickly, immediately using a C-rank ninjutsu.
A massive fireball rolled in, its force terrifying.
This is the elite class's tactic: use ninjutsu to suppress the enemy and take them down in one fell swoop.
Normally, a commoner ninja would panic and try to escape, or use a substitution jutsu.
However, Class 37 did not hide.
The burly boy standing at the front pulled a scroll directly from his pocket.
"untie!"
Bang!
A steel shield, half a meter thick, appeared out of thin air and slammed heavily onto the ground.
These are additional supplies provided by Sousuke.
boom!
The fireball struck the steel plate, sending flames flying.
The steel plate was red-hot, but the people behind it were unharmed.
"What?!"
Sarutobi Tetsuya was stunned.
Why carry such a heavy steel plate around?
But this is only the beginning.
"Counterattack!"
Two companions hiding behind the steel plate jumped out.
Each of them pulled out three kunai.
"Throw!"
shhhhhh! ! !
Six kunai flew out.
But this is not enough.
An explosive tag was attached to the end of the kunai.
And it wasn't just one. Two were tied to each kunai!
There are twelve explosive tags in total!
This is the firepower coverage of 36,000 taels.
"BOOM!!!"
The shockwave from the explosion swept across the entire training ground.
This is not a trivial matter involving one or two explosive tags. The simultaneous detonation of twelve explosive tags is enough firepower to destroy a small bunker.
The crimson flames engulfed the three boys in Class One.
The audience in the stands fell silent instantly.
"Murder—murder?"
Sarutobi Seki from the supplies department jumped to his feet, his face deathly pale. This was an exercise! If they killed the elite descendants of three major families—
However, the smoke and dust dissipated.
"Cough cough cough————"
A violent coughing fit followed.
At the center of the fire, a semi-circular earthen wall rose up.
Although the earthen wall was blasted into a pitted state, its surface was charred, and even had huge cracks, it did not collapse.
"Earth Release·Earth Style Wall!"
Behind the earthen wall, Sarutobi Tetsuya stood, his face covered in soot, his hands still in a hand seal position. The hem of his clothes was scorched, his face was covered in soot, and his eyes were filled with terror.
Behind him, Shimura Kuroba was panting heavily, the Wind Release seal on his hand still lingering. Just now, at the moment of the explosion, he used Wind Release to disperse some of the flames and reduce the impact.
Meanwhile, Inuzuka Gaku's ninja dog was whimpering with its tail between its legs, clearly terrified.
"Blocked—blocked—"
Sarutobi Tetsuya gritted his teeth, his arrogance turning into ferocious rage.
"You bunch of trash—how dare you use such methods!"
"I'm going to kill you all!"
For an elite to be forced to use life-saving ninjutsu by a group of losers is a great humiliation.
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