Naruto: I'm Really Not an Evil Uchiha!

"You're nothing but a complete devil!"

Ignoring everything, Kurenai Yuhi charged forward. In her panic, she even forgot to use her chakra.

Her fists struck Shimizu's body, appearing swift but in reality no more impactful than a lover's quarrel.

For ninjas, their strength is akin to a glass cannon—fragile yet powerful. Once prepared and concentrating chakra to reinforce certain areas, their defenses can be notably improved.

Otherwise, with all the rooftop jumping and tree-running, they'd have broken their bones long ago.

Smack!

Shimizu caught Kurenai's wrist, raising it high and pulling her close.

With his other hand, he gently lifted her chin with a finger and softly said:

"If you keep this up, I won't stop at just that."

As Shimizu leaned in closer again, Kurenai's face turned crimson. She struggled but couldn't escape his grip.

Tears welled up in her eyes again, flowing freely. She couldn't understand why Shimizu kept tormenting her.

He was so undeniably handsome.

If only he could treat her a little better.

But Kurenai knew that was impossible. Shimizu was nothing more than a monster wearing a human's skin.

Her heart sank to the bottom of the abyss, darkness enveloping her once more.

Anticipating what Shimizu might do next, her eyes gradually lost their light, and she slowly closed them, unwilling to face her father's reaction in the audience.

One second… five seconds… ten seconds… a whole minute passed.

Kurenai's long lashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes.

She was bewildered—why didn't she feel anything?

Curiously glancing at the scene, she was astonished to see Shimizu still standing in the same spot.

"Kurenai, how could I bear to let you be humiliated in front of such a large crowd?"

Shimizu's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze. To those unfamiliar with him, he might even appear like a sunny, good-natured boy.

"You... that was all an illusion?" Kurenai asked in disbelief.

A whirlwind of emotions surged in her heart—shame, anger, relief... and an inexplicable disappointment.

"Why did you only use genjutsu?"

"Are you saying I shouldn't have done that in an illusion, but in reality?"

"Stop... stop spouting nonsense! That's not what I meant!"

Kurenai hurriedly waved her hands, flustered. She couldn't possibly be that kind of shameless woman.

"I just didn't want to ruin your reputation," Shimizu replied casually.

In Konoha, there's a law against indecent behavior. Doing such things in front of the Third Hokage? Jail time would be unavoidable—at best, just a little less of it.

Kurenai's pupils contracted at his words.

Was Shimizu... concerned about her?

At her formative age, Kurenai had been plagued with nightmares every night since Shimizu took advantage of her, waking in terror.

Her mental state was subtly shifting—no longer something comprehensible by normal logic.

If a psychologist were present, they might have diagnosed her with a well-known condition.

Now, to her shock, the very Shimizu who had relentlessly tormented her self-esteem and dignity seemed to refrain from committing those sins—for her reputation.

At that moment, Kurenai felt like a drowning person seeing a rope thrown from the shore. No matter what kind of rope, she wanted to climb it, to escape the torment that haunted her day and night.

Even in her illusions, she had fantasized about Shimizu ending up in jail, sporting a convict's haircut and pitifully sewing buttons in disgrace.

But Shimizu's thoughtfulness left her conflicted.

Could it be that Shimizu liked her all along but had an overly aggressive way of showing it?

If she continued sparring with him, might she earn more of his concern?

Kurenai inexplicably felt a sliver of happiness.

After all, she was still just a young girl at the age of budding affection.

Her lips parted slightly, as if to voice her doubts. Her slightly broken gaze held a glimmer of anticipation for Shimizu's response.

"You're..."

"Examiner, does this count as my win?"

Shimizu turned to address the proctor, cutting off Kurenai mid-sentence.

"Uh... if Kurenai admits defeat, then yes," the proctor replied, glancing at Shimizu's scarlet Sharingan with its single tomoe. At such a young age, awakening the Sharingan was a remarkable feat.

From the moment the two stepped into the arena, neither had moved.

Shimizu activated his Sharingan, and within seconds of locking eyes, the match seemed to end.

The battle must have begun much earlier, through a genjutsu exchange invisible to others.

Kurenai was silent for a moment before finally saying, "I admit defeat."

"Next time, if you want to challenge me again, you know what to do."

Shimizu's scarlet Sharingan slowly spun. If Kurenai refused, he was prepared to plant a deeper suggestion.

Kurenai's mental state was nearing collapse. A few more pushes, and he could reshape her worldview, gaining complete control over her.

From then on, Kurenai wouldn't be able to defy his orders. Any attempt to resist would bring back memories of these harrowing experiences.

Moreover, the transference seal Shimizu had implanted would ensure Kurenai could never seek help or reveal his actions to anyone.

"Hmph, this time was just an accident. Wait until next time," Kurenai said, turning her head, exposing her fair collarbone.

Shimizu looked at her, puzzled. He had been ready to use his Sharingan further, yet she was still willing to continue? Was she... addicted to this?

Could it be the suggestion he had planted before? That Kurenai couldn't stop thinking about what he had done every night, obsessing over the moment?

Regardless, Shimizu didn't reject the idea. Pushing her boundaries step by step, the next time, he planned to have her subtly probe for Konoha's secrets.

Despite being a ninja clan descendant, Kurenai's father was deeply trusted by Konoha, far more than the Uchiha. She could access intelligence Shimizu couldn't reach.

The proctor nodded and announced loudly to the audience:

"Winner: Uchiha Shimizu!"

The announcement left the audience baffled.

"What? That's it? They just stared at each other for a few seconds!"

"Kurenai's genjutsu completely failed. If I'm not mistaken, that's the Uchiha's bloodline limit—the Sharingan!"

"That was way too fast! Genjutsu battles are so uninteresting."

Many complained, their expectations raised by Shimizu's earlier fight with Pakura, now feeling let down.

"This is what true ninja battles are like," Uchiha Fugaku said from the stands, silently observing Shimizu's performance.

For a ninja, the focus is on speed, precision, and efficiency.

Flashy, drawn-out battles? In enemy territory, reinforcements would have arrived long ago.

The ability to eliminate foes swiftly and discreetly is the essence of being a ninja.

"When did Shimizu awaken the Sharingan?" Fugaku mused, his arms crossed and expression unreadable.

Shimizu had never used the Sharingan within the clan, and none of the other Uchiha had seen it.

When had it awakened, and for what reason?

Fugaku's thoughts turned to Shimizu's recently deceased teammate.

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