Reincarnated in Naruto World with a System

Minato, standing on the stage, gave a hearty smile in anticipation.

"Minato, listen to my advice," Uchiha Tatsumi began, standing opposite Minato. "In terms of strength, you are not my opponent yet. If you want to conserve energy and face the next opponent, it is better to admit defeat as soon as possible."

"Thank you for the reminder, but I still want to fight with you," Minato replied, undeterred.

Uchiha Tatsumi knew the character of his friend Minato and decided to stop insisting. Shaking his head at Minato's determination, Tatsumi watched as his friend signalled he was ready to continue fighting. Minato took out two cotton balls from his clothes pocket.

"I've watched you fight several times before, Tatsumi, and I've noticed that your current battle method mainly uses sound and sight to employ Genjutsu. Genjutsu that is spread through the medium of sound and sight is difficult to counter. However, if I do this…" Minato stuffed the cotton balls into his ears. He then lowered his head and looked away from Tatsumi's hands, focusing on Tatsumi's legs instead.

"As long as I don't look directly at your hands and can't hear what you say…Tatsumi, let's begin."

Uchiha Tatsumi nodded, standing opposite Minato. There were indeed many ways to counter Genjutsu. Without the Sharingan, Tatsumi could only use voice and sight to cast Genjutsu. If Minato's Taijutsu were as superb as Night Guy's, Genjutsu would indeed be ineffective against him. However, Minato had yet to become the Yellow Flash of the future. The Academy also did not teach how to counter Genjutsu.

Thus, Minato could only think of this method to deal with Tatsumi. Uchiha Tatsumi raised his hand and shot several shuriken at Minato. Below the stage, the students surrounding the earth platform were also drawn in by this unusual battle. After all, sight and sound were crucial for a ninja.

Uchiha Tatsumi raised his hand and shot a few shuriken at Minato. Below the stage, the students surrounding the earth platform were captivated by this peculiar battle. After all, eyes and ears were essential tools for any ninja.

The shuriken were projected at an incredible speed. Before Minato had time to react, they grazed his cheeks, leaving two superficial scars from which blood slowly oozed. The shuriken had deliberately missed vital areas, but Minato's face being scratched did not surprise him. It seemed that Tatsumi had not aimed to cause serious harm.

"In order to deal with your Genjutsu, I have done a lot of preparation, so don't use such tricks," Minato declared, raising his hand and knocking down the returning shuriken that had turned back.

"That's good," Tatsumi nodded, beginning the hand seals for his next jutsu.

"Fire-Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"

Tatsumi opened his mouth and unleashed a massive fireball. This was the Uchiha Clan's signature Great Fireball Jutsu. Under Tatsumi's precise chakra control, the Great Fireball technique was only slightly larger than usual. It was merely a probing attack.

Faced with the intense heat, Minato quickly performed the hand seals for Body Substitution Jutsu. The huge fireball collided with the log that appeared in Minato's place, but he had already escaped to the side, unharmed.

At this moment, Minato swiftly threw several shuriken towards Tatsumi, attempting to hinder his movements. Tatsumi, however, was unphased.

"Minato, you seem to think of me as a pure Genjutsu ninja?" Tatsumi's words were spoken, knowing Minato could not hear, but they were meant for the audience.

Tatsumi rapidly threw a handful of kunai, and all of Minato's shuriken were accurately knocked down. Tatsumi's kunai skills were exceptional, showcasing four distinct ranks.

Just then, Tatsumi noticed Minato completing the hand seals for a Wind-Style jutsu.

"Wind-Style: Wind Cutter!"

This was a technique Tatsumi had taught Minato. As a friend, he had shared several C-Rank Wind-Style Ninjutsu with Minato, who possessed the Wind Attribute.

Tatsumi used Body Substitution Jutsu to avoid the attack, then approached Minato from the side. As he closed the distance, Tatsumi extended his hand, attempting to stab Minato with a kunai. Minato blocked the strike with his own kunai, and the two engaged in a fierce close-quarters battle.

Tatsumi executed a roundhouse kick, hitting Minato and causing him pain. Facing Minato's fierce punch, Tatsumi's expression remained unchanged. He grabbed Minato's fist and moved to the side, lifting his right leg to deliver a knee strike to Minato's stomach.

Without missing a beat, Tatsumi straightened his right leg and delivered a powerful whip kick, sending Minato reeling. This demonstrated the significant gap in Taijutsu skills between Tatsumi and Minato. In close combat, Minato quickly found himself at a disadvantage.

Tatsumi chose not to prolong the Taijutsu exchange, wanting to preserve his trump card. He took out several kunai and launched them with precision.

"Did he miss?" the students below wondered.

However, the kunai collided in mid-air, changing direction and attacking Minato's exposed face.

"What a precise kunai throw," Jiraiya exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration. He was not known for his skill with shuriken, making Tatsumi's technique all the more impressive.

Minato watched the kunai approach, realising he had no time to perform hand seals for Body Substitution Jutsu. He looked up directly at Tatsumi's hands.

"…Sleep," Tatsumi said.

The Academy did not teach how to counter Genjutsu. This was something students learned from their Jonin tutors after graduation. Despite Minato's future potential, he was still just an Academy Second Year student.

Unable to resist, Minato succumbed to Tatsumi's Genjutsu. He staggered and fell to the ground, drifting into a deep sleep.

"For a Genjutsu expert, a small gesture is enough to put the opponent under Genjutsu," Tatsumi remarked, shaking his trench coat. He bent down to pick up the sleeping Minato and carried him off the field.

"Wow! So handsome!" "Tatsumi! Tatsumi! Tatsumi!"

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Jiraiya watched Tatsumi's silhouette in shock.

"Is this the gap between me and true excellence?"

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"Tatsumi, are you alright?!"

Mikoto's eyes were wide with concern as she saw Tatsumi leave the field. Her gaze was fixed on the thin wound on his arm, still bleeding from the kunai.

"It's just a small injury, it doesn't matter," Tatsumi waved his hand dismissively.

But Mikoto, caring deeply for Tatsumi, wouldn't accept this. She dragged him towards Tsunade Hime's site.

Meanwhile, poor Minato was still lying on the ground.