Chapter 9: Forrest of Death phase 2; preliminary rounds
Convergence at the Tower
The Final Arrival
Team 7 emerged from the forest as the sun began its descent toward the horizon, their exhaustion evident in every step despite their determination to complete the examination. The central tower loomed before them, its ancient architecture promising rest and answers to questions that had multiplied exponentially during their time in the Forest of Death.
"We made it," Sakura said, her shortened hair still catching her attention whenever it moved in the breeze. The physical reminder of her battle with Team Dosu served as a constant reminder of how much had changed in such a short time.
Naruto clutched their scrolls – both the heaven scroll they had started with and the earth scroll retrieved from the defeated Sound team – with the kind of determination that had always defined his approach to challenges.
"Of course we made it," he declared, though his voice carried undertones of the uncertainty that had plagued him since his conversation with Eleryc about his potential Saiyan heritage. "We're Team 7! Nothing can stop us when we work together!"
Sasuke remained characteristically quiet, but his Sharingan eyes betrayed his analytical assessment of their situation. The revelations about his teammates' otherworldly origins, combined with the various displays of power they had witnessed, suggested that the examination's conclusion would bring complications far beyond simple advancement to the next phase.
Eleryc brought up the rear, his enhanced senses monitoring their surroundings for potential threats while processing his own concerns about what awaited them inside the tower. The convergence of multiple teams carrying similar secrets created opportunities for revelation that could prove either beneficial or catastrophic.
The Summoning Chamber
The interior of the central tower was as impressive as its exterior suggested. Ancient scrollwork covered the walls, depicting the history of Konoha's ninja traditions and the philosophical foundations that guided their approach to shinobi arts. Team 7 made their way through the entrance corridor, following the clearly marked path that led to the room designated for scroll verification.
"According to the instructions," Sakura said, reading from the message that had been encoded in their examination materials, "we're supposed to open both scrolls simultaneously in this chamber."
The room they entered was circular, with sealing formulae inscribed across every surface. Naruto and Sasuke positioned themselves on opposite sides of the chamber, each holding one of their scrolls, while Sakura and Eleryc maintained watch for any unexpected developments.
"Ready?" Naruto asked, his hands already beginning to unroll the heaven scroll.
"Do it," Sasuke replied, his own movements precisely mirroring his teammate's actions.
The moment both scrolls were fully opened, the sealing formulae inscribed throughout the chamber blazed to life. Chakra surged through ancient pathways, creating a summoning technique that had been prepared specifically for this purpose.
In a flash of smoke and displaced air, a familiar figure materialized at the center of the chamber.
"Iruka-sensei!" Naruto exclaimed, his face lighting up with genuine happiness at seeing their former academy instructor.
Iruka Umino smiled warmly at his former students, though his expression carried notes of concern as he took in their various injuries and the subtle changes in their demeanor that spoke of significant experiences.
"Congratulations, Team 7," he said, his voice carrying the pride that marked a teacher witnessing his students' growth. "You've successfully completed the second phase of the Chunin Examinations within the allotted time period."
His gaze traveled across each team member, noting details that suggested their journey through the Forest of Death had been more eventful than most. Sakura's dramatically shortened hair, the lingering traces of battle injuries on both Naruto and Sasuke, and something in Eleryc's eyes that suggested he had faced trials that went beyond physical combat.
"You've all grown," Iruka observed, his tone carrying multiple layers of meaning. "Not just in skill, but in your understanding of what it means to protect those precious to you."
He spent several minutes reviewing their performance, offering observations about their teamwork and decision-making that demonstrated he had been receiving detailed reports about their progress throughout the examination.
"The challenges ahead will be different from what you've faced so far," he warned. "The third phase will test not just your combat abilities, but your capacity to represent Konoha before an international audience. Some of you carry... unique circumstances that will attract particular attention."
The carefully chosen words suggested that Iruka was aware of at least some of the revelations that had occurred during the examination, though he gave no indication of how much he actually knew.
"Now," he said, his tone shifting to a more formal register, "you should proceed to the main assembly hall. The other teams that have successfully completed this phase are already gathering there."
The Assembly Hall
The main room of the central tower was vast, its high ceilings and ancient architecture creating an atmosphere of gravitas appropriate for the momentous occasion. As Team 7 entered, they found themselves among other teams whose presence confirmed just how many genin had successfully navigated the deadly forest.
Team 10 had claimed a position near the eastern wall, their formation reflecting the coordination that had served them well throughout the examination. Shikamaru's lazy posture belied his sharp analytical assessment of every person in the room, while Ino stood beside him with her usual confidence. Choji maintained his characteristic gentle demeanor, though his eyes reflected the serious nature of recent events. Midori Uchiha, the fourth member of their team and Sasuke's younger sister, caught her brother's eye across the room and offered a subtle nod of acknowledgment.
Team 8 occupied a central position that allowed them optimal observation of all entrances and exits. Kiba stood with Akamaru at his side, the white dog having returned from his reconnaissance mission. The Inuzuka heir's characteristic energy was tempered by contemplation as Akamaru communicated something through their pack bond – information that made Kiba's expression shift from intense curiosity to understanding acceptance. Shino maintained his usual inscrutability, though his insects buzzed with heightened activity that reflected their host's analytical processing of the assembled chakra signatures. Hinata's Byakugan was activated, her enhanced vision taking in details that normal sight would miss.
It was the arrival of Team 6 that sent ripples of recognition and tension through multiple groups. Houjin entered with the controlled power that had become his trademark, his exotic appearance drawing attention even among the diverse assembly of genin. Hanabi Hyuga moved with the fluid grace that marked her clan's training, though her eyes reflected awareness of secrets that weighed heavily on her conscience. Kasumi's red hair marked her as Naruto's sister, and the way the Nine-Tails' chakra subtly resonated between them was visible to those with enhanced perceptual abilities. Kazuna Inuzuka brought up the rear, notably without his usual canine partner. His posture carried a new sense of independence, as though he was learning to fight on his own – a significant departure from traditional Inuzuka combat methodology.
Across the room, Kiba felt Akamaru's emotions through their bond – a mixture of pride and melancholy as the dog sensed his former partner's transformation into something that required a different path. The white dog communicated wordlessly that Kazuna had discovered truths about himself that changed everything, truths that meant he could no longer rely on their traditional partnership techniques.
Kiba's initial intensity softened into acceptance. Whatever secrets his cousin had learned about his heritage, whatever revelations had forced him to walk a solitary path, they would discuss it when the exams were over. Blood-related or not, they were still family, and family supported each other through transformations they didn't fully understand.
Team 9 – also known as Team Guy – had positioned themselves near the western wall. Rock Lee stood with his characteristic enthusiasm barely contained, though his body still bore subtle signs of strain from his use of the Front Lotus technique. Tenten maintained her weapons specialist's vigilant awareness of potential threats, while Neji Hyuga's Byakugan tracked multiple targets simultaneously, his analytical mind processing tactical implications with characteristic Hyuga precision.
The presence of the Sand Siblings created an atmosphere of wariness that affected nearly everyone in the room. Gaara stood apart from the other teams, his pale eyes surveying the assembly with cold assessment that made even confident genin instinctively maintain distance. Temari and Kankuro flanked their brother, their postures suggesting they were prepared to intervene if his barely controlled violence threatened to manifest.
Team Kabuto occupied a position that seemed deliberately chosen to remain out of direct observation lines. The silver-haired leader maintained his friendly demeanor, though his eyes reflected intelligence that went far beyond typical genin awareness. His teammates carried themselves with the kind of confidence that suggested capabilities exceeding their apparent ages.
Most surprisingly, Team Dosu had also made it to the assembly hall, though their presence raised immediate questions. All three members bore evidence of having faced overwhelming force – their injuries were extensive enough that several genin wondered how they had managed to complete the examination at all. Dosu himself moved stiffly, his enhanced physiology still recovering from forces that had pushed his artificial enhancements to their breaking point.
The Hokage's Address
The arrival of the Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi brought immediate attention and respect from every person present. The elderly leader moved with the dignity and power that had made him one of the most feared shinobi of his generation, his presence commanding the room despite his advanced years.
"Congratulations to all of you," the Hokage began, his voice carrying easily throughout the vast chamber. "You have successfully completed the second phase of the Chunin Examinations, demonstrating the skills and determination necessary to represent your respective villages."
His gaze traveled across the assembled teams, lingering momentarily on certain individuals whose unusual capabilities had been noted in the examination reports.
"The Chunin Examinations serve multiple purposes," he continued. "On the surface, they assess individual combat capabilities and decision-making under pressure. But the true purpose runs deeper – these examinations test your ability to embody the principles that define shinobi culture."
The Hokage's expression grew more serious as he addressed the philosophical foundations of their profession.
"In times past, the various ninja villages settled disputes through direct military conflict. Thousands died in wars that accomplished little beyond demonstrating relative power levels. The Chunin Examinations evolved as an alternative – a way for villages to showcase their strength while minimizing casualties."
His words carried weight that suggested personal experience with the horrors of full-scale ninja wars.
"What you have demonstrated during this examination will be observed by dignitaries and leaders from multiple nations. Your performance influences not just your own advancement, but the perception of your village's capabilities. Some of you," his eyes flickered briefly toward Houjin, Eleryc, and several others, "carry unique circumstances that will attract particular scrutiny."
The carefully chosen words suggested the Hokage was aware of the otherworldly revelations that had occurred during the examination, though he gave no indication of how much detail he possessed about specific incidents.
"The third phase will take place in one month," he announced. "This time is provided for recovery from your injuries, but more importantly, for training and preparation. You will face opponents whose capabilities may exceed anything you have encountered during your academy years or initial missions."
As the Hokage concluded his address, he gestured toward a figure who had been standing in the shadows near the chamber's entrance.
"Hayate Gekkō will serve as proctor for the preliminary matches," the Hokage said. "I leave you in his capable hands."
The Sickly Proctor
Hayate Gekkō stepped forward, his frequent coughing immediately drawing attention and raising questions about his fitness to oversee combat examinations. The special jōnin's appearance suggested chronic illness, but his chakra signature revealed capabilities that went far beyond what his physical condition might suggest.
"cough Thank you, Hokage-sama," Hayate said, his voice carrying despite its weakness. "Now then, before we proceed to discuss the preliminary matches, I must explain an important detail about the examination structure."
His words immediately captured everyone's attention, tension rising as genin processed the implications of "preliminary matches."
"The second phase was designed with the expectation that roughly half of the initial participants would be eliminated," Hayate explained. "cough However, due to various factors, we have more successful teams than the final examination can accommodate."
The announcement sent murmurs through the assembled genin, each processing the implications of additional competition before the actual final phase.
"Therefore, we will conduct preliminary matches to reduce the number of participants to a manageable level for the final tournament," Hayate continued. "These matches will take place immediately, here in this chamber."
The revelation that they would be required to fight again so soon, without adequate time to recover from their Forest of Death injuries, created an atmosphere of tension and determination throughout the assembly hall.
"The preliminary matches will be one-on-one combat," Hayate explained. "cough Matchups will be determined randomly by the display board behind me. Matches will continue until one participant is unable to continue, surrenders, or I determine that further combat would result in death."
As the implications of immediate combat settled over the assembled genin, various team members found themselves exchanging glances with teammates and rivals alike. The convergence of so many individuals carrying otherworldly secrets, enhanced abilities, and mysterious origins promised to make the preliminary matches far more revelatory than the examination organizers had likely anticipated.
The question was no longer just who would advance to the final phase – it was whether the secrets that had been carefully maintained during the Forest of Death could survive the scrutiny of public combat before an assembly of witnesses that included some of the most perceptive shinobi in the world.
Anticipation and Anxiety
As Hayate prepared to activate the randomization system that would determine the first match, the assembled genin found themselves processing multiple layers of concern and anticipation.
Naruto's gaze kept drifting toward Eleryc, his mind still grappling with the possibility that he might carry Saiyan heritage similar to his teammate's. The prospect of having to fight before fully understanding his own nature created anxiety that his usual confidence couldn't entirely mask.
Sasuke's Sharingan remained active, analyzing potential opponents while simultaneously processing the reality that several of his peers possessed capabilities that exceeded anything his bloodline limit could replicate through observation alone.
Sakura found herself watching Houjin across the room, seeing her adoptive brother with new understanding after learning about his true nature. The prospect that he might have to demonstrate his otherworldly power before an audience that included foreign dignitaries sent waves of protective concern through her.
Houjin, for his part, maintained careful control over his emerald aura, conscious that any loss of composure in this environment would reveal secrets that certain parties would kill to exploit. His enhanced senses detected the various power signatures throughout the room – some human, some decidedly not – and he realized that he was far from the only one carrying burdens of hidden identity.
Kazuna felt Kiba's gaze from across the room, but instead of the intense scrutiny he had expected, he sensed something different – acceptance, patience, and the unspoken promise of family bonds that transcended bloodlines or revelations about heritage. Whatever questions existed between them could wait until after the examination, when they could speak openly without the pressure of international observers and competitive dynamics.
As the display board behind Hayate began to flicker with electronic life, preparing to reveal the first matchup, every person in the room stood at the threshold of revelations that would reshape their understanding of the ninja world and their place within it.
The preliminary matches were about to begin, and with them, a new phase of discoveries that would prove even more transformative than the trials they had already faced.
Preliminary Revelations
Unexpected Withdrawals
Hayate's announcement about the preliminary matches sent ripples of conversation through the assembled genin. The unexpected requirement to fight immediately, without adequate time to recover from the Forest of Death's trials, created an atmosphere of tension that affected nearly everyone present.
"cough Due to the unusually large number of teams that successfully completed the second phase," Hayate explained, "we must reduce the participant pool before proceeding to the final tournament. These preliminary matches will determine who advances."
It was Kabuto Yakushi who spoke first, his voice carrying apologetic sincerity as he raised his hand to attract the proctor's attention.
"I'm afraid I must withdraw," Kabuto announced, pushing his glasses up his nose with a gesture that seemed almost rehearsed. "The injuries I sustained during the second phase are more severe than I initially realized. Continuing would be irresponsible."
His teammates exchanged glances but didn't challenge his decision, and Hayate simply noted the withdrawal with bureaucratic efficiency. As Kabuto moved toward the exit, his internal thoughts carried concerns that his carefully maintained facade might crack if pushed to genuine combat. If I participated, the old Kabuto might come out. Can't risk that, not with so many perceptive eyes watching.
Sibling Concerns
As the assembly processed Kabuto's withdrawal, various pairs of siblings found themselves drawn into whispered conversations that carried weight beyond simple tactical discussion.
Naruto and Kasumi
The Uzumaki siblings gravitated toward each other with the kind of unconscious coordination that marked their deep connection. Kasumi's red hair caught the light as she leaned close to her brother, her voice pitched low to avoid eavesdropping.
"How are you holding up?" she asked, her medical training making her sensitive to the subtle signs of strain in Naruto's posture.
"I'm fine," Naruto replied automatically, then paused as he met her eyes. "Actually, that's not entirely true. Kasumi, there are things I learned during the examination. Things about myself that I don't fully understand yet."
The Nine-Tails' chakra stirred within both siblings, creating a resonance that only they could perceive. Kasumi felt the unusual fluctuations in her brother's energy signature – patterns that didn't quite match normal Uzumaki characteristics.
"Whatever you learned," she said firmly, "whatever you discovered about yourself – you're still my brother. We'll figure it out together."
Naruto felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. "Eleryc suggested I might be... more like him than we thought. That there might be reasons why I've always been stronger than I should be."
Kasumi's eyes widened as she processed the implications. If Naruto carried Saiyan heritage similar to Eleryc's, it would explain numerous anomalies about his capabilities. But it would also make him a target for forces that sought to exploit such power.
"We don't discuss this here," she whispered. "Not with so many potential enemies watching. But after the exams, we investigate properly."
Midori and Sasuke
The Uchiha siblings found themselves in a corner of the chamber, their conversation carrying the careful emotional distance that marked their clan's traditional approach to family dynamics.
"Your injuries from the earlier battles haven't fully healed," Midori observed, her Sharingan analyzing the subtle disruptions in her brother's chakra network. "And there's something else. Something wrong with your chakra pattern near your neck."
Sasuke's hand moved unconsciously toward the cursed seal that Orochimaru had placed on him during their encounter in the Forest of Death. The mark throbbed with malevolent energy that seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat.
"It's nothing I can't handle," he said, though his tone lacked his usual conviction.
"Don't be stupid," Midori replied bluntly. "I can see the seal's influence spreading through your chakra network. Whatever that mark is, it's not normal, and fighting in your current condition could make it worse."
Sasuke's eyes flashed with determination that bordered on obsession. "I have to fight. I need to measure myself against the strongest opponents available. For revenge."
The single word carried years of pain and determination, and Midori recognized the futility of trying to dissuade him when his mind was set on a path he considered necessary for his ultimate goals.
"Then at least be careful," she said quietly. "You're not alone, Sasuke. Whatever burden you're carrying, you don't have to face it entirely by yourself."
Hinata and Hanabi
The Hyuga sisters activated their Byakugan simultaneously, using their enhanced vision to maintain privacy for their conversation by monitoring anyone who might attempt to eavesdrop.
"The things I witnessed during the examination," Hanabi said quietly, "they've changed how I understand the world. Some of our teammates aren't entirely human, Hinata. Their power comes from sources that transcend anything we learned about in the academy."
Hinata nodded slowly, having reached similar conclusions based on her own observations and the telepathic message her sister had sent earlier.
"I sensed similar anomalies," she replied. "The chakra signatures we've encountered suggest capabilities that operate by completely different rules than traditional ninja techniques."
"Houjin is a Saiyan," Hanabi continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "An alien warrior from another world. And he's not the only one. Kazuna, Eleryc – they all carry similar heritage."
The revelation that multiple team members possessed otherworldly origins sent chills through Hinata's spine. The implications for village security, for the balance of power between nations, were staggering.
"What do we do with this information?" Hinata asked.
"We protect them," Hanabi replied firmly. "They're our teammates, our friends. Whatever their origins, they've proven their loyalty to Konoha. The question is whether we can protect their secrets from those who would exploit them."
Houjin and Sakura
Perhaps the most emotionally charged conversation occurred between the adoptive siblings whose bond had been tested and ultimately strengthened by recent revelations.
Sakura approached Houjin with the kind of determination that had defined her transformation during the Forest of Death battles. Her shortened hair framed her face as she looked up at her brother, seeing him with new understanding.
"The things Eleryc told me about you," she began, "about what you really are – it explains so much about our childhood together."
Houjin's dark eyes reflected concern and vulnerability. "I never wanted you to find out like this. I wanted to tell you myself, when the time was right."
"When would the time have been right?" Sakura asked gently. "How do you tell someone that you're literally from another planet?"
"I don't know," Houjin admitted. "But Sakura, you need to understand – what Mom and Dad meant when they said I was 'different,' when they warned about me being special – they knew. They knew I was an alien, that I had fallen from the stars in that metal pod."
The revelation that their parents had always known the truth hit Sakura with unexpected force. "They never told me."
"They were protecting both of us," Houjin explained. "Protecting you from the burden of keeping such a dangerous secret, and protecting me from anyone who might want to exploit my abilities or origins."
Sakura reached out and took his hand, her grip firm despite the trembling in her fingers. "You're still my brother. Blood or not, origin doesn't matter – you're family, and that's what counts."
The simple acceptance brought visible relief to Houjin's features. "I was so afraid that knowing what I really am would change how you saw me."
"It changes how I understand your strength," Sakura replied. "But it doesn't change who you are to me. You're still the person who protected me from bullies, who helped me with my training, who has always been there when I needed you."
Their embrace was interrupted by Hayate's announcement that the first match was about to begin, but the bond between them had been reinforced rather than weakened by the revelations of Houjin's true nature.
The First Match Announced
The electronic display board flickered to life, its ancient technology creating static patterns before settling on two names that sent tension through the assembly:
Sasuke Uchiha vs. Yoroi Akadō
The announcement drew immediate reactions from multiple quarters. Sakura felt her heart sink as she saw her brother preparing to move toward the arena floor, while simultaneously processing concern for Sasuke, whose condition she had been monitoring throughout their time in the tower.
"Sasuke," she called out, moving to intercept him before he could descend to the fighting area. "You shouldn't fight. Not in your current condition."
The Uchiha heir paused, his dark eyes reflecting the cursed seal's influence as much as his natural determination. "I have to fight."
"No, you don't," Sakura insisted, her medical training making her acutely aware of the danger he was courting. "That mark on your neck – whatever it is, it's affecting your chakra network. Fighting could make it worse, could give it more power over you."
Sasuke's expression hardened with the kind of obsessive determination that had driven him since his clan's massacre. "I don't care about becoming a chunin. I don't care about rankings or recognition. But I need to see how I measure up against the strongest opponents available."
"Why?" Sakura demanded, though she already suspected the answer.
"Because I can't avenge my family if I'm too weak to face those who destroyed them," Sasuke replied, his voice carrying years of pain and rage. "Every battle, every test, every challenge – they're all steps toward getting strong enough to kill the man who murdered my clan."
The raw honesty in his words left Sakura momentarily speechless. She had known about Sasuke's desire for revenge, but hearing it stated so directly, understanding how completely it dominated his motivations, brought new perspective on his often self-destructive drive for power.
"Then at least be careful," she said finally. "Don't let that mark control you. Don't give it power over who you are."
As Sasuke moved toward the arena floor, Kakashi Hatake materialized beside him with the kind of casual speed that marked elite jonin capabilities. The silver-haired instructor's usually relaxed demeanor carried undertones of serious concern.
"Sasuke," Kakashi said quietly, his visible eye reflecting awareness of complications beyond normal combat concerns. "I know about the cursed seal."
The admission made Sasuke tense, his hand moving unconsciously toward the mark that throbbed beneath his clothing.
"That mark carries tremendous power," Kakashi continued, "but also tremendous danger. If you use your Sharingan, it could trigger the seal's activation. The combination might be more than you can control."
"I can handle it," Sasuke insisted, though his voice carried less certainty than his words suggested.
"Perhaps," Kakashi replied. "But understand this – if that seal begins to overtake you, if I sense that you're losing control to its influence, I will stop the match immediately. Your safety is more important than any examination."
The words carried weight that transcended their instructor-student relationship. Kakashi's tone suggested personal experience with the consequences of cursed seals and the corrupting influence of power that came from questionable sources.
As Sasuke descended to the arena floor where his opponent waited, the assembled genin found themselves witnessing something more than a simple preliminary match. They were watching the intersection of personal demons, otherworldly powers, and the question of whether strength gained through determination could overcome corruption introduced through malevolent techniques.
The Stage is Set
Yoroi Akadō stood in the center of the arena, his appearance unremarkable compared to some of the more exotic genin present. But his chakra signature carried undertones that suggested capabilities beyond his surface appearance – techniques that drew power from sources that weren't entirely conventional.
"Ready?" Hayate asked, his voice carrying despite its weakness. "cough This match will continue until one participant is unable to continue, surrenders, or I determine that further combat would result in death."
Sasuke activated his Sharingan immediately, the tomoe spinning as his enhanced perception analyzed his opponent's stance and chakra patterns. The cursed seal on his neck began to pulse in rhythm with his bloodline limit's activation, dark markings starting to spread across his skin.
From the observation area, multiple pairs of eyes tracked the development with varying degrees of concern and interest. Sakura watched her teammate with medical awareness that detected the seal's growing influence. Naruto felt his own mysterious power stirring in response to the energy patterns manifesting below. Eleryc recognized similarities between the cursed seal's dark chakra and certain types of corrupted ki he had encountered in his sealed memories.
But it was Houjin whose reaction was most visceral. His Saiyan senses detected the malevolent nature of the cursed seal with crystalline clarity, and his protective instincts – honed through years of watching over Sakura – extended to include her teammates as well.
"That mark," he murmured to Hanabi, who stood beside him. "It feels wrong. Like it's trying to consume him from the inside out."
"Can you sense what it does?" she asked, her Byakugan activated to observe the chakra interactions in detail.
"It amplifies power," Houjin replied, "but at a cost. It's slowly rewriting his chakra network, changing him into something that serves whoever placed that seal on him."
The preliminary matches had begun, but already they were revealing complications that went far beyond simple combat assessment. The convergence of cursed seals, otherworldly powers, hidden heritages, and desperate quests for strength was creating a situation where the line between examination and genuine danger had become dangerously blurred.
As Hayate gave the signal for the match to begin, every person in that chamber understood that they were witnessing something significant – not just a fight, but a test of whether human determination could triumph over corrupting influences, whether bonds of friendship could survive revelations of inhuman origins, and whether the next generation of shinobi could bear the weight of secrets that threatened to reshape the balance of power in their world.
The First Battle
The Match Begins
The moment Hayate's hand dropped to signal the start of the match, Yoroi Akadō moved with the calculated precision of someone who had studied his opponent's capabilities extensively. His approach was methodical rather than aggressive, his movements designed to test Sasuke's reactions while conserving energy for the techniques that would define his strategy.
Sasuke's Sharingan tracked every motion with enhanced perception, the tomoe spinning as they analyzed Yoroi's stance, muscle movements, and chakra flow. But the cursed seal's influence was already making itself known – dark markings spread from his neck across his face and down his arm, creating patterns that pulsed with malevolent energy.
From the observation area, the assembled genin watched with varying degrees of awareness about what they were witnessing. Most saw it as a straightforward combat assessment between two skilled shinobi. But those with enhanced perceptual abilities recognized something far more complex unfolding on the arena floor.
"His chakra network is being disrupted," Hinata observed, her Byakugan revealing the subtle distortions created by the cursed seal's influence. "The mark is interfering with his normal energy flow, but also amplifying certain pathways in ways that shouldn't be possible."
Neji, standing nearby with his own Byakugan active, nodded in agreement. "That seal is rewriting his chakra circulation system in real-time. The power increase is significant, but the long-term consequences could be catastrophic."
Yoroi's Technique
Yoroi closed the distance with surprising speed, his hands reaching for direct physical contact with Sasuke. The Uchiha heir dodged the initial grab, his Sharingan-enhanced reflexes allowing him to evade despite the cursed seal's disruptive influence on his coordination.
"Your reputation precedes you, Sasuke Uchiha," Yoroi said, his voice carrying cold calculation. "The last surviving member of your prestigious clan. Let's see if you live up to the legends."
The taunt was designed to provoke an emotional response that would create openings for exploitation, but Sasuke's obsessive focus on measuring his current capabilities kept him from falling for such obvious manipulation.
When Yoroi finally made contact, grabbing Sasuke's arm with both hands, the true nature of his technique became apparent. Chakra began flowing from Sasuke's network into Yoroi's, drawn by a parasitic jutsu that fed on an opponent's energy to fuel the user's own abilities.
"This is my Chakra Absorption Technique," Yoroi explained, his confidence growing as he felt Sasuke's energy flowing into him. "The more you struggle, the more chakra I drain. Eventually, you'll be too weak to continue fighting."
Sasuke felt his strength being sapped, his chakra reserves depleting at an alarming rate as Yoroi's technique did its work. The cursed seal reacted to this development, its dark markings spreading further as it attempted to compensate for the energy loss by drawing on reserves that Sasuke didn't naturally possess.
The Cursed Seal's Influence
From his position beside Kakashi, Eleryc watched the cursed seal's progression with growing concern. His sealed memories of divine ki and corrupted power sources gave him insight into what was happening that few others in the room possessed.
"That seal isn't just amplifying his chakra," he murmured to his instructor. "It's introducing foreign energy into his system. Energy that feels similar to certain types of corrupted divine ki I've encountered in my... memories."
Kakashi's visible eye narrowed as he processed this information. "You're saying it's more than just a power boost?"
"Much more," Eleryc confirmed. "It's slowly transforming him. Rewriting not just his chakra network, but his fundamental nature. If it progresses too far, he might not be entirely human anymore."
The revelation sent chills through Kakashi's spine. He had suspected the cursed seal was dangerous, but understanding that it could fundamentally alter Sasuke's nature added new urgency to his monitoring of the match.
On the arena floor, Sasuke struggled against Yoroi's grip, his Sharingan spinning as it searched for weaknesses in his opponent's technique. The combination of chakra drain and cursed seal activation was creating a perfect storm of conflicting energies within his system.
"I can't... lose here," Sasuke gasped, his determination fighting against physical limitations. "Not when I haven't even begun to measure myself against the strongest opponents."
The cursed seal responded to his desperation, its dark markings completing their spread across the visible portions of his body. Power flooded through Sasuke's system – foreign, corrupting power that came at a terrible cost, but power nonetheless.
The Turning Point
With a sudden surge of strength that shocked both Yoroi and the observers, Sasuke broke free from the chakra-draining grip. The cursed seal's influence had temporarily boosted his physical capabilities beyond normal parameters, allowing him to overcome the parasitic technique through sheer force.
"Impossible," Yoroi muttered, his confidence cracking as he reassessed his opponent. "The chakra I drained should have left you too weak to resist."
"You're not fighting just me anymore," Sasuke replied, his voice carrying undertones that suggested the cursed seal was influencing more than just his physical capabilities. "You're fighting the power of someone who refuses to accept defeat before achieving his revenge."
What followed was a display of taijutsu that seemed to transcend Sasuke's normal capabilities. His movements were faster, his strikes carried more force, and his coordination had improved despite the disruption the cursed seal was causing to his chakra network.
The Sharingan's predictive abilities combined with the cursed seal's physical enhancements created a fighting style that overwhelmed Yoroi's defensive capabilities. Each strike landed with precision guided by the bloodline limit and force amplified by the malevolent seal.
From the observation area, multiple jonin instructors watched with growing concern. What they were witnessing wasn't simply a genin pushing past his limitations – it was a demonstration of how external power sources could corrupt and transform even the most disciplined shinobi.
"He's losing himself to that seal," Kurenai Yuhi observed, her genjutsu expertise making her sensitive to alterations in mental state. "His fighting style is becoming more aggressive, less controlled. The cursed seal isn't just boosting his power – it's changing his personality."
Guy Might nodded gravely, his experience with the physical toll of forbidden techniques giving him perspective on what Sasuke was experiencing. "The power boost comes at the cost of his self-control. If he becomes dependent on that seal's influence, he may never be able to fight without it again."
The Final Exchange
Yoroi attempted one last desperate chakra drain, lunging forward to make contact with Sasuke's exposed arm. But the Uchiha heir's Sharingan had predicted the move, allowing him to counter with a technique that demonstrated both his natural skill and the cursed seal's corrupting influence.
The Lion Combo – a technique Sasuke had observed and copied from Rock Lee during their earlier encounter – was executed with brutal efficiency. The combination of taijutsu strikes lifted Yoroi into the air, each impact carrying force enhanced by the cursed seal's dark chakra.
The final strike sent Yoroi crashing to the arena floor with enough force to crack the stone surface, his body embedded in a small crater as consciousness fled from the overwhelming assault.
Hayate moved forward immediately, his hand raised to signal the match's conclusion. "cough Winner: Sasuke Uchiha."
But the victory came at a visible cost. Sasuke stood over his defeated opponent, the cursed seal's markings still covering his visible skin, his breathing labored from the combination of chakra drain and the seal's influence. The dark energy slowly receded, the markings fading as the immediate threat passed, but everyone who had witnessed the match understood that something fundamental had changed.
Aftermath and Concerns
As medical personnel moved to attend to both combatants, the assembled genin processed what they had witnessed with varying degrees of understanding and concern.
Naruto felt his own mysterious power stirring in response to the cursed seal's energy signature, creating sensations that reinforced Eleryc's suggestion about his potential Saiyan heritage. The way his body had reacted to the dark chakra suggested capabilities he didn't fully understand.
Sakura watched as Kakashi immediately moved to Sasuke's side, the instructor's hands glowing with chakra as he applied some kind of seal over the cursed mark. Whatever technique he was using, it seemed designed to suppress the seal's influence when not actively needed.
Houjin's Saiyan senses detected the lingering traces of corrupted energy, and his protective instincts extended toward his sister's teammate despite their limited interaction. "That kind of power always comes with a price," he said quietly to Hanabi. "The question is whether he's willing to pay it."
Midori Uchiha felt her chest tighten with concern for her brother. She had seen the cursed seal's influence transform him during the battle, had witnessed how easily external power could override years of discipline and training. The path Sasuke was walking seemed increasingly dangerous and self-destructive.
Setting the Stage
As Sasuke was escorted from the arena floor to receive medical attention, Hayate prepared to announce the next match. The electronic display board flickered to life once more, preparing to reveal which genin would next face scrutiny before an assembly that included some of the most perceptive shinobi in the world.
"cough The preliminary matches will continue," Hayate announced. "All participants should remain ready for immediate combat when your name appears."
The tension in the chamber was palpable as everyone processed the implications of what they had witnessed. The first match had demonstrated that these weren't simple combat assessments – they were trials that would push participants beyond their normal limitations, potentially revealing secrets and capabilities that certain parties would kill to exploit.
For those carrying otherworldly powers, hidden heritages, and mysterious origins, the question was no longer whether their secrets would be revealed, but when, and whether they could control the circumstances of that revelation.
The display board continued its flickering pattern, preparing to announce the next combatants who would face judgment before an audience that included allies, rivals, and potential enemies whose interests went far beyond simple examination outcomes.
Silent Observers
In the shadows of the observation area, several figures watched the proceedings with interest that transcended normal spectator engagement.
Orochimaru, disguised among the assembled jonin, observed Sasuke's use of the cursed seal with satisfaction. The Uchiha heir was already becoming dependent on the power it provided, exactly as planned. Soon, he would seek out greater power, power that only the Snake Sannin could provide.
Kabuto, having withdrawn from the examination, remained in the chamber's periphery. His analytical mind processed every detail of the cursed seal's performance, gathering data that would prove valuable for his master's plans.
Among the foreign dignitaries observing from the upper galleries, representatives from various hidden villages made notes about the unusual capabilities being displayed. The cursed seal's corrupting influence, the various bloodline limits, and subtle hints about otherworldly powers – all of it contributed to intelligence assessments that would shape future political and military decisions.
And somewhere in the Forest of Death, still making his own way toward the central tower at a leisurely pace, Kage continued his observation of the dimensional barriers that separated this world from others. The convergence of Saiyan warriors in Konoha was no accident, and the Chunin Examinations were merely the catalyst that would force revelations about powers that transcended the understanding of most beings in this dimension.
The preliminary matches were just beginning, but already they were setting in motion events that would reshape not just individual lives, but the fate of entire worlds.
The question was whether those caught in the convergence would prove strong enough to survive the truths that were about to be revealed.
The Saiyan's Trial
The Announcement
The electronic display board flickered through its randomization sequence, the static patterns creating tension as every remaining participant wondered if their name would appear next. When the display finally stabilized, two names appeared that sent very different reactions through the assembled observers:
Houjin Haruno vs. Dosu Kinuta
The silence that followed the announcement was profound and telling. Those who had witnessed or heard about Team 6's encounter with Team Dosu in the Forest of Death understood immediately that this was not a random pairing – it was a rematch between a victim seeking revenge and the overwhelming force that had systematically dismantled him.
Dosu's face went pale beneath his bandages, the color draining so completely that even his teammates noticed the shift. His enhanced hearing, which had served him so well in previous battles, now picked up the subtle changes in his own heartbeat – the acceleration that marked genuine fear rather than simple pre-combat anxiety.
That power, he thought, his mind flashing back to the devastating assault in the forest. The way he moved, the force behind each strike, the complete inability of my sound-based techniques to even slow him down. And he wasn't even fully transformed...
The memory of emerald energy blazing around Houjin's form, of being thrown through multiple trees with casual ease, of techniques that seemed to ignore the fundamental laws of physics – all of it crashed back into Dosu's consciousness with vivid intensity.
An Interested Observer
Among the assembled jonin observers, one figure took particular interest in the announced matchup. Orochimaru, maintaining his disguise as a Grass Village jonin, leaned forward slightly as Houjin began his descent to the arena floor.
The Sannin's enhanced senses, honed through decades of forbidden research and experimentation, detected something unusual about the orange-haired genin's energy signature. It wasn't chakra – at least, not entirely. There was something else woven into his power structure, something that felt ancient and otherworldly in ways that exceeded even Orochimaru's extensive experience with esoteric abilities.
Interesting, Orochimaru thought, his serpentine eyes tracking Houjin's every movement with predatory focus. The reports from my subordinates mentioned unusual power levels, but this... this is something far more significant than simple bloodline enhancement.
The way Houjin carried himself suggested complete confidence in his capabilities, but more than that, there was an unconscious grace to his movements that spoke of power held under careful restraint. He wasn't moving like someone preparing for a difficult fight – he was moving like an apex predator assured of his dominance over lesser creatures.
That kind of power could prove useful, Orochimaru mused, already calculating how such an asset might be exploited. Though acquiring it might prove... challenging.
Sakura's Concern
In the observation area, Sakura felt her heart clench with concern as she watched her brother descend to the arena floor. Despite knowing about his true nature, despite understanding that he possessed power that went far beyond normal human limitations, she couldn't shake the protective instincts that had been part of their sibling relationship since childhood.
"He'll be fine," Naruto said, appearing beside her with his characteristic optimism. "I've seen Houjin train. That Sound ninja doesn't stand a chance."
"That's what worries me," Sakura replied quietly. "Not that he might lose, but that he might reveal too much about what he really is. There are people watching who would do anything to capture and study someone with his abilities."
Eleryc joined them, his own Saiyan senses resonating with the power signature emanating from the arena floor. "The question isn't whether he can win. The question is whether he can win without transforming, without showing the full extent of his capabilities."
The Match Begins
Houjin stood in the center of the arena, his dark eyes regarding Dosu with an expression that carried neither malice nor mercy – simply acknowledgment of an opponent who had already proven himself unworthy of genuine concern.
"You hurt my sister," Houjin said quietly, his voice carrying clearly despite its soft volume. "I haven't forgotten that. And neither has my body."
The emerald energy that constantly flickered beneath his skin became momentarily visible, creating brief patterns of light that suggested barely contained power waiting for an excuse to manifest fully.
Dosu forced himself to stand tall despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm his enhanced nervous system. He had faced death before, had survived missions that killed stronger shinobi, but something about Houjin's presence made his artificial enhancements feel inadequate and fragile.
"I was following orders," Dosu said, attempting to project confidence he didn't feel. "Nothing personal. Just the nature of combat examinations."
"Tell that to someone who cares about your justifications," Houjin replied. "I'm not interested in your reasons. I'm interested in making sure you understand the consequences of threatening people under my protection."
Hayate raised his hand, his expression suggesting he was already anticipating a quick conclusion to this match. "cough Begin!"
Overwhelming Disparity
Dosu launched his opening attack immediately, using his enhanced speed to close the distance while simultaneously activating his Resonating Echo Drill – the sound-based technique that had proven so effective against Rock Lee. The concentrated sonic assault was designed to disrupt an opponent's nervous system and inner ear, creating disorientation that would leave them vulnerable to follow-up attacks.
The technique struck Houjin directly, the sound waves washing over him with enough force to shatter stone. For a moment, Dosu allowed himself to hope that his artificial enhancements might prove sufficient against this seemingly overwhelming opponent.
Then Houjin took a step forward, completely unaffected by the sonic assault.
"Is that it?" the Saiyan asked, his voice carrying disappointment rather than mockery. "I expected more from someone who was confident enough to attack my sister."
The realization that his most powerful technique had failed to produce any measurable effect sent Dosu's strategic calculations into chaos. His sound-based attacks worked at the speed of sound itself – they should have been unavoidable, undeniable, unstoppable against any human opponent.
But Houjin wasn't human, and his Saiyan physiology operated by completely different rules than anything Dosu had been prepared to face.
"My turn," Houjin said simply.
What followed was less a battle than a demonstration of the gulf between artificial enhancement and genuine otherworldly power. Houjin moved with speed that made even the Sharingan users in the observation area struggle to track his movements, his strikes carrying force that sent Dosu flying across the arena despite the enhanced durability his artificial modifications provided.
The Sound ninja attempted to mount a defense, using every technique in his considerable arsenal. Sound-based attacks that should have disrupted chakra networks, physical strikes enhanced by artificial strength, tactical positioning designed to create opportunities for devastating counterattacks – all of it proved utterly inadequate against an opponent who operated on a completely different power scale.
Measured Brutality
Houjin's assault was systematic and controlled, each strike calculated to inflict specific levels of damage without crossing the line into permanent injury or death. Despite his anger about Sakura's treatment in the forest, he maintained enough self-control to remember that this was supposed to be an examination rather than a battlefield execution.
But control didn't mean mercy, and Dosu quickly found himself experiencing the same helpless frustration he had inflicted on other opponents through his superior techniques and artificial enhancements.
"You enhanced yourself artificially," Houjin observed as he landed another precisely calculated strike that sent Dosu crashing against the arena wall. "You took shortcuts to power, assuming that would be enough to overcome natural talent and genuine training."
Another strike, this one targeting Dosu's sound-generating arm equipment. The impact shattered the artificial constructs that had allowed the Sound ninja to project his most devastating techniques, leaving him with only his natural abilities – which were considerable by normal standards, but woefully inadequate against a Saiyan warrior.
"Power without understanding is just noise," Houjin continued, his voice carrying the kind of calm certainty that came from absolute confidence in his capabilities. "You never learned to truly fight because you relied on equipment and enhancements to do the work for you."
From the observation area, various shinobi watched the one-sided battle with different reactions based on their understanding of what they were witnessing.
Rock Lee observed Houjin's taijutsu with the kind of analytical focus that marked his dedication to physical combat mastery. "His technique is flawless," he said admiringly. "Every movement serves a purpose, every strike lands with exactly the force needed to achieve specific effects. This is what true mastery looks like."
Neji Hyuga's Byakugan tracked the energy flows within Houjin's body, noting how they differed fundamentally from normal human chakra networks. "That's not chakra enhancement," he muttered. "His power comes from a completely different source. Something that doesn't follow any of the rules we learned about at the academy."
Guy Might stood beside his student, his experienced eye detecting subtleties that most observers would miss. "He's holding back significantly," the jonin observed. "What we're seeing is a fraction of his true capabilities. The real power is kept carefully contained, only released in precisely measured amounts."
Orochimaru's Growing Interest
The disguised Sannin watched the demonstration with growing fascination, his analytical mind processing implications that went far beyond the simple combat assessment.
That level of physical capability without apparent chakra enhancement, Orochimaru thought, his serpentine nature drawn to the potential that Houjin represented. Combined with the exotic appearance and reports of falling from the sky in a metal pod... this isn't a bloodline limit. This is something completely outside the normal parameters of human evolution.
The way Houjin fought suggested combat experience that exceeded what any genin should possess, instincts honed by something other than academy training or mission experience. It was the kind of natural fighting ability that came from being born to a warrior culture, from carrying genetic predisposition toward combat excellence.
If I could obtain samples of his genetic material, Orochimaru mused, or better yet, convince him to serve my purposes willingly... the applications would be revolutionary.
But even as he calculated potential approaches to acquiring this valuable asset, the Sannin recognized that direct confrontation would be inadvisable. The power Houjin was demonstrating, even while clearly restrained, suggested capabilities that might prove challenging even for someone of Orochimaru's considerable abilities.
The Inevitable Conclusion
Dosu struggled to his feet one final time, his artificially enhanced physiology keeping him conscious despite damage that would have incapacitated normal humans. Blood flowed from multiple injuries, his breathing came in ragged gasps, and his sound-generating equipment lay in shattered ruins around the arena.
"Surrender," Houjin said, his voice carrying neither triumph nor contempt – just simple statement of obvious fact. "You can't win this fight, and continuing will only result in injuries that your artificial enhancements can't repair."
For a moment, Dosu's pride warred with his survival instincts. He had survived countless missions through determination and refusal to accept defeat. But something in Houjin's eyes – a combination of power, certainty, and carefully restrained violence – convinced him that further resistance would be genuinely foolish rather than merely difficult.
"I surrender," Dosu said, the words bitter on his tongue but necessary for survival.
Hayate immediately raised his hand, relief evident in his expression. "cough Winner: Houjin Haruno!"
The announcement was met with varied reactions throughout the observation area. Those who had witnessed the Forest of Death encounter weren't surprised by the outcome, but seeing the systematic dismantling of an enhanced opponent in a controlled setting drove home just how overwhelming Houjin's capabilities actually were.
Aftermath and Implications
As medical personnel moved to attend to Dosu's extensive injuries, Houjin returned to his team's position with the same calm demeanor he had maintained throughout the match. The emerald energy that had been flickering beneath his skin settled back into dormancy, leaving no visible evidence of the power he carried beyond his exotic appearance.
Sakura embraced her brother briefly, relief evident in her expression despite her knowledge of his capabilities. "You were careful," she observed. "You didn't transform, didn't reveal the full extent of your power."
"I promised Mom and Dad I'd be careful about revealing what I am," Houjin replied quietly. "But Sakura, everyone who was watching closely knows I'm not normal. The question is whether they understand just how not-normal I actually am."
Team 6 gathered around their returned teammate, each processing the implications of what had been publicly demonstrated. Hanabi's Byakugan had tracked every detail of the combat, her analytical mind recognizing that Houjin had won while using only a fraction of his true capabilities. Kasumi felt the Nine-Tails' chakra within her responding to the residual Saiyan energy, suggesting connections between different types of otherworldly power. Kazuna stood without his usual canine partner, his own awakening Saiyan nature resonating with the display of controlled force.
"You've attracted attention," Yugao said quietly, appearing beside her team with the kind of serious expression that suggested concerns beyond simple examination performance. "Powerful attention from people whose interest might not be benign."
Houjin nodded grimly, his enhanced senses having detected the intense scrutiny from multiple sources throughout his match. "I know. But hiding what I am isn't really an option anymore, is it? Not after the Forest of Death, not after this match. The secret's out – now we just have to deal with the consequences."
The Next Match Approaches
As the assembly processed Houjin's overwhelming victory, the electronic display board began its flickering sequence once more. The preliminary matches would continue, each potentially revealing new capabilities, hidden powers, and secrets that certain parties would kill to exploit.
Orochimaru's interest had been piqued by Houjin's display, adding another valuable asset to his calculations alongside Sasuke's cursed seal and potential. The convergence of unusual abilities among this generation of genin suggested opportunities that the ambitious Sannin intended to fully exploit.
Among the foreign dignitaries in the upper galleries, notes were being made and reports prepared. The genin displaying unusual capabilities would be monitored closely, their performances analyzed for tactical advantages and potential threats to their respective villages.
And somewhere beyond the tower's walls, Kage continued his dimensional observations, satisfied that events were progressing according to patterns he had witnessed across multiple timelines. The Saiyan warriors were being forced into the light, their secrets revealed to a world that would soon have to confront the reality that humanity was far from alone in the universe.
The preliminary matches continued, but the true test had already begun – the test of whether those carrying otherworldly power could survive in a world that would seek to control, exploit, or destroy what it didn't understand.
To be continued in Chapter 10: Preliminary Round part 2