Training Yard – Late Afternoon
The dust swirled lazily in the summer air as Kazuki and Azula faced off, both barefoot, hands raised in ready stances.
Kuroha stood with her arms crossed, a deceptively gentle smile on her face—the one that had earned her the title Smiling Tyrant. "No weapons. Hand-to-hand only. Begin."
Azula's eyes gleamed, and she was the first to move. She darted forward, her foot snapping toward Kazuki's ankle.
Kazuki hopped over it, twisting midair to drive a kick toward her head, but Azula blocked with her forearm, grunting at the impact. She shoved his leg aside and countered with a punch to his chest.
Kazuki caught her wrist and twisted only for Azula to pivot, spin, and smash her elbow into his ribs.
She's sharper than yesterday, Kazuki thought, but he refused to step back.
He dropped low, sweeping her leg. Azula hit the dirt but rolled instantly, kicking up to her feet with a smirk. "You're slowing down, genius."
Kazuki's lips twitched. "You're imagining it."
They closed in again, their strikes blurring fist against forearm, knee against shin. Dust billowed under their movements. Azula feinted a jab, then spun for a high kick. Kazuki blocked, but she used the recoil to drop low and sweep him off his feet.
He hit the ground with a thud. Before he could rise, she pressed her punch just inches from his face.
"Point to me," she said, grinning like a cat that caught the canary.
Kazuki pushed her hand aside, frowning. "…Barely."
Azula flipped her hair back. "Barely is still a win. Honestly, I should get this framed. I beat the 'great Kazuki' without even breaking a sweat."
Kazuki's brow twitched. "Don't get cocky."
Her smirk widened. "Oh, I'm already there. In fact…" She leaned in, her voice full of challenge. "Why don't you use that fancy Sharingan of yours? Let's see if it's really all that."
Round Two — Sharingan
Kazuki exhaled slowly, his annoyance simmering just enough to loosen his restraint."Fine," he said, voice quiet but firm. "Don't complain later."
His eyes shifted—deep crimson bleeding into his irises as a single tomoe began to spin lazily in each eye.The air between them seemed to tighten, as if the heat had been pulled from it.
Azula's smirk wavered for just a fraction of a second. "…Tch. Whatever."
Kuroha's gaze sharpened, but she said nothing.
They moved.
Azula lunged, her punch fast, sharp, and well-aimedbut to Kazuki, the moment unfolded like water dripping from a leaf.
The subtle flex in her calf. The minute tightening of her shoulder. The shift of her weight from heel to toe.
In real time, it was a blur.
To him, it was a dozen discrete movements he could read as easily as turning a page.
He tensed his legs muscle for a quick sidestep and readied his arm for a counterattack and he waited for her to approach him, the moment she reached the point where no matter what she does she will not be able to react to his sudden movement.
He stepped just enough to let her fist pass by, tapped her wrist aside, and with a flick of his knuckles, bonked her forehead before she even realized she'd missed.
"—Ow!" She recoiled, eyes wide. "The hell—?"
Kazuki's voice was calm, almost bored. "One point."
She rushed again, chaining together a fast barrage of jabs and hooks, but Kazuki's Sharingan caught every muscle contraction an instant before the strike happened.
Her left shoulder dipped a hair too much—left hook incoming. Kazuki shifted an inch, letting her fist cut through empty air. Her knee twitched upward—low kick. He raised his shin to block before she even extended her leg.
From Azula's perspective, he was dodging too perfectly, like he already knew what she'd do.From Kazuki's perspective, she might as well have been moving in slow motion.
She tried a feint into a spin kick, hoping to catch him off-guard.But Kazuki had already seen the subtle arch in her spine before she even turned——and was there to catch her ankle mid-spin.A tug, a sweep—She hit the dirt.
"Two points."
Her teeth clenched. "Again!"
They clashed in a flurry of strikes except now, it wasn't a fight. It was a demonstration.
A twitch in her shoulder parried.A glance toward his midsection low feint, high counter.The Sharingan didn't just track her it predicted her.
Dust swirled lazily around them, but Kazuki's world was crystal clear:her breaths, the tension in her jaw, the slight widening of her stance before every kick.Each action announced itself to him before it happened.
He didn't even need to rush just the smallest movements, redirecting her force, slipping inside her guard, and countering with surgical precision.
The final exchange Azula lunged with a desperate straight punch, putting all her weight behind it.Kazuki watched the world slow to a crawl. He saw the instant her foot planted, the exact moment her torso twisted for power.He stepped in, tapped her shoulder, then her ribs, and finally stopped his palm an inch from her forehead all before her punch had even finished extending.
He let the world speed up again.
"Fifteen to zero," he said evenly, his eyes fading back to black.
Azula lay sprawled on the dirt, panting, staring at the sky. "…I hate that eye."
Kazuki smirked. "You challenged it."
Kuroha clapped once. "Good. Again tomorrow. No excuses."
As they left the training ground, Kazuki glanced sideways at her with a teasing grin.Without Sharingan, she might beat me sometimes… but with it? She's not even close.
Azula glared, cheeks flushed. "The day I awaken my Sharingan… Will be the day I am going to wipe that smug look off your face."
Kazuki chuckled. "I'll be waiting."
And all of them heads towards the orphanage.
Three months.
That's how long Kuroha's "gentle" training regime had been slowly grinding them down into something more… shinobi-like.
She'd earned a new title in that time: The Smiling Tyrant.
It started as a joke—Azula whispered it under her breath one morning after Kuroha ordered fifty push-ups "as a warm-up." But the name stuck. Everyone used it now. Even Kazuki, though never in earshot.
The "tyrant" part came from the impossible workouts. The "smiling" part came from the fact that she delivered them with the warmth of a doting aunt handing out candy.
"Only five kilometers today, children! We're taking it easy." Kuroha said in a doting tone
Five kilometers… easy?
And yet… it worked.
Kazuki could feel the changes every time he woke up. His legs were firmer, his arms no longer noodles, and his breathing barely hitched after long runs. His chakra control was sharper too—tree climbing and leaf balancing had gone from clumsy disasters to second nature.
If this was my previous life, training like this would have been impossible, he thought one morning while tightening the straps on his sandals. No way a five-year-old could keep this up. Chakra is basically a super steroid.
The others had changed too. The scrawny, wide-eyed orphans now had a hint of muscle definition. Even the lazier ones could last through the daily circuits without collapsing halfway.
Author Note : This is my first time writing a fighting scene and it was difficult. I have written two fight scenes one without Sharingan and another with Sharingan. So tell me what do you think about these fighting scenes.