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Kapitel 197: 196-Battleground

Renjiro looked at Miwa, his curiosity piqued as he tried to read her expression.

"What do you want to show me?" he asked. His tone had a mix of curiosity and caution.

Miwa merely smiled, turning away and beginning to walk ahead "Don't worry about that, just follow me,"

Renjiro hesitated for a moment, watching her as she disappeared around a corner. With a shrug, he decided to follow, his footsteps echoing slightly in the narrow, dimly lit corridor.

'Where is she taking me?' he wondered, his thoughts swirling as they continued down the hallway.

The corridor they were in seemed to stretch on forever, the faint sound of their footsteps the only noise in the otherwise silent space.

Renjiro noted how the walls, once smooth and well-maintained, began to show signs of age and wear, the stone cracked in places, with moss creeping along the seams.

Finally, they reached the end of the hallway, where a narrow stairwell descended further down. Without pausing, Miwa started down the stairs, her movements smooth and deliberate.

Renjiro followed closely behind, his curiosity growing with each step they took. The stairwell was narrow, the walls closing in around them as they descended, the air thickening with the scent of damp stone and earth.

At the bottom of the stairwell stood a massive, dingy double door, its surface marred with scratches and dents that spoke of years of use. It was clear this door had seen better days.

'I didn't even know this place existed,' Renjiro thought, his brow furrowing as he took in the sight before him. The door was massive, easily twice his height, and looked like it belonged to an ancient fortress rather than a base hidden beneath the Police force.

Out of curiosity, Renjiro activated his chakra field. He wanted to see whether he would be able to get an inkling as to what Miwa wanted to show him.

Immediately he did, Miwa shot him a knowing glance. But her catching on to what he was trying to do was not what concerned Renjiro. Renjiro could sense the chakra signatures of every being or object around, except for what was behind the door. It was like someone had cut off a section of his chakra field.

'Hmm... that is strange, are they using a seal to block out sensing? No, that can't be. I have experimented with how my chakra field works every stealth seal I know of.' Renjiro thought.

While Renjiro had not mastered as many seals as he'd like to, he was aware of most and how they reacted with his surroundings. So this particular situation piqued his interest.

He was aware that even if he had a thousand years to practise Fuinjutsu, he would never know of all the seals under the sun as Fuinjutsu was very broad, with countless ways to achieve it. It was kinda like programming with how various programming languages popped up every now and then.

Miwa paused for a moment in front of the door, her hand resting on the rough wood. Without a word, she pushed it open

"Creeeaaak!"

The door groaned in protest as it swung inward, revealing a sight that took Renjiro completely by surprise.

Beyond the door was a vast open space. It was enormous, much larger than he had expected, with various demarcated areas spread out across the floor.

Each area was marked by thick lines of chalk or paint, separating them from one another. Some spaces were small, likely meant for one-on-one combat, while others were large enough to accommodate several fighters at once.

Weapons of all kinds were scattered around the edges of the room, some leaning against the walls, others laid out on makeshift racks. Swords, kunai, shuriken, and even more exotic weapons like scythes and chains were all there, glinting faintly in the low light.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and steel, a combination that Renjiro recognized from countless training sessions, though this was somehow different—more intense.

Renjiro's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. He could see groups of shinobi sparring in the various spaces, their movements quick and precise, their faces set in expressions of intense focus. Some of the larger spaces had drawn crowds, and groups of onlookers gathered around to watch the action unfold.

The noise was overwhelming, the clash of metal on metal, and the dull thud of fists and feet striking flesh. But what stood out most was the crowd's reaction.

They weren't just watching—they were cheering, shouting encouragement or jeers at the fighters, their voices blending into a chaotic roar.

"Yeah! Get him!"

"Don't let him get away!"

"Finish him!"

The voices rang out from all sides, rising and falling like waves crashing against a shore. It was clear that this wasn't just a friendly sparring session; the fighters were out for blood, their movements fueled by something far more primal than simple training.

"Where is this?"

Renjiro aksed, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and disbelief as he continued to take in his surroundings. This place was unlike anything he had ever seen in the Uchiha compound, or anywhere else, for that matter.

Miwa turned to face him, a small, satisfied smile on her face as she saw the look on his face.

"This," she began, taking a few steps forward before turning back to him with a grin,

"is the Battlegrounds."

Renjiro blinked, the name taking a moment to sink in. "The what now?"*he asked.

'Does she mean a training ground?' he wondered, though the atmosphere here felt far too intense for simple training.

Miwa chuckled softly at his reaction, "The Battlegrounds," she repeated. "Is a place where most of the force's shinobi come to relax, train, earn some extra money, or even, in some cases, settle disputes." Her tone was casual as if she were describing a normal, everyday place, but there was a hint of pride in her voice.

Renjiro frowned, "How come I've never heard of it? I've been in the force for more than half a year now," he questioned, genuinely puzzled.

He prided himself on being aware of everything that went on in the compound, and the timeline to some extent, but this was completely new to him.

Miwa's smile turned smug, "That's because it's invite-only," she explained, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If you had friends who were members, then you would have heard about it. Fortunately for you, you have me."

Renjiro's mind raced with questions as he looked around again, his gaze flicking over the fighters and the spectators.

'How do the clan elders even let this place be?' he wondered, though the thought was quickly drowned out by the roar of the crowd as another fight reached its climax.

He glanced over at the source of the noise, his eyes widening as he saw one of the fighters land a devastating blow that sent his opponent crashing to the ground.

"I know what you are thinking about," Miwa said as Renjiro focused on her, "You are probably wondering why this is allowed by the clan leaders allow this right?"

Renjiro arched a brow, which was enough for Miwa to know that she was on point.

"It's simple," she began, "They view this as an avenue where the clan members can come and relieve their stress."

'Really?'

Renjiro thought as he spared a glance to a shinobi who had just lost in the previous fight and his body was riddled with wounds.

'I am not sure that this can be considered as relieving stress.'

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Kapitel 198: 197-Good Practice

"So what do you think?" Miwa asked, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade. Renjiro blinked, his mind momentarily blanking out as he tried to process everything.

He finally found his voice, though it was laced with uncertainty. "I think that it's good for getting more fighting experience," he said.

Miwa's face lit up with approval, "Exactly! That's why we're here."

Renjiro frowned slightly, "For training?" he asked.

Miwa shrugged, her expression turning slightly cryptic. "Yeah, something like that."

Before Renjiro could probe further, someone approached them. He noticed the figure, a man with sharp features and a confident stride, heading their way.

Miwa turned to greet him, a familiar smile on her face. "Rie, good timing. This is my nephew, Renjiro."

Rie nodded in acknowledgement, his eyes briefly scanning Renjiro as if assessing him.

"Nice to meet you, Renjiro," he said in a polite tone, though his gaze was piercing.

Renjiro gave a respectful bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Rie-san."

Rie then glanced at Miwa, his expression shifting to one of mild urgency. "We're about to begin," he informed her, his tone indicating that this was something important.

Miwa nodded, turning to Renjiro with a more serious expression. "Come on, follow me," she instructed as she began to lead the way.

'It seems like this is more than just a visit why wouldn't she just tell me why she brought me here.' Renjiro thought as he started to become frustrated by the whole interaction.

He followed closely behind, still unsure of what exactly was about to happen. They approached a space similar to the one Renjiro had seen earlier, a marked-off area where two shinobi were standing. The only difference was that they were not locked in combat, and there were no spectators present.

The two were a young boy and a woman. They were both dressed in the standard black jumpsuits and green flak jackets. The boy was tall and broad-shouldered, with a calm, almost detached expression on his face. The woman, on the other hand, had a sharper, more intense look, her eyes glinting with anticipation as they approached.

'Is Miwa going to fight?' Renjiro wondered, the thought both surprising and intriguing him. He had seen Miwa fight before, but not in a setting like this.

The woman was the first to speak, "Miwa, I thought you weren't going to show up," she said with a smirk playing on her lips.

Miwa rolled her eyes but smiled back. "Osaki, why would you even think that? You know I always keep my word," she retorted.

Osaki's eyes twitched slightly at the remark, clearly recalling instances where Miwa hadn't exactly been punctual or reliable.

Still, she let it slide, focusing instead on Renjiro. "So, this is your nephew?" Osaki asked, her gaze shifting to Renjiro, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

"Yes, he is," Miwa confirmed, glancing at Renjiro with a proud smile.

"Renjiro, this is Osaki and her nephew Kayo."

Renjiro took a step forward, bowing respectfully to both Osaki and Kayo. "It's an honour to meet you both, I am Uzumaki Renjiro," he said politely.

Kayo, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke, his voice low and calm. "Likewise," he said, his expression unreadable as he studied Renjiro.

Osaki's eyes flicked between Renjiro and Kayo before she turned back to Miwa. "So, when do we begin?" she asked.

Renjiro, who had been trying to piece together the situation, finally spoke up, "Begin what?" His eyes darted between Miwa and Osaki, hoping for some clarification.

Osaki raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips as she glanced at Miwa.

"Your nephew doesn't seem to be aware of the situation," she remarked, her tone slightly amused.

Miwa sighed, shaking her head slightly as if this was something she should have anticipated. "Renjiro, you will be fighting Kayo," she explained, her tone matter-of-fact.

Renjiro's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Wait, what?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and disbelief.

He had assumed they were here for some kind of training, but he hadn't expected to be thrown into a fight, especially not one that seemed as serious as this.

Miwa's expression softened slightly, though there was still a hint of challenge in her eyes. "You'll be fighting on my behalf," she said, her voice calm but firm.

Renjiro stared at her thinking, 'Is that supposed to make me feel better?'

"But why do I have to fight at all?" Renjiro asked again. It seemed like Miwa was avoiding his question so he kept asking it, trying to get to the root of all of this.

Miwa paused, her expression thoughtful before she sighed lightly, "Alright, Renjiro, I guess I owe you an explanation," she began, "Osaki and I… well, we have a bit of a dispute, and we decided to settle it through a fight."

Renjiro blinked, "A dispute?" he echoed, "What does that have to do with me?"

Miwa smiled, "Well, we decided that instead of fighting ourselves, we'd have our nephews fight on our behalf," she explained, her tone as if this was a perfectly logical solution.

'How does this concern me?!' Renjiro thought, the absurdity of the situation starting to settle in.

"But Miwa, I just came back from a mission," he protested, his voice edged with fatigue. "I'm not in the condition to give it my all in a fight."

Miwa, however, wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily. She grinned, "You were planning on training before resting, weren't you?" she countered, "So I'm sure you'll be fine."

Renjiro stared at her, "Training is different from fighting," he pointed out.

Miwa chuckled, "It's all the same," she said, waving her hand dismissively as if brushing off his concerns.

"You've been through tougher fights than this, Renjiro. Besides, it's not like you're going into battle, you're just sparring with Kayo. It's good practice."

Renjiro's mind raced as he tried to think of another way out of this, but Miwa's relaxed attitude and confident smile made it clear that she wasn't going to back down.

He felt a mix of frustration and resignation settling over him, knowing that arguing further would likely be pointless.

With a heavy sigh, Renjiro finally relented. "Alright, fine," he said, his tone carrying a hint of resignation.

"I'll do it. But what are the rules?"

Osaki, who had been watching the exchange with a slightly amused expression, stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. "No killing," she said simply, her gaze steady as she looked between Renjiro and Kayo.

 "That's the only rule. This is a spar, not a fight to the death death match."

'Yeah right, as if Spar isn't just a word to sugarcoat it.' Renjiro thought.

He had seen the venue, if this was some sort of sparring, doing it in one of the training grounds near the base would be the logical thing to do. But they were in a place called battleground. Safety was not something one would think of when they heard of the place, let alone see it.

He glanced at Miwa, who was watching him with an expectant expression. Miwa smiled a hint of pride in her eyes. "Show them what you're capable of."

Kayo, who had remained silent throughout the discussion, stepped forward, his expression calm but focused. "I look forward to our match," he said, his voice low and measured.

Renjiro nodded in acknowledgement, studying Kayo's demeanour. There was no malice or hostility in his tone, just a sense of purpose and determination. It was clear that Kayo was taking this fight seriously, and Renjiro knew that he would have to do the same.

They stepped into the designated fighting area and took their positions. Renjiro took a deep breath, centring himself as he shifted into a ready stance.

Across from him, Kayo did the same, his movements precise and controlled. There was a calmness to him, a sense of composure that spoke of experience and confidence.

For a brief moment, the world seemed to hold its breath as they stood there, poised to strike. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, Kayo attacked.

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