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The tension in the arena was thick as the match between Shisui Uchiha and Rasa of the Hidden Sand was announced. The crowd, having witnessed the battles leading up to this one, knew this fight would be different. Shisui, the prodigy of the Uchiha, was renowned for his speed and intellect, while Rasa, personally trained by the Kazekage, possessed a power no one had fully seen yet. The weight of the villages rested on their shoulders, and the air buzzed with the possibility that either one of them could fall.
As the referee's hand dropped, signaling the beginning of the match, Rasa wasted no time. He knew better than to allow Shisui any advantage, especially with the threat of genjutsu hanging over him. Shisui's eyes were as dangerous as any weapon, and Rasa had to avoid direct eye contact at all costs.
A flick of Rasa's hand sent golden dust swirling into the air, forming a shimmering barrier between him and Shisui. He wouldn't give the Uchiha the chance to use those eyes against him. No matter how fast Shisui was, Rasa knew that if he could control the battlefield, he could win.
POV: Shisui
Shisui's body flickered as soon as the match started, vanishing from sight. He reappeared behind Rasa in a blur, his kunai aimed for a quick, clean strike. Rasa was quick to react, golden dust swirling up to intercept the blade before it could land. The sound of metal clashing against the shimmering particles echoed through the arena as Shisui's attack was blocked.
Shisui leaped back, narrowly dodging the dust that retaliated immediately. Rasa wasn't just fast—his control over the dust was precise. Shisui could feel the tension in his body rise. He had to keep moving. Standing still, even for a moment, could spell disaster.
He darted to the side, aiming for a different angle, and launched a set of shuriken at Rasa, but once again, the gold dust reacted faster than expected, forming a barrier that blocked the projectiles.
"Can't make this easy for me, can you?" Shisui muttered to himself.
POV: Rasa
Rasa's heart pounded in his chest as he tightened his control over the golden dust. Shisui was everything they said—fast, calculated, and dangerous. But Rasa couldn't back down. This was more than just a fight. This was about proving that the Hidden Sand could compete with the powerhouses of the Leaf.
With a swift motion, Rasa sent a wave of gold dust toward Shisui, trying to envelop him. But Shisui vanished again, leaving only a blur in his wake. Rasa's frustration grew. Shisui's speed was becoming a problem. He couldn't allow the Uchiha to keep dictating the flow of the fight.
Rasa took a deep breath and pressed forward, launching tendrils of gold dust at Shisui's last position, hoping to bind him. But as the dust moved, Shisui flickered into existence above him, kunai drawn. Rasa barely managed to raise his defense in time. The kunai clanged off the gold dust, but the force of Shisui's strike reverberated through Rasa's body, causing him to stumble back.
Blood dripped from Rasa's arm. The first real hit had landed.
But Shisui wasn't unharmed either. His speed had its limits, and Rasa's relentless attacks had left their mark. Shisui's side throbbed from a glancing blow from the gold dust earlier, and he could feel the strain of the fight beginning to wear on him. But the pain didn't matter. He had to keep pressing forward.
POV: Shisui
Shisui knew he couldn't let up. Rasa's defenses were strong, but Shisui had speed and strategy. He formed hand seals rapidly. "Fire Release: Phoenix Flower Jutsu!"
Small fireballs shot out, peppering the arena and forcing Rasa to react. Rasa's gold dust whipped around him, deflecting most of the fireballs, but the heat was making it harder to control the dust. Shisui noticed the subtle shift in Rasa's posture—the strain was showing.
With another flicker, Shisui appeared at Rasa's side, aiming for a precise strike at his ribs. This time, Rasa was just a hair too slow. Shisui's kunai cut deep into Rasa's side, blood spilling onto the ground.
Rasa grunted in pain but refused to yield. Instead, he retaliated with a massive wave of gold dust, catching Shisui off guard and slamming him into the ground. Shisui rolled to his feet, but the impact had broken a few ribs. He winced as he stood, his vision blurring for a moment from the pain.
POV: Rasa
Rasa clutched his side, blood soaking through his robes, but he couldn't afford to slow down. Shisui was relentless, but Rasa knew he had to end this soon. He gathered more gold dust around him, feeling the weight of his injuries but pushing through the pain. Shisui's speed had forced Rasa to use more chakra than he had planned, and his reserves were running low.
But so were Shisui's.
Rasa launched himself at Shisui, trying to close the distance. He swung a kunai, but Shisui parried, his body flickering in and out of sight. They exchanged blows rapidly, each strike leaving marks on the other. Shisui's kunai sliced across Rasa's arm, but Rasa retaliated by smashing Shisui into the ground with a blast of gold dust.
The impact left Shisui dazed, blood dripping from his forehead as he tried to stand. Rasa wasn't faring much better—his vision blurred, and the pain in his side was nearly unbearable.
POV: Shisui
Everything hurt. His ribs screamed with every breath, and blood trickled down his face. But he couldn't stop. Not now. He had one last move left, and he needed to make it count.
Through the haze of pain, Shisui formed hand seals once more. "Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
The massive fireball roared toward Rasa, the heat forcing him to raise his gold dust shield. But Shisui had anticipated this. As the fireball hit the shield, Shisui flickered behind Rasa, kunai in hand. Rasa spun, but he was too slow. Shisui's kunai drove deep into his back, just as the gold dust encased Shisui's legs, binding him.
They both hit the ground, their bodies barely able to move. Blood soaked the dirt beneath them, and the crowd fell silent. Both fighters were on the edge of collapse, their bodies broken, but the fight wasn't over yet.
POV: Rasa
I have to move… I have to finish this…
Rasa tried to push himself up, but his vision swam. His body wouldn't respond. The blood loss was too much. He could feel the gold dust beginning to falter. Shisui had beaten him, but Rasa wasn't done fighting. He forced the dust to move, trying to tighten the grip on Shisui, but his strength was fading.
POV: Shisui
Just one more…
Shisui gritted his teeth and yanked his leg free from the gold dust. He staggered forward, barely able to stand, and pointed his kunai at Rasa, whose body was limp on the ground. The pain was almost blinding, but he had to make sure Rasa wouldn't get back up.
The referee rushed forward, his voice cutting through the silence.
"Winner—Shisui Uchiha!"
Shisui collapsed onto his knees, unable to stand any longer. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, his body screaming in agony. Rasa lay on the ground, unconscious, his body covered in blood and gold dust.
Both fighters were immediately rushed by medical ninjas, their bodies broken and battered. This had been a fight that pushed them both to their limits—both would need months to recover, but only one had claimed victory.
As the crowd erupted into cheers, the two genin were taken away, their fates now resting in the hands of the medical teams. This was a fight that no one would forget.
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