Uchiha: Starting as the Jinchuriki of Tobirama Chapter 11 - 9: Rin Nohara: Don’t You Dare Insult Him, Obito

What a peculiar fighting position is this...

Everyone stared in a daze at Nohara Rin and Aomi, watching silently yet intensely.

From the onlookers’ perspective, Nohara Rin seed like a wife reunited with her husband after a long separation, running excitedly towards him like a little girl, diving straight into Aomi’s embrace...

Unno Ikkaku blinked, feeling as if he had fallen into a Genjutsu.

Hatake Kakashi, holding a short sword, also froze for a mont, then furrowed his brows and muttered to himself, "Could it be a Single-Seal Genjutsu? How is that possible..."

He recalled the seal Aomi made just before spreading his arms.

"No, could it be the Sharingan..."

Kakashi imdiately dismissed this absurd idea next, but he couldn’t find anything unusual in Aomi’s eyes besides their handsoness.

The bystanders were shocked, Kakashi was pondering, Shisui was smiling, and Aomi was holding Nohara Rin...

Yet there was a peculiar presence in the small training ground – soone was thoroughly enraged!

"You, you, you!!"

"Uchiha Aomi, you damn loser, let go of Rin imdiately!!!"

Obito watched helplessly as the girl he was too shy to even approach just buried herself in Aomi’s arms.

At first, his mind was in a whirl, worried that Nohara Rin had made a mistake, but the scene before him stirred an intense anger in him, nearly setting him on fire.

Obito’s eyes flashed fiercely as he reached for his Ninja Tool Bag...

"Don’t move." Kakashi, with a short sword in hand, instantly appeared in front of Obito, his expression indifferent as he coldly said, "The match isn’t over yet. If you disrupt the order, as the examiner, I will handle it."

"Kakashi, you bastard, she’s already holding Rin, how can I, how can I stay calm!!" Obito panted heavily, yet the cold short sword against his neck reminded him Kakashi wasn’t joking.

"Shut up." Kakashi’s gaze was calm, "If you can’t maintain basic discipline, then leave the examination field."

The fierceness in Obito’s eyes grew more intense.

anwhile, Nohara Rin, held by Aomi, also realized her awkward situation. Feeling Aomi’s firm body, the talented female ninja was a bit flustered.

However, Nohara Rin still calmly moved her hand toward her Ninja Tool Bag slowly, put on an innocent expression, and locked eyes with Aomi, "I, I..."

Aomi smiled, using his index finger to lift Nohara Rin’s chin while Water Release Chakra buzzed on his curled middle finger, moistening the area around her throat.

"Rin, you’re quite an impressive ninja, even thinking of a way to win in this situation..."

Aomi said with a smile, pressing her small hand onto the Ninja Tool Bag with his other hand.

"Wasn’t it an enjoyable match?"

As Aomi locked eyes with Nohara Rin, his beautiful black eyes seed to hold a blood-like charm as a Tomoe, veiled by Jutsu, slowly spun, rging pupil power and charisma, tugging at the girl’s heart.

Nohara Rin visibly blushed, feeling the warmth of Aomi’s hand, the ticklish sensation when her chin was lifted, and the tension of the water blade at her throat...

Gentle, mysterious, strong, and beautiful... These were the impressions of Aomi floating in Nohara Rin’s mind at the mont.

With all these strange feelings mixed together, Nohara Rin felt her heartbeat accelerating, monts later, her face flushed as she whispered like a mosquito:

"Thank you, Aomi-kun, I concede."

"Thank you for what. As I said, it was an enjoyable match..."

Aomi slowly released Nohara Rin, suddenly feeling apologetic, and smiled at her with a finger glowing warm green light, gently brushing across her throat.

Nohara Rin was stunned, didn’t she just concede? Why is this still...

Yet, inexplicably, Nohara Rin didn’t pull back but let Aomi proceed, looking at him with confused, pretty eyes, seemingly unable to understand why...

"Sorry, Rin, I can’t control the water blade well yet, it scratched your skin."

"I’m very interested in dical Ninjutsu, let treat your wound, after all, I caused it."

"Hey, Aomi-kun, you’re interested in dical Ninjutsu too?" Nohara Rin’s eyes lit up, gently frowning as she sensed the dical Ninjutsu at Aomi’s fingertips, softly exclaiming,

"Impressive, you’re impressive, Aomi-kun!"

Aomi smiled helplessly, "I’m four years older than you, Rin, it’s just that I’ve practiced more tis."

"I believe you’ll beco a much greater dical Ninja in the future. If you’re interested, you’re welco to visit my ho. I have so insights into Chakra Control, thanks to my grandfather’s books, that might be of help."

"Wow, really, Aomi-kun, thank you so much!" Nohara Rin said excitedly; as a child from a civilian family, such invaluable knowledge was what she lacked most.

"Ahem... Aomi, are you ready to face your next opponent?"

Unno Ikkaku coughed with pretended seriousness. Although he enjoyed watching the youthful scene, the competition still had to continue.

The battle scene between Aomi and Nohara Rin had even made this middle-aged man smile fondly, reminiscing about his youth.

The other classmates, most of the boys had a complex admiration in their eyes, while the girls had a tinge of envy.

What luck is this?

Nohara Rin seed to have lost, but she won back a book on Chakra Control, and perhaps, more...

For instance, a love story about a modest genius from an illustrious clan?

Kakashi glanced at Aomi with a complex expression, then slowly withdrew the short sword he had at Obito’s neck, warning, "Don’t let it happen again. As a ninja, discipline is always of utmost importance."

Obito panted heavily, seemingly not paying attention to Kakashi’s words at all.

And at this ti.

Nohara Rin returned, face noticeably flushed, staring intently at Aomi, even forgot to greet Kakashi and Obito beside her.

"Rin, are you okay? That jerk, seriously!" Obito suppressed the emotions about to burst in his mind, forcing an awkward smile, attempting to comfort Nohara Rin.

"Don’t speak carelessly, Obito. Aomi-kun is a gentle yet powerful individual..." Nohara Rin glared at Obito with slight dissatisfaction, speaking severely.

Obito’s breath quickened, a thick blood hue surfaced in his eyes, the black Tomoe vigorously spinning within them.

And at that mont.

A cold prompt chid in Aomi’s mind.

[Uchiha Obito has developed intense jealousy and anger towards the host, bound as a confrontation target!]