Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, its franchise or a Lamborghini Maserati #sadface

Author's Note: Hello World! Short chapter today. Celebrating Thanksgiving twice and working odd hours because of it left little time to work on this or my other projects before Monday morning. Good news is my YouTube video seemed well received, all things considered.

Feedback is always welcome. Enjoy the story.

"Momo has blue!" the redhead cheered. Choukoka sits finishing off a large bowl of salad and looks at her straw. It was blue as well. The instructor interjects, "Please, take your positions."

Momo jogs into position whist punching air and chanting, "Fly like a tomato, sting like a habanero!"

The plus size student meanders to her designated spot grumbling, "Tomato and habanero? Can we get this over with? I'm still hungry."

The two bow and Momo is the first to strike with a flying fist, "Peachy Punch!" "Partial Multi-size jutsu." Choukoka readies herself making her hands grow to many times their natural size. Momo's attack is neutralized. "Fiery fists of Curry!" the redhead unleashes a volley of fast powerful punches on the giant hands. "Multi-size applause." The large hands clap several times before grasping her opponent. "This should be over fast, now that you can't move."

"Can't!?" Something inside Momo breaks, Choukoka had just said the forbidden word. Screaming, "MOMO DOESN'T 'CAN'T!'" With a roundhouse kick, Momo breaks free.

Choukoka's stomach growls, "I'm missing 3rd lunch for this? Human bullet tank." Her body inflates into a sphere and rolls toward Momo. Without missing a step, Momo backflips kicking the human boulder aloft. Using the altitude to her advantage, she attacks with large hands again like twin aerial hammers. The ground tremors with the impact.

The two continue fighting fiercely, causing much collateral damage including but not limited to: holes in the roof and walls, several uprooted trees, and said trees split in half. The Chuunin stops the fight fearing damage to the school building may be unrepairable.

Before she could walk away, one of the other classmates begs her, "Hey, ask her. Ask her." The pompom haired girl turns back to Momo alluding to her opponent's questionable gender she asks, "So what are you?" Momo stands confidently and declares, "Momo is Momo!" as if being a gender itself.