Reply to Guest - It's reviews like yours that keep me going. I really appreciate you and what you do. For other stories that I write I always think, oh this is going to be really good, lots of people will like this and/or review it. And then there's like a single review after 24 hours. Just know that when I write, I am thinking about you - whenever I'm running low on ideas for what to publish, I think about your comments and push through my writer's block. You rock haha. Thanks for all the support!

Reply to username Disappointed - I have to say, you took what I wrote way too seriously. I'm a little disappointed that out of a 3k word story, you only commented on a single paragraph of around 100 words. Im also disappointed that you are such a pretentious prick. Anime is a very small part of my life. The fact that you made a guest account just to defend a "hand-drawn character" proves that you care a little too much about anime son. Just saying.

A row of glowing, purple balls of fire sparked into being in front of them. Sasuke smiled. I will enjoy injuring this man who had the gall to make fun of me!

Then Shikimaru knocked himself out with the flat part of his kunai.

Anko leaped in front of Shikimaru's sprawled body and proclaimed, "The match is over! Shikimaru is unable to move so he can no longer continue. The battle has been won by Uchiha Sasuke!"

Sasuke shook with barely concealed anger, then stalked off the field. Susano'o flickered for a moment, pushing its energy back in, and winked out of existence immediately after.

Anko fished in the bowl before finally coming up for air.

She spoke. "Hyuga Neji...and Ichigo Kurosaki."

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Neji adjusted the bandages on his arm, wrapping them tighter.

Ichigo did likewise by straightening the Hidden Leaf village headband encircling his skull.

Neji smirked.

"What?" Ichigo said, pissed.

"It's just that you look so...unrefined. What's with your clothes you ape?"

Ichigo stood tall in a traditional white collared t-shirt and blue jeans. No words came at first. Then he cracked his knuckles and replied, "You are wearing a fucking white turtleneck. You saying that's going to save your ass in this fight? Fists are never fancy...rich boy."

"Begin!" Anko yelled.

Ichigo barreled forward. Neji casually flicked a punch in Ichigo's direction, confident it would hit its target. Ichigo slid underneath it like a pro baseball player, coming up behind Neji, then struck his adversary in the back of head. Neji stumbled forward before suffering a right hook from Ichigo again, which sent him crashing into the topsoil of the ground. He slid a few feet before coming to a stop. Ichigo jumped, executing a headlock when he landed next to the member of the Hyuga clan.

Neji could not contain his rage. I, one of the most powerful of my clan, one who was named a genius at the tender age of two years old - I am losing?! No, no calm down. I must first prevent him from using chakra.

Neji went for the chakra opening directly in front of his eyes, which just so happened to be near Ichigo's crotch.

Ichigo looked down at where Neji's hand was and then immediately scrambled away, yelling, "What the heck man? This is a fight not a lover's spat!"

Neji took this the wrong way. "You attempt to insinuate that I am gay? I am straight you fool! I shall make you regret this slander, for it is over. You are within the field of my Hakkeshou Kaiten."

Neji leaned forward with legs spread apart. His arms stretched, one pointing downwards and the other pointing to the sky. He closed his eyes and waited for his chakra to gather, which then accumulated like water in a boiling kettle, resulting in smoke billowing from where Neji was standing.

He opened his eyes and the veins surrounding them popped out. Byakugan!

Ichigo lost sight of Neji, and attempted to peer through the vast dust cloud, yet saw nothing.

Before it started all he heard was the words: "Gentle Fist Style - 64 Hands of Hakke."

That was when Neji sprung out of the clouds and dove towards Ichigo. Ichigo could not react at the speed, even when Neji skidded to a halt and yelled, "Hakke! Two Hands!"

Neji jabbed Ichigo twice.

He stumbled.

"Hakke! Four Hands!"

Ichigo felt all four of Neji's attacks reverberate through his skull.

"Eight Hands!"

Ichigo was pushed back again by the barrage of blows.

"Sixteen Hands!"

Neji's hands curled then struck, curled then struck.

"Thirty-two Hands!"

Ichigo spat blood. His lungs could feel the damage.

Neji paused, then rushed at Ichigo while howling, "Hakke! Sixty-four Hands!" Ichigo flew back and smashed into the wall behind him.

The Hyuga clan member beamed, his creamy white pupils gleaming with glee. My victory is assured, there is no way he can even use his chakra anymore. And if he attempts to fight with kunai, my absolutely impenetrable defense shall stop that tactic easily. This is only natural. I am a genius after all.

Clouds of dust, disturbed by Ichigo's landing, had finally dissipated. The orange-haired teenager was gone. Neji blinked. When he opened his eyes, he could see Ichigo behind him through the Baykugan, lunging towards him. Neji gasped despite his prideful nature, spinning around but knowing, I won't be able to defend in time, he's too fast!

Suddenly Ichigo disappeared in a flash. Neji could have sworn he saw some kind of doll before it flew out of his sight.

Around thirty yards away Anko finally dropped the previously squirming Ichigo Kurosaki. Ichigo yelped at the abrupt fall, shouting, "What the hell, I was about to murder him! This match doesn't count anymore you- "

"Kurosaki," Anko lectured, "I thought you were told that only weapons such as kunai and shruiken were allowed. Not Zanpakuto. Or have you forgotten the talk you were given?" To everyone else, she announced, "Ichigo Kurosaki has been disqualified from further participation in the Chunin Exams."

Sorry for the short chapter this week. I'm saving my creative energy for the Naruto vs. Sasuke fight coming up and Ichigo's TRUE debut happening soon ;) I'm coming back with the more intelligent fights next week so stay tuned.