Naruto drinking makes me stronger

The students watched in silent horror as
, in a blind fury, lunged at
with a kunai.
Youyu, lazily gripping the hilt of his sheathed sword, blinked at the incoming attack.

felt his heart

It wasn't just that Obito had attacked Youyu—it was
he did it.


Like an idiot.
If
, who had inherited the
, had been
by Youyu, what chance did Obito have?
None.
Not a single person in the crowd thought Obito would survive unscathed.
Even the
, hidden around the training grounds,
, ready to intervene the moment Youyu's blade left its sheath.
"Youyu—"
Tanaka's voice barely left his lips before—


The unmistakable sound of a blade slicing through the air rang across the field.
Obito froze mid-stride.
The kunai

His breath caught in his throat as his eyes darted down.
His
had been

Every piece of fabric, from his sleeves to his pant legs, had been
, leaving only the most
area covered.
The class

Obito looked down at himself, blinking in

And then—


Obito let out an
, covering himself before bolting across the field like his life depended on it.
The sound of his terrified wailing echoed through the training grounds.
Tanaka

Kakashi, who had rushed in expecting to stop Youyu from outright
Obito,

The
, frozen for what felt like an eternity, finally burst into

"That idiot—"
"—got completely stripped!"
"I-I can't breathe!"
Even
and
, who had initially been worried, found themselves struggling
.
Meanwhile, Youyu took another
sip of sake.
"Huh. Thought I cut deeper," he muttered under his breath, before turning back to his drink.
But in that moment—








Youyu squinted at the sudden system notification.
"+100? Who did I just cut?"
His slightly drunk mind struggled to recall.
"Oh, right. That guy... what was his name? Oba-something?"
Obito's fate, in Youyu's mind, was reduced to the status of a
.
His concern for the situation?


Instead, Youyu reached for another drink. "Brain feels slow today. Gotta drink more to fix it."
Nearby, a young
—one of the Jōnin assigned to watch the test—

For all his training, all his experience,

Not once.
And

"...This guy," Shisui murmured to himself, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
If Youyu wasn't drinking all the time, if he had actually trained properly—

Before Shisui could think further, Kakashi
, resting his hand on the hilt of his
, a fire burning in his eyes.
"Youyu," he said, his voice steady, "I want a rematch."
Youyu blinked at him, his drunken grin widening.
"Oh? The little dwarf wants to get cut again?"
Kakashi
at the insult but held his ground.
He had trained harder than ever since their last fight. He refused to believe that the
between them was still the same.
For years, he had been called a
, but the first time they fought, Youyu had

Now, he was older. Stronger.
And this time, he wouldn't lose.
Tanaka, watching them both,

"Wait... WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!" he shouted, waving his hands.
Youyu tilted his head. "What?"
Kakashi narrowed his eyes. "Let's fight."
The tension

And this time,