Asuma's Hesitation
Shisui Uchiha moved like a passing breeze, silent and swift through the treetops. His red Sharingan eyes glowed like flickering flames in the night, reflecting the pale light of the rising moon.
In his right hand, he held the Ten Character Scroll—the very thing everyone was after.
Not far away, perched on a branch, Asuma Sarutobi clenched his fists, his eyes filled with hesitation.
Should he stop Shisui?
He knew Shisui was a prodigy. Just six years old, yet already spoken of as a future legend of the Uchiha clan.
Should he fight?
His body wanted to move, but his legs refused.
And then—
Shisui's silhouette disappeared into the distance, leaving only a faint breeze rustling the leaves. Asuma remained there, frozen in the trees, fists clenched, burning with frustration.
"What the hell am I hesitating for?!"
"If I keep doing this… how can I ever step out of his shadow?!"
He punched himself hard in the chest, trying to shake off the weight pressing down on his heart.
"Why am I always being compared to my father?! Why does everyone see me as 'the Third's son' and not just me?! When… when will I be Asuma Sarutobi, not 'the Hokage's kid'?!"
The Scroll's Trail – Clash with Raido
He took a deep breath, pushing aside the anger clouding his mind.
His sharp eyes scanned the ground, searching for signs.
Then—
A faint cut on the bark of a tree ahead.
Someone had been here.
Asuma moved closer, eyes narrowed, until—
A large rock had been shifted out of place.
"Underneath…?"
He knelt and lifted the rock with both hands. Beneath the soil—
The Ten Character Scroll lay hidden.
He grabbed it, breath quickening.
But just as his fingers touched the scroll—
SWOOSH!
A blade sliced through the air from behind, aiming straight for his neck!
"An ambush!"
CLANG!
He blocked just in time with a kunai.
Raido Namiashi!
One of the future personal guards of the Fourth Hokage—master of blade techniques and known for coating his weapons with poison that could paralyze with just a graze.
The two leapt back, facing off.
Raido licked his lips, his gaze lazy but deadly.
"That scroll… belongs to me."
Asuma inhaled sharply, tightening his grip on the scroll.
"If you want it… come and take it!"
Blade Techniques – Wind Style That Cuts Steel
Raido didn't answer. He moved like a predator, his poisoned blade flashing in the dark.
SWISH!
Asuma dodged, but a thin cut appeared on his sleeve.
He grit his teeth and jumped back.
"Too fast!"
Without hesitation, he pulled out two chakra trench knives, infusing them with Wind Style chakra until the blades gleamed sharp enough to cut through steel.
CLANG!
They clashed—blade against dagger—sparks flying.
Raido kicked, Asuma blocked, but—
SLASH!
Raido twisted mid-strike, slashing across Asuma's arm!
Asuma winced and backed away.
Blood trickled down—but worse than that—
His arm was going numb.
"Poison…!"
Raido smirked, raising his blade, its edge glowing faintly green.
"Even a light cut is enough to paralyze you."
Asuma took a deep breath, coating his trench knives with Wind chakra—and then—
He charged straight at Raido!
SLASH!
BOOM!
Everything happened in seconds.
A flash of light lit up the night—
Raido's sword snapped in two!
Raido froze.
"What?! His daggers… cut through my blade?!"
And before he could react—
WHAM!
Asuma landed a punch square to Raido's chest, sending him flying!
Raido crashed to the ground, gasping, still in shock.
"I… lost?!"
Asuma stood there, tense, knowing that if this were a real battlefield… he could've killed his opponent in one strike. But he held back. This wasn't war.
Still, he'd been hit by Raido's poison. The dose wasn't lethal—but enough to paralyze him within minutes.
Raido seemed to understand what Asuma was thinking.
"Don't worry, Asuma. I coat my blades with poison, yeah… but I'm not some scumbag."
"I know if this were the real thing… I'd be a corpse right now. You win. I've got no business here anymore."
With that, he vanished into the trees.
Asuma stood still, panting, sweat on his brow.
He still gripped the scroll tightly—but his eyes were distant, deep in thought.
Asuma's Inner Struggle – Breaking Free from His Father's Shadow
After the battle, Asuma slumped against a boulder, his breathing still ragged. The poison took effect not long after Raido left—Asuma blacked out for about an hour.
Beside him, a small stream babbled softly, carrying fallen yellow leaves downstream.
He looked down at his own hands.
"Am I really stronger now…?"
"Or was that just a lucky win?"
His mind drifted to the image of his father—the Third Hokage.
The praise people gave his father…
The expectations…
The whispers behind his back…
"Of course he's strong—he's the Hokage's kid!"
"He'll never live up to his father."
He clenched his fists, his hands trembling.
"I've got to break free from this shadow…"
"I want to be strong…"
Then—
He remembered a rumor.
Kakashi, Obito, Gai… secretly trained every night by Master Satoru.
He bit his lip, eyes lighting up with determination.
"Should I… ask to join them?"
He stood abruptly, eyes fixed on the horizon.
His mind was made up.
End of Chapter.
Sure! Here's Chapter 93 translated into English with a Naruto anime-style tone, clean and smooth for easy copying:
Chapter 93: Asuma's Battle – Stepping Out of the Hokage's Shadow
Asuma's Hesitation
Shisui Uchiha moved like a passing breeze, silent and swift through the treetops. His red Sharingan eyes glowed like flickering flames in the night, reflecting the pale light of the rising moon.
In his right hand, he held the Ten Character Scroll—the very thing everyone was after.
Not far away, perched on a branch, Asuma Sarutobi clenched his fists, his eyes filled with hesitation.
Should he stop Shisui?
He knew Shisui was a prodigy. Just six years old, yet already spoken of as a future legend of the Uchiha clan.
Should he fight?
His body wanted to move, but his legs refused.
And then—
Shisui's silhouette disappeared into the distance, leaving only a faint breeze rustling the leaves. Asuma remained there, frozen in the trees, fists clenched, burning with frustration.
"What the hell am I hesitating for?!"
"If I keep doing this… how can I ever step out of his shadow?!"
He punched himself hard in the chest, trying to shake off the weight pressing down on his heart.
"Why am I always being compared to my father?! Why does everyone see me as 'the Third's son' and not just me?! When… when will I be Asuma Sarutobi, not 'the Hokage's kid'?!"
The Scroll's Trail – Clash with Raido
He took a deep breath, pushing aside the anger clouding his mind.
His sharp eyes scanned the ground, searching for signs.
Then—
A faint cut on the bark of a tree ahead.
Someone had been here.
Asuma moved closer, eyes narrowed, until—
A large rock had been shifted out of place.
"Underneath…?"
He knelt and lifted the rock with both hands. Beneath the soil—
The Ten Character Scroll lay hidden.
He grabbed it, breath quickening.
But just as his fingers touched the scroll—
SWOOSH!
A blade sliced through the air from behind, aiming straight for his neck!
"An ambush!"
CLANG!
He blocked just in time with a kunai.
Raido Namiashi!
One of the future personal guards of the Fourth Hokage—master of blade techniques and known for coating his weapons with poison that could paralyze with just a graze.
The two leapt back, facing off.
Raido licked his lips, his gaze lazy but deadly.
"That scroll… belongs to me."
Asuma inhaled sharply, tightening his grip on the scroll.
"If you want it… come and take it!"
Blade Techniques – Wind Style That Cuts Steel
Raido didn't answer. He moved like a predator, his poisoned blade flashing in the dark.
SWISH!
Asuma dodged, but a thin cut appeared on his sleeve.
He grit his teeth and jumped back.
"Too fast!"
Without hesitation, he pulled out two chakra trench knives, infusing them with Wind Style chakra until the blades gleamed sharp enough to cut through steel.
CLANG!
They clashed—blade against dagger—sparks flying.
Raido kicked, Asuma blocked, but—
SLASH!
Raido twisted mid-strike, slashing across Asuma's arm!
Asuma winced and backed away.
Blood trickled down—but worse than that—
His arm was going numb.
"Poison…!"
Raido smirked, raising his blade, its edge glowing faintly green.
"Even a light cut is enough to paralyze you."
Asuma took a deep breath, coating his trench knives with Wind chakra—and then—
He charged straight at Raido!
SLASH!
BOOM!
Everything happened in seconds.
A flash of light lit up the night—
Raido's sword snapped in two!
Raido froze.
"What?! His daggers… cut through my blade?!"
And before he could react—
WHAM!
Asuma landed a punch square to Raido's chest, sending him flying!
Raido crashed to the ground, gasping, still in shock.
"I… lost?!"
Asuma stood there, tense, knowing that if this were a real battlefield… he could've killed his opponent in one strike. But he held back. This wasn't war.
Still, he'd been hit by Raido's poison. The dose wasn't lethal—but enough to paralyze him within minutes.
Raido seemed to understand what Asuma was thinking.
"Don't worry, Asuma. I coat my blades with poison, yeah… but I'm not some scumbag."
"I know if this were the real thing… I'd be a corpse right now. You win. I've got no business here anymore."
With that, he vanished into the trees.
Asuma stood still, panting, sweat on his brow.
He still gripped the scroll tightly—but his eyes were distant, deep in thought.
Asuma's Inner Struggle – Breaking Free from His Father's Shadow
After the battle, Asuma slumped against a boulder, his breathing still ragged. The poison took effect not long after Raido left—Asuma blacked out for about an hour.
Beside him, a small stream babbled softly, carrying fallen yellow leaves downstream.
He looked down at his own hands.
"Am I really stronger now…?"
"Or was that just a lucky win?"
His mind drifted to the image of his father—the Third Hokage.
The praise people gave his father…
The expectations…
The whispers behind his back…
"Of course he's strong—he's the Hokage's kid!"
"He'll never live up to his father."
He clenched his fists, his hands trembling.
"I've got to break free from this shadow…"
"I want to be strong…"
Then—
He remembered a rumor.
Kakashi, Obito, Gai… secretly trained every night by Master Satoru.
He bit his lip, eyes lighting up with determination.
"Should I… ask to join them?"
He stood abruptly, eyes fixed on the horizon.
His mind was made up.
End of Chapter.