Jogendra's POV:
The Fire Country Annual Youth Ninja Competition had forged its final crucible, dawn's golden light spilling over the arena as the decisive match loomed. The stands thrummed with a restless sea of voices—shinobi, nobles, and clan heads packed tight, their anticipation a palpable heat. The quarter-finals (Chapter 14) had whittled the field to four: me, Nejiko Hyūga, Shino Aburame, and Yammy Akimichi. The semi-finals had been a brutal gauntlet—Nejiko's Gentle Fist had outlasted Shino's kikaichū in a tense clash of precision, while I'd shattered Yammy's brute force with Zōnotatakai's might and Haki-fueled strikes. Now, it was me against Nejiko—Uchiha versus Hyūga, a duel to claim the crown of this Sengoku spectacle.
I stood on the red side, Sharingan blazing beneath my dark hair, tunic fluttering in the morning breeze. The Uchiha section loomed with pride—My Father Madara's stoic gaze a steel foundation, My Grandfather Tajima's stern face alight with expectation, My Uncle Izuna's smirk sharp as ever. Across the field, Soifon Senju sat with Tobirama, Hashirama, and Butsuma, her emerald eyes locked on me since that chaotic kiss (Chapter 15)—a thread of warmth still tugging at me. Black Zetsu skulked in the Daimyō's shadow, his yellow eye a cold glint. Clan heads and members surrounded us—Senju, Uzumaki, Hyūga, Sarutobi, Shimura, Ino-Shika-Chō (Yamanaka, Nara, Akimichi), Inuzuka, Hatake, Kurama, Namikaze—all watching, their legacies teetering on this fight.
The host strode forward, crimson robes billowing, his voice a thunderclap. "Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the Fire Country Annual Youth Ninja Competition! On the green side, from the enigmatic Hyūga clan—Nejiko Hyūga!"
Nejiko stepped up, braid swaying, Byakugan glowing with quiet menace—her calm a mask for lethal precision, echoes of Kai's fight in Chapter 10. "And on the red side, from the indomitable Uchiha clan—Jogendra Uchiha!"
The crowd's roar crashed like a tsunami as I cracked my knuckles, smirking. The host's hand slashed down. "Begin!"
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#### The Final Match: Jogendra Uchiha vs. Nejiko Hyūga
Nejiko struck like lightning, Byakugan flaring as veins bulged around her eyes. "Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms!" Her hands blurred into a storm, targeting my chakra points with surgical ruthlessness. I vanished with *Soru*, the ground splintering under my speed, reappearing mid-air via *Geppo*. My Sharingan tracked her—every flicker, every intent. "Flame Master: Neo Flames!" Neo-green flames surged from my palms, a healing paradox forcing her back. Her strikes met the fire, eyes widening at its warmth.
She spun, voice steady. "Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven!" A chakra dome flared, deflecting my flames with a crackle. I countered with *Rankyaku*, air blades slashing forth—the dome shuddered, fissures snaking across it. Nejiko lunged, hands glowing. "Gentle Fist Art: One Blow Body!" A shockwave roared—I braced with *Tekkai*, my body iron against the blast, unmoved.
"Solid effort," I grinned, charging with Armament Haki blackening my fists. "*Shigan*!" My piercing strike lanced toward her shoulder—she twisted, deflecting with a palm, chakra sparking where we clashed. The crowd held its breath—speed met precision, fire clashed with steel in a relentless dance.
Fifteen minutes of brutal exchange unfolded—her taijutsu tested my Rokushiki, her Byakugan challenged my Sharingan. She grazed my left arm, numbing it with a chakra-point strike, but I landed a Haki-laced kick to her ribs, staggering her. Sweat glistened on her brow—her reserves waned, finite against my endurance honed in Zoshima's wilds (Chapter 6).
Time to finish it. I pulled a storage scroll from my tunic, unfurling it with a flick. Smoke billowed, and a blade gleamed—Gol D. Roger's sword, *Ace*, its black steel etched with pirate legend, a prize from the System's depths (Chapter 3). The crowd gasped, whispers erupting—*"A sword?" "What's that?"*
Nejiko's stance tightened, eyes narrowing. "A new tactic?"
"More than that," I said, gripping *Ace*. I channeled a fusion of sword styles—Gol D. Roger's fluid grace, Rocks D. Xebec's raw ferocity—my Sharingan weaving them into a lethal storm. I slashed, a crescent of Haki-laced air howling toward her. She leapt, Revolving Heaven flaring, but the force shattered her dome, hurling her back.
She countered—"Gentle Fist: Twin Lion Fists!" Chakra lions roared forth, charging with snarling fury. I spun *Ace*, Roger's elegance slicing one beast, Xebec's power cleaving the other—chakra shards rained like glass. The arena quaked, the crowd's roar shaking the stands.
I saw them—My Father Madara's eyes widening, My Grandfather Tajima's fists clenching, My Uncle Izuna's grin faltering into awe. Soifon's breath caught, Tobirama's glare sharpened, Hashirama's jaw dropped, Butsuma's snarl deepened. Black Zetsu quivered, clan heads and members frozen—Uchiha pride swelling, Senju fury simmering, Uzumaki marveling, Hyūga paling, Sarutobi whispering, Shimura scowling, Ino-Shika-Chō exchanging glances, Inuzuka howling, Hatake narrowing eyes, Kurama tilting heads, Namikaze murmuring. This was my stage.
I raised *Ace*, Haki surging, and roared, "Divine Departure!" Conqueror's Haki exploded outward, a thunderous wave splitting the air—Roger's ultimate strike, amplified by my will. The ground cracked, dust swirling as Nejiko's Byakugan flickered, her knees buckling under the pressure. She gasped, raising a trembling hand. "I yield."
Silence gripped the arena, then erupted into chaos. "Winner: Jogendra Uchiha!" the host bellowed, voice nearly drowned by the tidal wave of cheers.
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#### Emotional Reactions
**Madara's POV**: Jogendra stood victorious, *Ace* gleaming—a blade beyond my ken, a power shaking my core. Divine Departure roared through me—pride flared, but unease gnawed. He'd eclipsed my shadow, a force unbound. My Sharingan burned, awed yet cautious.
**Izuna's POV**: He whipped out a sword—*Ace*—and that *Divine Departure* hit like a damn hurricane! I nearly dropped my kunai, laughter bursting out. "That's my nephew!" I shouted, grinning—he'd outdone us all, the crazy kid.
**Tajima's POV**: My grandson wielded a legend's blade, his strike a thunderclap of Uchiha might. Pride surged—our legacy crowned—but *Ace* and that Haki stirred old fears. He was our future, a titan beyond my reach.
**Soifon's POV**: His victory struck like his flames—sharp, inevitable. That kiss (Chapter 15) lingered as *Ace* flashed, Divine Departure a storm in my bones. Respect deepened, warmth blooming—my heart raced, caught in his blaze.
**Tobirama's POV**: The Uchiha won, his sword and Haki a menace I couldn't counter. Divine Departure chilled me—logic screamed threat, instinct roared rival. Soifon's gaze on him twisted my gut—my daughter, drawn to this fire?
**Hashirama's POV**: Jogendra's triumph was a sunrise—*Ace*, that strike, a bridge of power! Tears welled—Senju and Uchiha, united in awe? My dream flared, wild and bright, despite Tobirama's ice.
**Butsuma's POV**: Tajima's spawn claimed glory with a pirate's blade, his Haki a slap to our honor. Rage burned—yet his strength echoed Hashirama's, undeniable. My fists shook, pride clashing with hate.
**Black Zetsu's POV**: Jogendra's win, *Ace*, his Divine Departure—chaos I hadn't foreseen. Haki, flames, summons—he unraveled my plans. Fear coiled, but opportunity glinted—this power could be twisted.
**Uchiha Clan**: Pride swelled—Madara's nod, Izuna's cheer, Tajima's awe, members roaring—our blood reigned supreme.
**Senju Clan**: Fury simmered—Butsuma's snarl, Tobirama's glare—yet Hashirama's hope and Soifon's softness stirred unease.
**Uzumaki Clan**: Mito Uzumaki marveled at his stamina, members whispering of sealing echoes in his might.
**Hyūga Clan**: Elders paled—Nejiko's loss stung, Hiashi's fists clenched, members murmuring of *Ace*'s mystery.
**Sarutobi Clan**: Sasuke Sarutobi whispered of fire and steel, eldest son Ryu's respect mingling with rivalry.
**Shimura Clan**: Danzō's father scowled, members noting Jogendra's cunning with grudging nods.
**Ino-Shika-Chō Clans**: Ririn Yamanaka tilted her head, Shunsui Nara smirked, Yammy Akimichi grinned—mixed awe and rivalry.
**Inuzuka Clan**: Tsume howled frustration, Kiba's respect grudging—feral pride bruised.
**Hatake Clan**: Sakumo's father narrowed his eyes—*Ace*'s edge a blade to study.
**Kurama Clan**: Kobby's father muttered of genjutsu outmatched, members awed by Haki.
**Namikaze Clan**: A young Minato's grandfather murmured of speed, members noting Jogendra's blur.
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#### The Aftermath and Rewards
I sheathed *Ace*, chest heaving, as Nejiko rose, offering a nod. I returned it—she'd fought with ferocity, a true rival. The Daimyō descended, robes shimmering, raising my arm. "Jogendra Uchiha, Champion of the Fire Country!" Cheers thundered, a wave of triumph crashing over me.
My Father Madara approached, voice low. "You've honored us." My Grandfather Tajima clapped my shoulder, eyes fierce. My Uncle Izuna laughed, "Sword guy now, huh?" Soifon crossed the field, her faint smile breaking through—our ramen truce (Chapter 15) a quiet bond.
*Ding!* The System chimed, sharp in my skull. *Host has won the Fire Country Annual Youth Ninja Competition! Rewards granted: Indian Agricultural Knowledge—crop rotation, monsoon farming, spice cultivation; Seeds of All Indian Spices—turmeric, cumin, cardamom, coriander, cloves, more; Advanced Sealing Knowledge—fūinjutsu mastery; Combined with Tony Stark's Intelligence and the Curse of Knowledge.*
My mind surged—visions of Indian's fields, spice harvests, sealing arrays flashed like blueprints, Stark's genius sharpening every edge, the Curse weighing it with endless depth. I staggered, grinning—Hyderabad's roots fused with Konoha's art in my head.
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#### Reflections and the Future
Night cloaked the arena, clans dispersing under a starlit sky. I stood alone, *Ace* at my side, Retsu's pendant warm (Chapters 2, 4). Soifon approached, tunic swaying. "Congratulations," she said, voice soft. "That sword… unexpected."
"Keeps the game fresh," I replied, smirking. Our shoulders brushed—a spark, a promise.
Black Zetsu watched from the shadows, trembling. My victory shifted the Sengoku board—Uchiha ascendant, clans humbled, a legacy forged in flame and steel. The System's gifts pulsed—India's bounty, sealing might, Stark's mind—a toolkit for what lay ahead.
My Father Madara's pride, Soifon's warmth, Zetsu's dread—I'd claimed more than a title. The era quaked, and I'd carve my name into its history.
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