Chapter 95: Another Sparring Match

Neither of them spoke, yet it felt as though much had been said.

In the end, it was Yuuhi Kurenai who broke the silence first.

"Let's go to the empty hallway inside."

Shimizu glanced around. The shop was nearly empty, with only two or three tables occupied.

Click...

The clock on the wall struck ten, emitting a crisp sound.

"Right here is fine. Or are you scared?"

Shimizu felt that even with just one Sharingan, he could easily overpower Kurenai's genjutsu.

The power of the Sharingan was simply that unfair.

"Hmph."

Kurenai sat down next to Sarutobi Asuma, which placed her directly across from Shimizu.

In a battle of genjutsu, as long as neither made a sound or moved, no one else would know what was happening.

"If you're challenging me, you should at least change your clothes," Shimizu said casually.

Kurenai's ninja attire gave her a sharp, commanding air.

While it suited her, Shimizu preferred seeing her in a more flustered state.

Kurenai twitched her eyebrows, her cherry-red lips parting slightly as she spoke.

"Hmph, of course I know."

Kurenai turned and headed to the restroom. When she returned, her long pants had been replaced by a short skirt.

Seeing Shimizu's surprised expression, she couldn't help but purse her lips, feeling an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

However, she quickly remembered how Shimizu had insulted the Yuuhi clan's genjutsu and her father. This matter couldn't be left unresolved.

Kurenai's expression gradually tightened as she stared seriously at Shimizu.

Shimizu, on the other hand, was intrigued by Kurenai's new outfit.

He had only made an offhand remark, but Kurenai had taken it to heart and changed her clothes without prompting.

Her pale calves were now exposed beneath the short skirt, and she had removed her ninja vest.

Underneath, she wore a form-fitting black chainmail that accentuated her curves.

When Kurenai sat down, Shimizu's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of black shorts beneath the skirt as it shifted slightly.

The shorts were about the same length as the skirt, reaching just above the knees, covering her thighs and concealing what was most sacred to a girl.

It seemed Kurenai had taken precautions to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions, but Shimizu could still see how the tight black shorts clung to her smooth thighs, creating a slight indentation.

Feeling Shimizu's gaze growing bolder, Kurenai's serious expression began to falter.

She quickly said, "Let's start the match now."

As soon as Shimizu nodded, Kurenai formed hand seals and unleashed her genjutsu.

"Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique!"

Shimizu was instantly pulled into the genjutsu world. The sky turned gray, as if the entire world had been reduced to black and white.

"Let's see how you escape this."

Kurenai couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched Shimizu bound to a cross, chains wrapping around his entire body.

Her repeated failures had taught her a valuable lesson: quality over quantity in genjutsu.

She had chosen one technique to master, the B-rank Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique.

This jutsu, inspired by the Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique, pulled the target into a genjutsu world where countless chains would bind them.

The name of the technique was fitting: "Shackling" for the hands, "Stakes" for the feet, "Chains" for the neck, and "Bonds" for the body.

When the entire body was wrapped in chains, it was called the Shackling Stakes Technique.

"Kurenai, you haven't improved at all. You get a little advantage and start gloating."

Shimizu's expression remained calm. Even as the chains tightened around him, he made no move to resist.

Kurenai felt a sudden unease, especially with Shimizu's confident demeanor, which made her fear he had some trick up his sleeve.

She quickly cast the Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique again, and Shimizu's entire body was completely wrapped in chains, leaving no gaps.

"Whew..."

This genjutsu consumed a significant amount of chakra, as it was essentially a mimicry of a kekkei genkai technique. The high chakra cost was to be expected.

Kurenai wiped the sweat from her brow. Her chakra reserves were nearly depleted, and she was still in the process of replenishing them.

She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Shimizu's eyes suddenly changed.

A wave of ocular power spread throughout the genjutsu world.

"Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique."

The sky of the genjutsu world shifted from gray to a deep crimson, as if it had been painted with blood.

The chains binding Shimizu turned to ash, and he stepped down from the cross.

Kurenai's expression changed, and she quickly formed hand seals.

But before she could complete them, several iron stakes descended from the sky, pinning her skirt and the gaps in her chainmail.

"Pervert!"

Kurenai tried to stand, but the stakes threatened to tear her clothes apart.

"A copied technique can never compare to the original."

Shimizu's three-tomoe Sharingan slowly rotated, as if mocking Kurenai's naivety.

The Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique was a unique secret jutsu of the Sharingan. Both Itachi and Sasuke had used this technique to defeat Orochimaru, a testament to its power.

"You've lost. You know what comes next, right?"

Shimizu's Sharingan shifted slightly, making his intentions clear.

"Hmph, I'll reclaim the honor of the Yuuhi clan one day."

Kurenai thought about the consequences of losing, her mind reeling at the fact that Shimizu knew such a technique.

Even among Sharingan users, few were capable of using this jutsu.

For some reason, the thought of losing sent a strange thrill through her.

Her red pupils contracted. When had she become so... strange?

Kurenai looked up, about to ask if Shimizu had cast some inappropriate genjutsu on her, when she saw him walking straight toward her.

He leaned down, and Kurenai's thick eyelashes fluttered in shock. She tried to turn her head and push him away.

But Shimizu was an old hand at this. Having kissed Yūhi Kurenai and Nohara Rin countless times, dealing with a novice like Kurenai was child's play.

When the time was right, Shimizu's pants slid down.

His most intimate summon, the Unicorn Beast, made its appearance.

"You... you..."

Kurenai pointed at Shimizu, unable to form coherent words.

She never could have imagined Shimizu would be so bold.

She was at a complete loss, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

She wanted to get up, but the stakes held her in place.

These stakes were nailed to her clothes.

If she tried to stand...

She didn't know if Shimizu would lose control and pounce on her.

Shimizu moved closer.

"Mmm..."

...

In the end, Kurenai yielded to Shimizu's threats, telling herself it was just a genjutsu.

After what felt like an eternity, Kurenai's vision went black as she was released from the illusion.

Thud!

She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through the back of her head.

Kurenai looked around, shocked to find herself under the table.

The space beneath the table was enclosed by the four table legs, with the sofa on either side and wooden panels forming a partition.

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