Naruto Vs Meenma

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Mito had a worried expression on her face as she looked back and forth between Naruto and Menma. She had been training with Menma, alongside their parents and godparents, but she was also deeply concerned for her brother, Naruto. Every time she looked at him, there was always a strange feeling of inferiority in her stomach. She knew Menma felt the same way too, even if he didn't say it aloud.

She turned to Menma. "Be careful," she said softly.

Menma nodded slightly and gave a half-hearted smile. "Alright. I'm going to win this. Just watch me, Mito."

Mito nodded back. "I believe in you, Menma."

Naruto, on the other hand, stood calmly, staring at his brother with a bold and unwavering expression. Sure, his brother was strong—stronger than the other kids in the exams. He had already defeated an Uchiha and even fought evenly with Mito. But compared to Naruto, it wasn't much. Still, Naruto decided to take it easy and not end the match too quickly.

He noticed the expressions on the faces of his parents and godparents—especially that Jiraiya guy. They were all smirking or watching with concern, clearly assuming that Menma was going to win. Even Tsunade and his own parents seemed to think that Naruto was going to lose.

Naruto raised an eyebrow at that. Why do these people think I'm going to lose? Weren't his siblings the ones who had to be trained by four legendary shinobi just to get this far? He had no such help, yet he was already far stronger than them. It didn't make sense to him.

He shook his head slightly, deciding not to end the match too quickly. Then, looking toward his brother, he spoke.

"Alright then. Do your best."

Menma's eye twitched. That calm confidence annoyed him. Naruto was talking as if Menma needed all the help in the world just to survive this fight.

Menma clenched his fists tightly, narrowing his eyes.

"Shut up! You don't know anything! Why are you acting so high and mighty?! You're nothing compared to me!"

Naruto raised his brow again, this time with mild confusion. What is he even talking about? In Naruto's mind, Menma was just a weakling who had always relied on others to get stronger.

With a calm but slightly bored expression, Naruto looked at him. "What are you talking about now?"

Menma's anger boiled over. "Shut up! I was trained by both our father and mother—by our godparents too! Legendary Sannin! You've been trained by no one, so why are you acting like you're better than me?! You're nothing but a weakling!"

Naruto narrowed his eyes as his chakra flared slightly. "You're calling me weak? Aren't you the one who, along with your sister, is so weak and pathetic that you needed four legendary shinobi just to become decent? You needed their help just to try to achieve something in your life. And yet, here I am—trained by no one—standing in the final match of this tournament. While you two? You were Strugling Against Uchiha kid even after all that elite training."

A dead silence fell across the arena. Menma's mouth hung open. Mito's eyes widened. Both of them looked toward their parents, their expressions filled with hurt and betrayal.

Minato and Kushina were stunned. What…? they thought in unison. Naruto's words cut deep because there was some truth in them—truth they hadn't wanted to admit. But they hadn't Naruto and Trained Menma and Mito because they hated Naruto why they Would even hate Him. It wasn't about favoritism—or was it?

Naruto, now composed again, looked calmly at Menma.

"I don't have time for your insecurities. So either start this fight or walk away. Let's end this quickly."

He rolled his shoulders and took a step forward, cracking his knuckles.

Naruto simply looked at Menma with a calm expression. "I don't have time for this. Either we start this battle and end it quickly, or just walk away."

After a moment of silence, he added, "Come at me. Show me the strength you supposedly gained from being trained by four legendary shinobi. Because, to be honest, your performance against the Uchiha didn't impress me in the slightest. So come, brother. I want to see what you've actually achieved with all that help."

That was the final straw for Menma.

"I'm going to Kill you!" he shouted in rage as he charged forward. His eyes began to narrow into slits—something most didn't notice—but he didn't care. Fueled by anger, he lunged at Naruto with a full-force punch.

Naruto, completely unfazed, simply raised a single finger—and stopped the punch dead in its tracks.

Menma unleashed a furious barrage: punches, kicks, spinning strikes. Yet to everyone's shock, Naruto blocked every single move with just that one finger. The entire stadium fell silent in awe. It was a one-sided battle—utter domination.

Minato stood up, clearly alarmed, especially after sensing a small leak of Kyūbi's chakra from Menma. He was about to intervene, but the scene in front of him froze him in place. His son Naruto wasn't just defending—he was toying with Menma.

Naruto narrowed his eyes, still calm. "Even with this sudden power-up—probably that energy I've sensed inside you all along—it's not going to help. You've improved, I'll admit that. But if you really want to fight me, you're going to need a lot more than this."

Despite the anger building in Menma, Naruto had already gauged his level. Sure, Menma was impressive compared to others—but not to Naruto. It was almost... sad, having a brother who was still so far behind.

With almost casual precision, Naruto avoided every strike, each finger tap aimed at Menma's forehead. Then, with a single flick of his finger, he sent Menma flying out of the ring. The boy crashed into the arena wall with such force that his body left a crater. He coughed up blood before slumping unconscious.

A stunned silence followed.

Many of the council members were left speechless. They had sensed the Nine-Tails' chakra in Menma earlier and had begun to worry—yet Naruto had ended the fight with just one flick. No jutsu. No struggle. Just raw power and control.

Naruto exhaled slowly and shook his head. Looks like he's going to need even more than the Sannin if he hopes to catch up to me.

He turned and began walking away, hands in his pockets.

Iruka, still in shock, blinked. "U-Uh... Winner—Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze!"

The crowd erupted in mixed reactions—cheers, gasps, awe. Naruto, for the first time, had gained a fan club of his own.

Sasuke looked at Naruto with wide eyes, sizing him up from head to toe. Is he really stronger than Itachi...? The idea lit a spark in Sasuke. He could be the rival I've been searching for.

Meanwhile, on the Uchiha side, Itachi watched with barely hidden surprise in his eyes. I didn't expect the son of the Fourth Hokage to be this powerful... He had assumed Menma was the strongest, especially after Menma had easily defeated Sasuke. Mito, too, had shown exceptional skill.

But Naruto?

He had just redefined what power meant—for everyone.