Commission #105
For Anonymous
The Chunin Exams were the cultural milestone that any young ninja would likely feel an intense privilege to be made a part of. Although, it’s noticeably gotten a lot less tailored to causing the extreme, hyper violent death of young children since Naruto was a kid, the exams were still cursed.
It seemed as though no matter what happened or how they happened, something unintended would always go wrong. Or, at the very least, something weird would happen whenever it involved an Uzumaki. The least intense thing that probably happened was Naruto going Sage Mode and being disqualified in his fight against Konohamaru. Boy, what a humiliating day that was.
Boruto and Mitsuki found themselves receiving the short end of that stick themselves. It was such a disappointing fallout that you’d almost be certain it was something done for the sake of the universe not having to animate it. Despite the two of them being disqualified from the Chunin Exams they found each other within the stadium that night and took to fighting anyway which led to…?
Who really knows? The outcome must not have satisfied them because they were about to square off again. However, the location of the match was a bit different this time. It was scrappy and more makeshift than before. Boruto and Mitsuki met in Boruto’s room about a day or two before and had themselves and little scrap before stopping and realizing that this could be the foundation they needed to finally settle this little feud of theirs once and for all.
So the fight was put to a halt so that they could set up a ring outside at the training grounds of Konoha Village. Surrounded by grassy plains, trees, and a huge lake, the two of them stood barefoot in the center of a ring that was set up for them. It was a little clumsy looking but the important bit was the mats that were strung about on the grass and the four large posts with ropes strung around them to simulate a wrestling ring.
Their guests were an assortment of people that heard this through the grapevine. They didn’t hand out invitations or anything but the company they kept saw Denki, Himawari, Inojin, and a few kids from the academy that were familiar with Himawari’s brother as the Hokage’s son arriving to witness the match.
Boruto was wearing a pretty simple outfit. He had on a white shirt and black shorts. Simple enough. As stated before, both he and Mitsuki were barefoot. Mitsuki himself wore a light blue shirt and a pair of white shorts.
They stood in the ring getting a scattershot of jeers and hollars from the audience that amassed themselves without much input from themselves, only really paying attention to one another.
“Alright. This is what you wanted right?” Mitsuki asked with a smile.
“Yup,” Boruto smirked. “This is going to be a pure wrestling match with wrestling moves only. No jutsu or tricks. We’re just going to utilize raw strength to find out once and for all, who’s the strongest between the two of us.”
Mitsuki nodded. “I rather like that. Keeping things as plain as they can be sounds like there will be very little room for doubt about the outcome.”
“Sure it will, but the condition for winning will be sweeter than that,” Boruto stated. “We need to make this as definitive as possible so the loser has to admit that the winner is the strongest in order for it to count.”
“Oh. Embarrassing,” Mitsuki smiled. “Sounds good to me.”
Himawari rung a little bell that she had with her outside the ring. Even though Boruto and Mitsuki didn’t even intend for her to really be there they both shrugged and decided to use that as a good enough signal to start.
The two of them collided with one another, running ahead and matching wits with their hands clamped against the others as the small crowd of mostly children cheered. They grunted in pain with their teeth clenched, staring each other in the eyes… that was until Mitsuki flexed his fingers in a way that crunched Boruto’s in a bad way.
“AAH!” Boruto yelped, feeling his grip loosen. Mitsuki took advantage of this and yanked Boruto in for a nice big bearhug! “HOOOF!”
“Ah. It’s nice getting intimate like this, isn’t it?” Mitsuki grinned as he squeezed the life out of his opponent, shaking him back and forth a bit. The josseling saw Boruto’s shorts start to loosen and fall just a tad, exposing the pink waistband underneath. Himawari gasped when she saw it. Boruto and fluorescent pink were never too far behind one another.
With a heavy swish, Mitsuki hurled Boruto up and over his head, finally letting him go and watching Boruto scream and flail his arms about in mid-air before slamming hard onto the mat with a hefty bounce. He groaned and felt his body jerk as the pain radiated through him.
Mitsuki smirked and turned around, stomping his way back towards Boruto to reach down and grab him by his hair. Once he lifted him up to his feet, he curled up his fist and got ready for a nice swift punch. However, Boruto’s groaning ceased a little too quickly for Mitsuki’s liking. It was too bad because he couldn’t do anything about it fast enough. Boruto ended up punching Mitsuki in the face first!
The blue haired boy’s eyes crossed and he stumbled. Boruto took that opportunity and grabbed him by the back of the neck and flipped Mitsuki’s entire body forward in a manner that saw him tucking and slamming hard onto his back!
Mitsuki bounced and then laid out flat on his back, groaning a bit too. They both probably should have worn more tightened shorts because the intense jossel saw his lowering a bit too. Denki in particular blushed a bit, taking note of the white waistband Mitsuki showed off underneath his shorts.
“Sheesh. Wrestlers fight in tights for a reason guys…” He muttered under his breath.
Boruto wasn’t listening of course. He bent down and yanked Mitsuki up by his hair. The poor boy’s eyes were rolling and his little snake tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth.
“Aww man. You crashed really hard didn’t you. Poor baby,” Boruto teased, wrapping his arm around Mitsuki and administering a heavy chokehold.
Mitsuki’s eyes bugged out and he began to kick his feet up and down while grabbing at Boruto’s arm in a vain attempt to get him to let go. Boruto wouldn’t. Of course he wouldn’t.
“Just say I’m the strongest and this can all end,” Boruto taunted.
“No…!” Mitsuki refused.
Boruto snorted and re-worked the chokehold into a cobra clutch, specifically. “This is my favorite move.” He said, yanking Mitsuki’s head back and forth as the intense move struck him.
The cheering got louder as Mitsuki’s head began to feel an intense haziness overtake it. He was drooling a little through his clenched teeth. His face was starting to turn a little red from both the embarrassment and the circulation of the air being cut off.
The jerking and thumping he kept doing while sat on his butt amused Boruto a lot. He even yanked Mitsuki to his feet and witnessed it continue, only, Mitsuki was jerking at the air this time since there was no longer a mat below his butt to take the brunt of the muscle spasms.
Boruto then raised a palm and began to hurriedly karate chop the side of Mitsuki’s head over and over again. Each hit saw Mitsuki violently jerk and flop about within Boruto’s grasp. Eventually, his arms dangled and he let go, eyes spinning wildly before one last chop saw him lurching back so hard that Boruto had to let go in order for the momentum to carry through properly on the hit.
Mitsuki’s body did a hilarious shake before his cross-eyed self flopped down like a mountain of bricks onto his back. He kept jerking up and down as the muscle spasms continued, his shorts now lowered to his knees thanks to the constant impacts. The laughter from the kids as they pointed out his adorable looking tighty whities must have reached his ringing ears because the redness in his cheeks was indicative of his awareness still being strong enough to know when something thoroughly embarrassing had just happened.
Boruto fist pumped the air with both his arms as Mitsuki had his muscle spasms on the mat behind him.
“And THAT’S why you don’t underestimate me folks. I don’t need any ninja tricks to be strong. You know it!” He cheered for himself with a wink as his shorts remained unfixed.
He seemingly did this a little too long though. The cheering got louder and Boruto put a hand to his ear in a cocky manner… but it wasn’t for him. His sly grin disappeared when he heard a footstep from behind. He turned at the last second and put himself in the undesirable position of being in the perfect range for Mitsuki’s clothesline attack!
Mitsuki’s arm rammed into Boruto’s throat and it saw him flop down hard into the corner post! Boruto’s head bounced off of it and the blonde boy’s eyes were the ones crossing as a result of it. He swayed a little as Mitsuki went in for another one that smacked him to the side and saw him flop down hard onto his back. Down came Boruto’s shorts too. They were pink briefs, just as Himawari had surmised.
Mitsuki was panting. He was standing in his shirt and underwear now. The nature of how quick he had to be didn’t afford him the chance to pull his shorts back on. Hell, he barely made it before Boruto turned around.
Mitsuki quickly grabbed the rag dolled Boruto off the ground by his armpits and yanked him to his wobbly, dangling feet. His head lolled a bit to the side but that mattered not. Mitsuki didn’t care at the moment.
“Sorry about this but I feel as though you definitely deserve it!” Mitsuki said plainly and held onto Boruto’s body tightly from behind. Then, while squeezing, he lurched back and slammed Boruto onto his head with a powerful suplex!
Boruto’s body did a rather wicked and intense spasm when it was administered but he flopped there with his shorts completely off and flung to the other end of the ring, now with his underwear clad butt poking into the air with his legs dangling over his head.
He was seeing stars and hearing a ton of chirping birdies now. Oh the irony that comes with a good gloating session.
Mitsuki smirked and put his hands to his hips. “I’m afraid I’m not going to be leaving myself wide open like you did. Celebrations come when a winner is declared after all…” He said, still in a lot of pain and still with a hazy head.
That didn’t stop him from kicking at Boruto’s head so that his legs would flop forward and land him in a spread-eagle position on the mat.
He then reached down and grabbed his legs. The kids cheered for him to get demolished, clearly showing that they weren’t on anyone’s side so long as someone was humiliated and defeated handedly. Boruto’s body was raised upside down while Mitsuki grabbed his stomach.
He then jumped and delivered a huge powerbomb! Boruto’s head smashed onto the mat and Mitsuki’s butt landed there in a not so comfy sitting position.
Boruto’s body spasmed intensely as soon as he was hit, letting out a garbled, “Blrgakfalaglr…” before he flopped onto his stomach and twitched violently like he was making love to the mat.
Mitsuki smirked and crawled on over towards Boruto from behind and began to wrap his legs around his own. Then with a tight squeeze, he got him stuck in a pair of angry leg scissors!
“AAAAAAAH!” Boruto screamed, jolting awake with drool ebbing out the side of his mouth. He began pounding his fists into the mat, screaming and crying aloud as the pain overtook him. “MITSUKIIIII! DAMN YOU!”
“I’m not doing anything wrong. You agreed to this after all,” Mitsuki said. “If you don’t want it to hurt anymore than say I’m the strongest and pass out.” He snickered.
Boruto had it. He twisted as hard as he could against the strain he felt from Mitsuki’s leg scissors and slammed his face against the mat when he managed to succeed. Mitsuki was stunned that he’d managed to turn the leg scissors against him like that. Too stunned.
He wasn’t able to stop Boruto from crawling over to him and grabbing him by the hair to yank him back up.
Mitsuki slightly panicked a bit but it was too late. Boruto pressed both his feet against Mitsuki’s back and pushed him forward hard so that his face would smack against the corner post. He slumped against it, a rag doll with arms and legs that functioned like spaghetti now.
Boruto grunted and stomped over to Mitsuki and grabbed him by the back of the head to continuously bash his face against it over and over again.
Mitsuki’s eyes were rolling and drool was flying everywhere.
“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch Mitsuki! I’ve got more stamina than you could ever dream of!” Boruto laughed as he did this.
Mitsuki didn’t respond. He just dangled in Boruto’s grasp, looking ridiculous in his underwear in front of these cheering kids.
Boruto smirked and tossed Mitsuki to the ground before administering the Boston Crab hold onto him! He grabbed his legs and held him firmly before pulling back on them hard while Mitsuki’s chest was against the mat.
“Alright. I think this is good enough for you,” Boruto said. “Submit. Say I’m the strongest!”
Mitsuki gasped and sputtered about, feeling intense pain radiate throughout his entire body. “GAH! Gurnnngh!”
“Those sounds don’t sound anywhere close to what I told you to say,” Boruto continued. “Go on. Say it.”
“...Nnnn… nooo…!” Mitsuki refused.
Boruto kept the hold going tightly and kept demanding he give in and say the words that would lead to his defeat. Mitsuki kept refusing each time.
Eventually, Boruto dropped his legs, realizing that this hold wasn’t going to cut it. Mitsuki just laid there, face in the mat, flat as a pillow that had been tossed to the ground.
Boruto grunted as he lifted Mitsuki by his armpits and carried him over to the corner post. He then stood on top of it. He was going to jump and slam down on top of Mitsuki to officially take the rest of the air out of him.
“Time for a powerslam to end all powerslams!” Boruto cheered.
He was about to do it but Mitsuki caught a second wind at the last second. Despite being nearly out cold, he reached up and grabbed Boruto’s shirt, flinging it over his face in a way that had it half off his body.
“AGH! HEY! What the–?!” Boruto had to momentarily let Mitsuki go in order to attempt to fix it. He couldn’t do the move if he couldn’t see. However, that working relied on Mitsuki being out of it enough for him to get away with dropping his guard.
Unfortunately for Boruto, Mitsuki still had enough left in the tank to take advantage of this.
He wrapped his arms around Boruto and jumped back himself. He was the one launching them off the corner post now. Boruto flailed about, realizing he was hurtling towards the mat in a manner he hadn’t intended while Mitsuki held on to him tightly.
SLAM!
The piledriver that resulted from this saw Boruto slammed into the mat on his head, flopping out of his shirt completely, fumbling and spasming onto the mat on his back.
Boruto laid there, spread-eagle, jerking about as a bunch of involuntary muscle spasms kept assaulting his body. He looked like a dying fish.
Mitsuki was also on the mat but he managed to roll up and crawl over to Boruto in a manner that showcased how exhausted he was.
Quickly, he wrapped an arm around Boruto’s neck and squeezed tightly, administering a cobra clutch move that saw Boruto’s humping spasm increase. His eyes were spinning and his tongue was out. He was in just his underwear so barely anything was left to the imagination now. He was just on open display in front of everyone, including his little sister.
The humiliation of it all was almost enough for him to faint right then and there. However, he refused to do so and was trying to summon enough strength to grab at Mitsuki’s arm to yank it off. He couldn’t even accomplish that though. By the time Mitsuki’s arms were around Boruto’s neck he was already fighting against unconsciousness.
“Hey Boruto, it’s your favorite move I’m using now. How nice is this?” Mitsuki asked.
“Mauwahnnnahhh…” Boruto tried to speak but it came out an unhinged mess.
Boruto’s eyes fluttered as Mitsuki began to shush him.
“Too bad about that last move. If it had worked you may have gotten me. Maybe. Oh well. It’s beddy bye time, kay?” Mitsuki giggled.
Boruto simply drooled and flopped where he was. A light spasm happened next but other than that, there was nothing else as his eyes fluttered closed.
“Anything to SAY while you head off to sleep?” Mitsuki asked, tightening the grip to see if Boruto got the hint.
In a haze, Boruto gurgled out a light, “I… g-give…”
“Not what I need to hear,” Mitsuki said, tightening it more. Boruto wanted this to stop. He had to say it or else it wouldn’t…
“... Y… you’re… the… st-strong… strongest…”
Mitsuki smiled. “Good.”
He kept the hold onto him despite that, much to Boruto’s chagrin. His eyes fully closed and he passed out completely soon after though.
Then Mitsuki let the red-faced loser go so that his head flopped onto the mat.
Boruto’s impact with the mat there jolted him awake again, though, his eyes remained cracked open rather than fully open. He was too exhausted to open them fully.
Mitsuki wasn’t taking that chance though.
To simulate his win and to make sure Boruto felt the shame of his loss, he stood up and pressed his foot to Boruto’s face, cutting off the rest of his air.
Boruto grunted and gasped a bit. The nature of what was happening to him felt really bad. Mitsuki’s feet were relentless. The circulation to his brain was snapped in half in that instant. He couldn’t do anything but lay there, arms and legs spread out, in nothing but his pink briefs, jittering and jerking about, as he was put to sleep by a single foot.
Even when this happened, Mitsuki didn’t lift his foot. Not completely. Instead he made a victory pose.
With one foot now on Boruto’s chest and the other still on Boruto’s face, Mitsuki raised a fist to the air and grinned. He didn’t even care that he was in his tighty whities. His shirt seemed to cover most of it anyway. The point was that he won and the humiliated Boruto looked even more ridiculous now.
Eventually, Mitsuki was allowed by the kids to put his shorts back on before getting back on top of Boruto in that same victory pose so that they could take pictures of it. They didn’t want Mitsuki looking the least bit dorky here. The winner needed to look his coolest and the loser needed to look as dumb and as stupid as possible.
When the photo op was done, Mitsuki sighed and got off of Boruto. The blonde boy was unconscious, drooling, and the one eye of his that was slightly cracked open was completely white underneath. He was out cold.
Mitsuki reached down and pulled the limp loser up and draped him over his shoulder, his pink underwear clad butt pointing out to the crowd as he stepped out of the ring. Boruto’s body swayed as he was carried like a knapsack over Mitsuki’s shoulder.
“Sorry about this,” Mitsuki said to Himawari as he approached him. “I’m taking your brother back with me.”
Himawari giggles and nods. “Sure. I’m not going to stop you.”
“Have fun with your new toy,” Inojin added with a chuckle.
Mitsuki laughed and made his way off, delighted to be carrying home his own custom made punching bag.
It was all in a day’s work for one who could claim, without a doubt, that they were assuredly the strongest.
