Naruto: Satoru Uchiha

It wasn't that Satoru couldn't throw a shuriken; he just hadn't practiced. The timing of his shuriken lessons had always clashed with the special discount rush at the South Street dim sum shop. Naturally, food won over training every time.

*But now,* Satoru thought confidently, *how hard could it be? With my physical abilities and memory, this should be easy.* 

He turned to Sasuke with a grin and lifted him up with one hand. "Hey, little Sasuke! Want your second brother to teach you some shuriken techniques?"

"Let me go!" Sasuke squirmed, pushing against Wu's arm.

Satoru set him down, unfazed. Sasuke straightened his shirt and glared up at him. "What are you planning, second brother? You even know shuriken?"

Sasuke recalled that Wu's training periods always seemed to fall during shuriken lessons, raising doubts. Yet, deep down, he trusted his second brother's abilities.

"Don't you trust me?" Satoru said, feigning offense. "Today, I'm going to show you the world's most invincible shuriken technique!"

Sasuke held his breath, watching closely as Wu prepared to throw. The confident expression on Wu's face was infectious, and Sasuke felt a small surge of excitement.

With a dramatic flourish, Wu hurled the shuriken.

Silence. The two watched as the shuriken sailed through the air—and promptly missed its target, landing haphazardly on the ground. 

One after another, nine out of ten shuriken missed the mark, embedding themselves in random places.

Sasuke's eyes widened in disbelief. "Second brother, *this* is the world's most invincible shuriken technique? Are you serious?"

Satoru's smile faltered for a second. "Haha, just a mistake! Just a little mistake," he said stiffly, turning around only to feel a sting on his head. Blood trickled down his temple as the truth hit him.

"Second brother, your head…" Sasuke's voice was soft, eyes round with concern.

"What's wrong with my head?" Satoru tried to smile, the blood making the expression look more forced than reassuring.

"Don't move, there's still a shuriken on your head!" Sasuke reached out, panic creeping into his tone. He didn't want his second brother to get seriously hurt because of such a mistake.

"Haha…" Satoru laughed awkwardly. "Sasuke, this is… performance art!" he said, desperately trying to maintain his composure. 

He knew very well that he'd botched the throw, and his mind screamed at him to keep his image intact. While he didn't have the invincibility of Gojo Satoru's Infinite Void, his body's endurance and healing capabilities were formidable. He just needed to tough it out.

"Second brother, are you really okay?" Sasuke asked, eyes darting around as if looking for help. "Should I go get Father or a medical ninja?"

"No, no!" Satoru said quickly, grabbing Sasuke's arm before he could move. "I'm fine, really! Just low on sugar—that's why I slipped up."

"See?" He jumped and spun in place, landing with a flourish. "Good as new!"

"Second brother, stop moving!" Sasuke barked, exasperated. He couldn't believe how reckless Satoru was acting. *Is he still a child?*

Satoru kept a confident smile plastered on his face. *Note to self: practice more before the next 'demonstration,'* he thought, swallowing his embarrassment.