"Master Isamu, my name is Feng—Uchiha Feng."
Although he was still uneasy about starting a war, he chose to trust Isamu.
"Uchiha Feng… good, very good—excellent."
Isamu repeated his praise three times, clearly impressed.
"This is what a true Uchiha should be like."
He turned to the others.
"You should all learn from him. His strength may be low, but he has courage. With courage, strength will follow."
"Feng, step forward."
After Feng walked up, Isamu said, "Hold out your hand."
At the same time, he entered his inner mindscape.
"Kurama, lend him your chakra. I'll use it to link with him."
"No problem, Isamu," the Nine-Tails replied, gathering chakra instantly.
Back in reality—
"Get ready."
Isamu placed his hand on Feng's.
In the next instant—
A crimson chakra cloak erupted, wrapping around Feng's entire body.
"This… this endless chakra… what is this?!"
Feng's eyes widened in shock as he felt an overwhelming surge of power coursing through him.
The others were equally stunned.
"What is that thing?!"
"Why is his chakra… so terrifying?"
"Isamu, what exactly did you do?" Zhan asked, completely confused.
"Don't rush. Look behind him," Isamu said calmly.
Everyone shifted their gaze.
"…There's something behind him."
"A tail?!"
"Wait—another one appeared!"
"Two… three… four…"
One after another, tails formed behind Feng—until there were nine in total.
"Nine tails… Isamu, this… this can't be—"
Zhan's expression changed drastically.
"That's right," Isamu said openly.
"This is the power of a Tailed Beast—the first stage of the Tailed Beast Chakra Cloak."
Silence fell again.
"This kind of monstrous power… where did you even get it?" Zhan asked, still in disbelief.
"Where it came from doesn't matter," Isamu replied. "What matters is—I can give this power to all of you."
He then pushed Zhan forward.
"Enough talking. You and Feng—fight."
"Everyone else, step back and watch carefully. Let's see whether Feng, with this cloak, can beat Zhan."
"W-what?!" Feng panicked immediately. "Master Isamu, how could I possibly fight Master Zhan? This isn't right…"
The others also shook their heads.
"Him? Beat Lord Zhan? Impossible."
"If he wins, I'll live on air alone."
Isamu smirked.
"You won't know until you try. Want to bet a few slaps?"
"Uh… gambling is bad. Let's just watch…"
The crowd instantly backed off. No one dared take that bet.
"Tch. Cowards," Isamu clicked his tongue.
Then he shouted:
"Feng! Didn't I tell you? Everyone has one head on their shoulders—why be afraid of anyone? Zhan isn't special. Show some confidence and beat him properly. Don't embarrass me!"
Zhan rolled his eyes.
"You really enjoy stirring things up from the sidelines."
Then he turned to Feng.
"Come on. Let me see how much stronger you've gotten."
With that, he charged forward.
"W-wait!"
Feng hurriedly dodged.
Zhan's attacks came fast—but every strike was narrowly avoided.
"Not bad… your reaction speed improved," Zhan muttered. "Let's see how long you can keep it up."
He doubled his speed.
Fists and kicks blurred into afterimages.
Yet—
Feng still dodged every single attack.
Even faster than before.
"His speed actually increased this much?!" someone exclaimed.
"Maybe it's just speed… his strength shouldn't compare," another speculated.
Meanwhile, Zhan was growing frustrated.
I'm almost using full power—and I still can't touch him?!
He stopped abruptly.
"Enough dodging. Attack me. Otherwise, how can I judge your strength?"
Feng hesitated.
"…Alright. Master Zhan, be careful. I feel like… I'm really strong right now."
"Just attack," Zhan said dismissively. "No matter how strong it is, how much difference can it really make?"
"Then… here I come!"
Feng clenched his fist and dashed forward.
Bang!
Before Zhan could react, the punch landed squarely on his nose.
Blood sprayed as he was sent flying.
"Holy—!"
Before he could even finish—
BAM!
Another punch landed.
Feng pressed forward, unleashing a barrage of strikes.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Beautiful! That's it! Hit him harder!"
Isamu cheered from the sidelines, thoroughly entertained.
The others were completely stunned.
"This… this can't be real…"
"Feng… is beating Lord Zhan?"
"Are we dreaming?!"
Zhan, once untouchable to them, was now being beaten black and blue.
Finally, unable to endure it any longer—
"Substitution Jutsu!"
Poof!
A log replaced him mid-beating.
The real Zhan escaped to a distance, breathing heavily.
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