Chapter 25: The King of the Uchiha Bandit Camp
As the older Uchiha group reached a consensus over tea, the younger group, who were even more eager for change, were also moving towards unity.
Uchiha Yashiro, Hazuki, and Fugaku did not disperse after seeing off the children.
At Fugaku's sincere invitation, the three of them walked tacitly to the center of the training field.
The clanging of the sword, unsheathed, pierced the morning mist; amidst the intertwining figures, it was not only a friendly exchange but also a demonstration of skill.
At the same time, the hawkish Uchiha, having received the order, shot down their dove colleagues like arrows released from a bow.
After Anlan and Mikoto announced their relationship, the tense atmosphere between the two factions suddenly became delicate.
At least, neither side rejects the other.
With the dove-like Uchiha acting as a lubricant, the two groups then approached the clan leaders' faction and began to make friends through martial arts.
In the Uchiha clan, nothing is more convincing than fists; a fight is far more credible than mere words.
After all, chakra refers not only to the product of the balanced mixture of spiritual and physical energy, but also to the spiritual energy power that the Sage of Six Paths used to connect people.
This is especially true for the Uchiha clan members, whose emotions are so rich they are almost overflowing.
The oppressive and stifling family environment was like a constantly compressed spring, pressing on their nerves day and night.
In the moment when they let go of their psychological burdens and their chakra collided fiercely, they could truly feel, "I have sensed your domineering intent, and you have understood my ambition."
Therefore, their spiritual power began to surge, increase wildly, and increase dramatically. The light in their Sharingan was even more vivid and dazzling than the spider lily!
The hearty laughter, the whooshing of ninjutsu, the roar of explosions, and the clash of ninja tools intertwined, echoing like thunder throughout the training ground!
"Lord Fugaku, please enlighten me."
Dozens of Sharingan eyes from all around the training ground converged on the center of the arena.
The three tomoe appeared in Yashiro's eyes, glowing with a deep red light, and his figure sank slightly.
His katana pointed diagonally at the ground, chakra rose from the soles of his feet, and an invisible current suddenly swirled around him—it was the starting stance of the Uchiha-style Wind Control Sword Technique.
Pure chakra surged through his meridians, emitting a babbling sound like a stream.
A pale blue light spread from his palm, wrapping around the cold blade. The air was cut with a fine, sharp hum, as if countless invisible threads were being stretched taut.
This complete sword technique, comparable to an A-rank ninjutsu, could unleash power comparable to an S-rank ninjutsu in the hands of an elite Uchiha who had awakened the three-tomoe Sharingan.
Fugaku nodded steadily, his starting stance in the traditional Uchiha swordsmanship appearing perfectly natural.
He gently stroked the scabbard with his left hand and placed his right hand on the hilt wrapped with black silk thread.
With a thought, the chakra underwent a nature transformation. The blazing and violent fire-attribute chakra surged within the sheath, reflecting a crimson pattern like flowing lava onto the chakra metal blade.
Wisps of heat escaped from the gaps in the scabbard, distorting the light.
"Please."
Before Fugaku could finish speaking, Yashiro's figure transformed into a gentle breeze and rushed forward.
The blade slashed out, a vacuum blade formed from chakra tearing through the air—First Form: Dust Whirlwind: Slash!
The fierce wind pressure swept across like an invisible giant plow, carving deep, crisscrossing furrows into the hard training ground surface, sending gravel flying.
The smoke and dust were neatly sliced apart and rushed toward Fugaku at an astonishing speed.
Fugaku's pupils flashed with three tomoe, and he drew his sword the instant the wind blade was upon him.
"Clang—!"
A clear, melodious sword ring rang out, and blazing flames burst forth with the sword light, just like a sleeping fire dragon awakening—Uchiha Style: Iaijutsu: Sword Leap Flame!
The crimson flame storm collided violently with the pale blue vacuum blade, unleashing a blinding light.
Amidst the roar, waves of heat spread out in a ring, causing the clothes of the spectators in the distance to flutter. Many were immersed in the battle, contemplating how they should retaliate.
At the same time, the Wind Control Sword Technique was also dissected and analyzed by the three-tomoe Sharingan.
Using the momentum of the collision, Yashiro spun around without stopping, his blade flashing continuously.
'Second Form: Claw Strike: Wind Pressure!'
Four more refined wind blades appeared out of thin air, like the claws of a giant bird, intersecting and sealing off all of Fugaku's escape routes.
However, Fugaku, whose strength has reached the Kage level, doesn't need to fight head-on at all.
With the three tomoe spinning and his footwork nimbly changing, he passed through the deathly gap where wind blades intertwined at the last second.
The katana was sheathed in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, his figure blurred for a moment as he used his masterful Body Flicker Technique to close the distance, once again approaching Yashiro.
"Clang--!"
A deafening roar, like metal clashing against metal, exploded!
Fugaku's sword stance suddenly changed, transforming from a composed posture into an extreme outburst.
A sudden Iai strike, like a thunderclap, aimed straight for Yashiro's center.
'Very strong, but not as strong as Young Master Anlan!'
Yashiro's pupils contracted, and his three-tomoe chakra began to circulate wildly, capturing every slight change in the flow of the opponent's chakra.
He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, leaped into the air, and poured all his chakra into the blade, condensing it into a violently spinning dark blue storm.
"Fourth Form: Rising Sandstorm!"
From top to bottom, a tornado vortex formed by five wind blades crashed down, lifting the ground below and sending soil and sand into the air by the violent force.
At this moment, Fugaku's katana transformed into the light of dawn, with raging flames clinging to its blade. Undeterred, it surged upwards against the tide, piercing the most vulnerable eye wall of the storm!
The second stage of the Sword Leap Flame was triggered, and the more condensed and destructive crimson chakra erupted like magma, tearing the raging tornado wall apart!
The sparks collided violently with the chaotic air currents in the air and annihilated each other, creating a poignant scene like cherry blossoms in full bloom, before dispersing into shock waves mixed with the smell of burning.
The two figures passed each other in the aftershocks of the explosion.
In the blink of an eye, Yashiro's wrist twitched almost imperceptibly, the tip of the blade trembled slightly, and the three consecutive thrusts of 'Third Form: Clear Breeze Tree' came down like eagle claws.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Fugaku swung his sword with the purest form of Iaijutsu, the blade so sharp that even light seemed to be severed in its path.
As the last whistle of the blade faded into the air, the two men stood back to back, several meters apart.
Yashiro bent one knee slightly, supporting his body with the tip of his sword on the ground, breathing heavily.
There was a noticeable charred mark on his cuff, with wisps of smoke rising from the edges.
Fugaku remained calm and composed, his breathing steady as ever.
Using the action of sheathing his sword, he subtly flipped his wrist and tucked several pieces of dark clothing scraps that had been torn off by the wind blades into his sleeve, without anyone noticing.
With a clang, the katana was sheathed.
Fugaku looked up at Yashiro, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.
"As expected of the Wind Control Sword Technique created by Anlan, it has added another worthy legacy for the family to study."
The Uchiha who were watching all laughed in unison.
End of this chapter...