As the older generation of the Uchiha reached a consensus over the fragrance of tea, the younger generation, even more eager for change, was also taking steps toward unity.
After seeing the children off, Uchiha Yashiro, Hazuki, and Fugaku did not disperse.
At Fugaku’s sincere invitation, the three tacitly made their way toward the center of the training ground.
The ringing sound of kunai being drawn tore through the morning mist.
Their figures crossed and shifted, turning their spar into both a contest and an exchange.
At the same time, the hawk faction Uchiha who had received the order moved like arrows released from their bows, taking the initiative to seek out their colleagues from the dove faction.
Ever since Anlan and Mikoto had announced their relationship, the once tense atmosphere between the two factions had become rather subtle.
At the very least, neither side was hostile toward the other.
With the dove faction Uchiha serving as a lubricant between them, the two groups then sought out members of the clan-head faction and began making friends through combat.
Within the Uchiha clan, nothing won people’s hearts more deeply than one’s fists.
Fighting a battle together was far more convincing than merely talking.
After all, chakra not only referred to the product of mixing spiritual and physical energy in equal proportions; it also referred to the power of spiritual energy that the Sage of Six Paths used to connect people with one another.
Especially for the Uchiha, whose emotions were so abundant they almost overflowed.
To them, an oppressive and suffocating clan was like a spring being compressed tighter and tighter, tormenting their nerves day and night.
At the moment they let go of their psychological burdens and their chakras collided fiercely, they could genuinely experience the feeling of:
“I can feel your fighting spirit, and you understand my ambition.”
Thus, their spiritual power began to surge, then surge wildly, then surge explosively.
The light in their Sharingan became even more brilliant and dazzling than the flowers of the other shore!
Boisterous laughter, the howling of ninjutsu, the thunderous roar of explosions, and the clashing of ninja tools intertwined, echoing across the entire training ground like rolling thunder!
“Lord Fugaku, please instruct me.”
Dozens of pairs of Sharingan eyes around the training ground converged on the two figures in the center.
Three tomoe appeared in Yashiro’s eyes, glowing with a deep red light as he lowered his stance slightly.
The sword in his hand pointed diagonally toward the ground.
Chakra surged upward from the soles of his feet, and an invisible current of air suddenly swept around his body—the opening stance of Uchiha Style: Wind-Wielding Swordsmanship.
Pure chakra surged through his meridians with the gentle sound of a flowing stream.
A pale cyan radiance spread from his palm and wrapped around the cold blade.
The air was sliced apart by fine, sharp vibrations, as though countless invisible threads were being pulled taut.
This complete swordsmanship, powerful enough to rival an A-rank ninjutsu, could unleash power comparable to an S-rank ninjutsu in the hands of an Uchiha elite who had awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Fugaku calmly nodded, assuming the opening stance of traditional Uchiha swordsmanship as naturally as breathing.
With a thought, he completed the transformation of his chakra’s nature.
Hot and violent Fire Release chakra surged within the scabbard, illuminating the chakra-metal blade with crimson patterns resembling flowing lava.
Threads of heat escaped through the gaps in the scabbard, distorting the light around them.
“Please.”
Before Fugaku had even finished speaking, Yashiro’s figure surged forward like a breeze.
The blade slashed out, and a vacuum blade formed from condensed chakra tore through the air—
“First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!”
The fierce pressure of the wind swept across the ground like an invisible plow, carving deep, crisscrossing trenches into the hard surface of the training ground as stones shot in every direction.
The dust was neatly cleaved apart, and the attack raced toward Fugaku at astonishing speed.
The three tomoe in Fugaku’s pupils spun rapidly.
The instant the wind blade reached him, he drew his sword.
“Clang—!”
A clear sword cry rang out, and scorching flames burst forth with the blade, like a slumbering fire dragon awakening—
“Uchiha Style: Iai—Sword Leap Flame!”
A crimson storm of flames collided violently with the pale cyan vacuum blades, erupting in a dazzling burst of light.
Amid the thunderous roar, waves of searing heat spread outward in a ring, whipping the clothes of the spectators in the distance.
Many of them were already mentally placing themselves in the battle, considering how they would respond in such a situation.
At the same time, Wind-Wielding Swordsmanship was being dissected piece by piece within the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Yashiro used the force of the collision to spin around without pause, his blade dancing continuously.
“Second Form: Claws—Kohakaze!”
Four even more condensed wind blades materialized from thin air, like the claws of a giant bird, crisscrossing to seal off every possible avenue of escape for Fugaku.
Yet Fugaku, whose strength had already reached the Kage level, had no need to meet them head-on.
His Three-Tomoe Sharingan rotated as his footwork shifted nimbly.
At the last possible instant, he slipped through the deadly gap between the interweaving wind blades.
His sword returned to its scabbard in an instant.
Before even the blink of an eye had passed, his figure blurred.
Using a Body Flicker Technique so familiar it had become instinct, he closed the distance and once again pressed toward Yashiro.
A tremendous clash of metal rang out!
Fugaku’s sword momentum suddenly changed.
His originally steady stance transformed into an explosive burst of power.
An iai slash flashed out like sudden thunder, striking directly toward Yashiro’s centerline.
‘He’s strong, but he’s still no match for Anlan-sama!’
Yashiro’s pupils contracted.
His Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun frantically, capturing every subtle change in the flow of Fugaku’s chakra.
He gripped the hilt with both hands and leapt into the air, pouring every ounce of chakra into the blade without reservation and condensing it into a violently rotating deep-cyan storm.
“Fourth Form: Rising Dust Storm!”
From above, a tornado vortex formed from five wind blades crashed downward, tearing up the entire section of ground beneath it as soil and gravel were swept high into the air by its violent force.
At that moment, Fugaku’s sword transformed into the light of dawn.
Roaring flames clung to its blade as he charged upward against the current without the slightest hesitation, piercing into the weakest point of the storm’s eye wall!
The second-stage burst of Sword Leap Flame erupted at the same time.
Even denser and more destructive red chakra surged forth like erupting magma, forcibly ripping apart the raging tornado wall from within!
Sparks and chaotic currents of air collided and annihilated each other fiercely in midair, blooming into a tragic and beautiful scene resembling a cherry tree in full flower before transforming into a shockwave carrying the scent of scorching ash and spreading in every direction.
The two figures crossed through one another amid the aftermath of the explosion.
In the blink of an eye, Yashiro’s wrist gave an almost imperceptible twitch.
The tip of his blade trembled lightly as three consecutive thrusts of “Third Form: Clear Sky Wind Tree” descended like the claws of an eagle.
Fugaku seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.
He swung his blade backward in the purest iai technique, and everywhere the edge passed, even the light itself seemed to be severed.
When the final sword cry faded into the air, the two stood back to back, more than ten meters apart.
Yashiro bent one knee slightly, supporting his body with the tip of his sword planted against the ground as he breathed heavily.
A conspicuous patch of charred black covered his sleeve, wisps of smoke still curling from its edges.
Fugaku’s expression remained unchanged, and his breathing was as steady as before.
As he sheathed his sword, he subtly flipped his wrist, quietly slipping several pieces of dark cloth that had been sliced away by the wind blades into his sleeve without letting anyone notice.
With a metallic click, the sword returned to its scabbard.
Fugaku raised his eyes toward Yashiro, a trace of amazement flashing through them.
“No wonder it’s Wind-Wielding Swordsmanship created by Anlan. It has given the clan yet another inheritance worth studying.”
The Uchiha watching from the sidelines laughed together almost in unison.
In the shinobi world, even Ma Huateng couldn’t compare to how damn awesome the Uchiha were!