“I was just about to say…” Kakashi nodded with a dry smile.
“Even someone like you can only use it seventy or eighty…” Then his voice suddenly stopped.
“…Seventy or eighty times a day?!” Kakashi’s visible eye widened in disbelief.
“Hold on.
An attack with that much power is just an ordinary slash to you?” Only then did he remember what Yujiro had said earlier.
“Yeah,” Yujiro replied casually.
“Just a normal slash.” “The power still isn’t where I want it.” Kakashi swallowed.
That still wasn’t enough?
What was he trying to create?
A technique on the level of an S-rank jutsu?
No.
This guy was definitely a monster.
A training monster.
Kakashi was now completely certain of that.
Whoosh— At that moment, a golden figure appeared on the back mountain.
“What happened here?
I heard an explosion.” Namikaze Minato arrived beside Yujiro almost instantly, his expression slightly tense.
For a moment, he had thought the Third Hokage had already made a move.
“Minato-sensei,” Kakashi said, “Yujiro was testing a new move just now.” “A new move?” Minato looked around.
The moment he saw the destroyed forest and the shattered ground, his pupils narrowed slightly.
Don’t tell me… This entire area was destroyed by Yujiro?
He turned his gaze toward Kakashi.
Kakashi silently gave him a confirming look.
Minato’s eyes immediately changed.
This child… He was a treasure.
A genius that might not appear even once in a hundred years.
“Yondaime,” Yujiro said with a faint smile, “I was the one who beat Asuma.” There was no need to ask why Minato had come in such a hurry.
It was most likely because of what happened that morning.
“Huh?” Kakashi blinked.
He had been training with Yujiro all morning, so he had no idea anything like that had happened.
Minato’s tense expression softened into a small smile.
“I believe you.” “If you hit him, then Asuma must have provoked you first.” Yujiro casually explained what had happened that morning.
He did not exaggerate.
He did not decorate the story.
He simply stated the facts.
After hearing everything, Minato let out a quiet sigh.
“Asuma…” He shook his head slightly.
“Yujiro, don’t worry.
I’ll speak with the Third.” “Whether you speak with him or not doesn’t matter,” Yujiro said calmly.
“If the Third Hokage really uses this matter against me, then it only proves his capacity is limited.” Minato, Kakashi, and Itachi all froze for a moment.
Probably only Yujiro would dare to say something like that directly in front of the Fourth Hokage.
And he said it without hesitation.
Without giving the Third Hokage even the slightest face.
Yujiro smiled faintly.
“Yondaime, remember one thing.” “You are the Hokage.” Minato’s eyes moved slightly.
Then, slowly, a smile returned to his face.
“…Thank you, Yujiro.” Others might not understand what that sentence meant.
But Minato did.
He was the Hokage.
The leader of Konoha.
Not Sarutobi Hiruzen.
Was Yujiro acknowledging him?
“Kakashi, Itachi,” Yujiro called out, “training continues.” He turned and led Kakashi and Itachi toward the open ground nearby.
Minato watched Yujiro’s back in silence.
For some reason, he had a strong feeling.
One day, Yujiro would create a storm across the entire shinobi world.
“I am the Hokage…” Minato murmured softly.
Then his gaze became firm.
“That’s right.” “I am the Hokage.” With that, Minato vanished silently from the back mountain.
… The sky gradually darkened.
Night fell over Konoha.
By the end of the day, both Kakashi and Itachi were covered in bruises.
Yujiro had not gone easy on them at all.
Once the sparring started, he fought however he pleased.
Still, the results were good.
He had broken through his limits four more times.
His Limiter unlock progress had now reached 92.0%.
Kakashi and Itachi staggered away from the training ground.
Yujiro carried the black blade over his shoulder and leisurely walked home.
“Hmm?” When he reached a familiar place, he once again saw a figure dancing beneath the moonlight.
Purple hair was tied loosely behind her head.
The long sword in her hand moved again and again, cutting through the pale moonlight with sharp precision.
“Who’s there?!” A sharp voice rang out.
Yujiro stood where he was, unmoving.
The girl’s blade stabbed straight toward him.
Yujiro raised his hand and blocked the strike with his scabbard.
“…It’s you!” Uzuki Yugao took two steps back.
After seeing the person clearly, anger immediately appeared on her face.
“It’s me,” Yujiro said calmly, looking her up and down.
It had been almost three months since they last met.
Her small frame seemed to be growing little by little.
“Why are you watching me again?!” Yugao demanded with a stiff expression.
“Because it looks good,” Yujiro answered honestly.
“…” Yugao blinked.
For a moment, she didn’t know how to continue.
Why wasn’t he making excuses this time?
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Yugao stood there, her sword still in hand, unable to find her next words.
“Your swordsmanship improved a little,” Yujiro said.
“Huh?” Yugao looked up sharply, disbelief written across her face.
After all that hard work… Only “a little”?
“Tell me your name!” Yugao shouted, raising her sword angrily.
“And fight me properly if you dare!” Yujiro’s interest was finally stirred.
He also wanted to see how Konoha-style kenjutsu compared to his own sword style.
“Don’t cry when you lose.” “Come on!” Yugao snapped, so angry her lungs nearly burst.
Yujiro took a slow breath.
Then he drew the black blade from its sheath.
Black hilt.
Black blade.
The moment the sword left its scabbard, Yujiro’s aura changed completely.
A heavy pressure spread through the moonlit clearing.
It was nothing like before.
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