After an entire morning of high-intensity training, Genshin stood slightly hunched, lifting a hand to wipe away the sweat trickling down his temple.
The long, steady flow of his Hamon Breathing ran smoothly, swiftly calming his agitated blood and vital energy.
Unlike the full-body soreness ordinary ninja suffered after training, the Hamon energy continually repaired his worn muscles, letting his physique steadily refine itself even under the strain of pushing his limits.
He remained radiant and full of vigor.
Tsunade stood with her arms crossed, her golden ponytail swaying gently in the breeze, her expression earnest and grave.
She wasn’t being harsh—she spoke out of a teacher’s consideration, genuinely worried for this extraordinarily gifted student.
The rift between Konoha’s clans was a chronic affliction that had festered for years, and a six-year-old child stepping in could all too easily be swept up in unseen strife and suspicion.
Genshin wasn’t surprised by Tsunade’s question.
He straightened his body, his gaze clear and open.
“Sensei, it’s not the Uchiha Clan I feel close to—only Shisui, the person himself.”
He spoke neither hurriedly nor slowly, laying out his thoughts word by word: “I drifted homeless through the Land of Bears for several years.
I know the fear and lowliness of having nowhere to belong, and I understand the weight of the word ‘home.’ It was Uncle Jiraiya who brought someone like me to Konoha Village, and it was the village that took in a helpless boy with no one to rely on.
So this place became my only home.”
Tsunade said nothing, only gazing into Genshin’s eyes, signaling him to go on.
“I need to make this home safer and stronger—not just sit around watching the tables and chairs squabble day after day.”
Lifting his eyes to Tsunade, Genshin’s gaze was resolute beyond measure: “Wandering since I was little taught me to read people well, and Shisui absolutely loves this village.
What’s more, I trust Lord Hokage’s judgment—if Lord Hokage is willing to trust Shisui, then so will I.”
“I… want to become the bridge that connects the village and the Uchiha Clan.”
Though the confidence behind such candid words also came from his memories as a reincarnated soul.
He knew of Shisui’s lifelong endurance and sacrifice, knew his gentleness and helplessness, and knew even better that he and Shisui could absolutely become the bridge spanning Konoha and the Uchiha—shattering the deadlock of clan hostility and rewriting that tragedy long since destined.
Tsunade looked at the precociously wise red-haired child before her with a complicated expression.
As the granddaughter of the First Hokage, even she had never thought of changing the relationship between the village and the Uchiha.
And now, to have a child worrying over such troublesome matters—she really was… hardly qualified as his teacher.
Seeing Tsunade’s complicated look, Genshin suddenly flashed a sly grin: “Didn’t I say I read people well?
Actually, the first time I met you, Tsunade-sensei, I made up my mind that no matter what, I’d get you to be my teacher.”
“And now it seems my judgment really is—ow!”
Bonk!
She raised a hand and flicked him hard on the forehead.
“You’re not qualified to be any bridge yet, brat—talk to me once you’re stronger!
For now, quit fretting over all this nonsense and train properly for your teacher!”
Dropping the subject of Genshin and the Uchiha, Tsunade waved her hand, sending him off to prepare for the afternoon’s Taijutsu training.
Perhaps it was time for her to make some changes too.
…
That afternoon, at the Konoha training ground.
A slender figure clad in black stood quietly at one side of the training field.
The youth had a lean frame, black hair hanging down, deep tear-troughs beneath his eyes, and a calm, reserved aura all around him—none other than the eight-year-old Itachi Uchiha.
Young as he was, Itachi had already begun basic combat training, his talent unmatched among the younger generation of the Uchiha.
Shisui had deliberately brought him along, hoping he could meet and spar with Genshin so the two might advance together.
On the other side of the training field stood the sharp-looking red-haired Genshin, his expression relaxed.
He had just finished his physical stretches, his fingertips still dusted with the fine grit of the training field.
Standing at the edge of the field, Shisui wore a gentle smile, his eyes fixed on the pair the entire time, ready at any moment to observe the fight and point out openings.
Without any needless small talk, the two prodigies faced each other, the air around them snapping taut in an instant.
A bead of sweat rolled down Genshin’s jaw and dripped to his feet, and before it could even soak into the fabric, his whole body was like a drawn bow—already surging two meters forward off a single spring, his Chakra Enhanced Strength blasting out wrapped in a gale of force.
Itachi kept his eyes locked on the incoming Chakra Enhanced Strength, his double-tomoe Sharingan spinning in an instant, precisely capturing the trajectory of the fist’s wind.
He shifted his feet and twisted his body aside, barely grazing past the edge of the punch.
With a slight flick of his fingers, a wooden short blade slid soundlessly toward Genshin’s waist.
Genshin drove force through his waist and abdomen and wrenched himself around, dodging the blade’s edge by a hair, then swept the sole of his foot along the ground toward Itachi’s lower body.
Itachi used the momentum to leap into the air, chopping the short blade straight down at Genshin’s head.
Genshin raised his arm to block, the back of his hand—reinforced with Hamon Chakra—hammering fiercely into the flat of the blade.
The impact left Itachi’s hand numb at the base, nearly losing his grip on the blade, and he was forced to spin along with the direction of the force through several revolutions before he could dissipate it.
What a heavy attack!
And judging by the degree of Chakra condensed in his arm, even a real blade would struggle to break through that defense, wouldn’t it?
I can’t take it head-on!
Itachi resolved himself and charged in once again.
At that moment, Shisui off to the side slipped a little in managing his expression, letting a faintly mischievous smile show.
That’s right—he had deliberately neglected to warn Itachi that Genshin’s strength was just a teeeensy bit monstrous.
There’s no reason I should be the only one getting played—a thing like this absolutely requires a fellow unlucky soul to suffer along with me!
The crisp clashes of fists and feet kept ringing out across the training field—a collision of speed, power, and technique so dazzling the eye could hardly keep up.
Itachi’s Taijutsu was skilled and composed, balanced in offense and defense, the combat art passed down through generations of the Uchiha Clan.
Genshin, meanwhile, won out through the sheer power of his fists, top-tier perception, and a formidable physique, using the ultimate amplification of Hamon Chakra to keep tugging the tempo of his assault.
After several rounds of high-intensity sparring, the rhythm of their exchanges abruptly slowed.
Both, by tacit understanding, held something in reserve, neither rashly unleashing a killing move.
Itachi’s eyes darkened slightly; in his heart he had already sized up the rough outline of Genshin’s hand.
Power that crushed anyone his level, a physique absurdly tough, perception astonishingly sharp—ordinary Taijutsu and basic Ninjutsu couldn’t suppress this opponent at all.
As he pondered, the double-tomoe Sharingan in Itachi’s eyes spun rapidly, his ocular power quietly surging.
Since physical offense and defense gained him nothing, then he’d break the stalemate with Genjutsu.
Genjutsu: Sharingan!
The invisible Sharingan Genjutsu locked onto Genshin along his line of sight, invading his mind without a sound—this was the most basic yet most practical of the Uchiha Clan’s Sharingan Genjutsu.
But in the very next second, the anticipated dazed rigidity never came.
The pale-gold Hamon lingering around Genshin’s body suddenly trembled faintly.
His entire body’s Chakra was in a state of extreme activation, flowing at a speed beyond imagination.
The instant that mind-invading Yin Release Genjutsu energy touched the barrier of Genshin’s spirit, it was directly shattered and dissolved by the rapidly cycling, layer-upon-layer oscillating Hamon Chakra.
Not the slightest hesitation, not the faintest effect.
Genshin’s steps never faltered, his expression never changed—not even a flicker in his eyes.
Instead, riding the momentum of his forward charge, he landed a precise palm strike on Itachi’s shoulder.
Thud!
The force was steady rather than brutish, yet it carried an irresistible thrust, sending the caught-off-guard Itachi staggering back two steps before he plopped firmly down onto the ground.
Itachi snapped his eyes up, his Sharingan locked tight on the red-haired youth before him, his gaze filled with astonishment.
His Genjutsu… had failed?
Shisui, who had watched the whole thing from the side, reined in his teasing smile, having caught a glimpse of the truth, and spoke it softly: “It’s no use, Itachi.
Ordinary Genjutsu has almost no effect on Genshin.”
He stepped slowly forward, his gaze falling on the Hamon Chakra flowing around Genshin’s body, and in an instant saw through the crux of it: “Genshin’s constitution is very special.
His Chakra activity is extremely high—when he uses Chakra, every cell in his body vibrates along with it.”
“An ordinary ninja’s Chakra flows gently, making it easy for Yin Release Genjutsu to seep in and disrupt the Chakra circulation.
But Genshin is different.
His whole body’s Chakra is constantly in a vibrating, rapidly circulating, active state.
The moment a foreign Genjutsu Chakra invades his skin or Chakra Pathway System, it gets scattered by his own Chakra—it never even has time to reach the brain.”
Sitting on the ground, Itachi fell silent.
He slowly deactivated his Sharingan, and beneath his seemingly calm expression, his heart had long since surged with turbulent waves.
Foreign Chakra can’t invade?
A constitution like this is simply the natural bane of Genjutsu-type ninja.
This guy is two years younger than me, yet he’s already this strong—it seems I still haven’t worked hard enough.
Yes, that’s it.
Only with a rival to chase after does one improve quickly.
This was exactly why Shisui had brought Itachi here today, and moreover…
Ordinary Genjutsu truly had no effect—but what about the Genjutsu of the Mangekyō Sharingan?
Shisui lifted a hand and lightly stroked the rim of his own eye.
It was merely a hypothesis, though—he would never use that move on a comrade from the same village.
…
The warm afternoon sun poured down gently as the three rested off to the side and reviewed the spar.
Itachi’s little face was still tense—clearly he now knew that Shisui had deliberately set him up.
Little Hinata was here today too.
With so many people around at the moment, the shy girl’s little face flushed slightly as she sat timidly beside Genshin, quietly keeping him company.
Looking at the soft, sweet, well-behaved Hinata, Genshin’s heart stirred.
He reached out on his own and took hold of her delicate, soft little hand, quietly circulating a thread of Hamon and slowly channeling it into Hinata’s body.
In the very instant the Hamon seeped in, Genshin’s gaze abruptly froze.
He saw, around the snow-white pupils of Hinata’s eyes, a ring of extremely fine petal-like patterns quietly emerging—layer upon layer, exquisite and eerie.
Yet in but an instant, that strange pattern vanished, so quickly one might think it an illusion.
This pattern is… the Tenseigan?!
Genshin frowned slightly.
No—the Tenseigan requires the combination of Ōtsutsuki bloodline and the Byakugan to awaken.
How could the pattern of the Tenseigan surface in Hinata’s Byakugan?
Did I sense it wrong?
Genshin kept his composure and secretly channeled more Hamon into Hinata, wanting to get a clearer look.
But this time, no matter how he probed, that eerie petal-like pattern never appeared again.
“Genshin-nii?
Is something wrong?”
Feeling the warm energy coming from her palm, little Hinata timidly raised her eyes toward Genshin, her long lashes fluttering gently like little butterflies, and asked with a touch of innocent confusion.
Genshin reined in his probing mind, ruffled the soft top of the little girl’s head, and shook his head with a smile: “It’s nothing—just a bit hot, that’s all.”
Shisui, off to the side, took in the whole scene, an auntie-like smile of both relief and teasing spreading across his face.
This child had, since he was small, possessed the precocious wisdom to view things from the standpoint of the whole village’s interests—who’d have thought he’d be even more exceptionally gifted at coaxing girls, so skilled at such a tender age.
Genshin noticed Shisui’s amused look and shot him a fierce glare.
What’re you looking at, you single dog!
Then he shot another glare at the curiously watching Itachi.
What’re you looking at?
You’re a single dog too!
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