[New Entry: Introduction to Swordsmanship!] [Quality: White] [Entry Description: No technique, only pure stats!] [Entry Effect: Your sword strike speed increases by 20%!] [Advancement Requirements: Swordsmanship Technique Direction (500 Achievement Points); Nintaijutsu Composite Swordsmanship Direction (1000 Achievement Points)] This was the new entry Amamiya Ayane had cultivated yesterday.
She had practiced sword techniques with her father for a period since she was a child, so she had a foundation.
Otherwise, her father wouldn’t have specifically left such a Ninja tool for her.
And after experiencing two battles in Maba Village a few days ago…
…perhaps it was a case of long-term accumulation finally paying off.
In the past few days, the girl had constant insights into swordsmanship, directly generating a new entry regarding it!
However, just as the entry description stated.
Her current swordsmanship was more like muscle memory, relying solely on speed or reaction to win.
Her commonly used moves were just simple thrusts, cleaves, and slashes, without many breakthroughs on a technical level.
But despite this, her strength had seen a minor improvement.
At least against a functional Ninja like Eagle, she could handle it with ease…
“Hey, hey, hey, is strength something that’s so easy to break through?” Eagle didn’t believe it at all, huffing: “If you wanted to tease me, just say so~ you jerk!” Amamiya Ayane flickered to her side, her palm swirling with a ball of flowing water.
She first held the other girl down, helping to wipe away the dirt on Eagle’s mask, then flicked her forehead: “Quiet down.
Do you want to eat roasted meat or not?” Eagle immediately shut her mouth.
She looked completely under control.
This Swan person…
…even though she was a girl just like her, her roasting skills were more proficient than her own father, who was the head of a department and came from a butchery background…
More importantly, the meat she roasted was truly delicious!
At the thought of this, Eagle’s mouth began to water!
Amamiya Ayane naturally didn’t know the other’s inner thoughts were so rich.
She struck Itachi’s classic pose, tapping the other’s forehead with her index finger, and suppressed a smile: “Let’s go.
We’ll catch some prey for dinner now, and I’ll continue helping you practice the Body Flicker Technique along the way.” The so-called training.
It meant letting Eagle catch animals using nothing but pure Body Flicker Technique, without any Ninja tools or Ninjutsu.
Sitting on a tree branch, Woodpecker watched the interaction between the two, a faint smile appearing on his face behind the mask.
He actually knew quite a bit about the identities and backgrounds of these two girls.
Amamiya Ayane went without saying.
He had personally brought her from the Ninja Academy and registered her into the Anbu; she could even be considered his little apprentice.
She was only ten days away from turning eleven.
As for Eagle, the sensory Ninja from the reconnaissance unit…
Although the intelligence files were in the captain’s hands.
Her personality made it far too easy to coax information out of her.
Even without consciously analyzing her intel, a few interactions were enough to confirm that she was likely only around 13 or 14 years old.
‘Tsk~ If only I had a pair of daughters like this.’ He couldn’t help but daydream: ‘If that were the case, my son wouldn’t be so lonely; he’d have a younger sister to talk to.
And I wouldn’t have to just stare awkwardly at him every time I return to the village…’ These days, being a decent single father…
is really not easy!
——————— At the same time.
Dozens of miles away from Amamiya Ayane’s group, within the jurisdiction of the Amegakure First Reconnaissance Company.
A Ninja company of about five hundred men was marching in silence.
Judging by the spiral forehead protectors on their heads and the high-quality combat uniforms they wore, this unit was undoubtedly Konoha’s elite!
“I didn’t expect the old man to actually have the guts to initiate a decisive battle!” “I thought he’d really grown old!” During the silent march, at the very front of the column, a white-haired Ninja suddenly spoke in a low voice.
Hearing his companion speak.