Aomizu’s family training ground.
Aomizu, holding Muramasa, clashed with Shisui, who wielded a pair of kodachi.
“Fool, you must always hold back thirty percent of your strength when swinging your blade, unless you are absolutely certain you can slay your enemy in a single strike…” Aomizu said with a faint smile.
He effortlessly deflected Shisui’s twin blades and suddenly slashed down toward his face.
Shisui’s blades were parried outward.
Aomizu’s strike carried a biting, cold wind, reaching Shisui’s face in the blink of an eye…
Shisui pushed his Sharingan to its absolute limit.
Unfortunately, while the dynamic vision granted by his Two-Tomoe allowed him to barely track Muramasa’s trajectory, his physical reactions lagged behind his sight.
He could only watch helplessly as Muramasa came slicing down!
The blade stopped about a centimeter from Shisui’s forehead.
Aomizu looked at Shisui with a smile, speaking softly, “Do you understand now?
If you reserve some strength, you’ll have the energy to pull back and defend when your attack is blocked, rather than falling into a completely passive position…” “This is especially true for ninjas, who use various ninjutsu to confuse their opponent’s vision.
Going all out on every strike is out of the question.” Cold sweat trickled down Shisui’s forehead, and he nodded seriously.
“I understand, Brother.” At this moment, Shisui felt both incredibly fortunate to have such a powerful and patient brother guiding him, and a little dejected.
He had thought his talent in kenjutsu was already outstanding, but in front of Aomizu, his form was riddled with openings.
What Shisui didn’t know was that while he believed he was sparring with Aomizu, every single round was actually a clash against Tobirama Senju.
As for Tobirama Senju—he was a hardcore, ruthless powerhouse who had grown up trading blows with all kinds of lethal Uchiha during the Warring States Period, and had crossed blades thousands of times with Izuna Uchiha, a man second only to Madara Uchiha.
The kenjutsu Tobirama had developed carried his own fierce, practical, and underhanded style, integrating Genjutsu and Chakra-infused blades.
It was truly the perfect tool for assassination and slaughter!
Tobirama Senju had even designed several killing moves specifically to exploit the delay between the Sharingan’s dynamic vision and the brain’s reaction time when dealing with the Uchiha…
In the hands of Aomizu, a Two-Tomoe Uchiha with abundant ocular power, these techniques could be practiced forwards and backwards until he was completely well-versed in them, effectively patching up the weaknesses of this kenjutsu style that stemmed from Tobirama Senju lacking a Sharingan.
“I think I have a general idea of where you got your knowledge of my ninjutsu…” Tobirama Senju said after observing closely for a long time.
“Since you are Kagami’s descendant, and I did pass down my kenjutsu to him—and my Water Style and Genjutsu were copied by those Uchiha bastards—it’s not surprising, given your talent for developing a Kinjutsu to seal my soul.” He waited, but Aomizu did not respond.
After a brief silence, Tobirama couldn’t help but ask, “But are you using my kenjutsu, or Izuna Uchiha’s fighting style?” When Aomizu was guiding Shisui, Tobirama had initially recognized his own shadow in the movements.
He had felt quite pleased with himself, thinking Aomizu had seen the light, recognizing that Tobirama’s kenjutsu was far superior to the Uchiha’s.
But gradually, his expression stiffened.
Aomizu’s swordplay began to evolve into that of a pure Uchiha, and it bore an uncanny resemblance to Izuna Uchiha’s!
Eventually, even Tobirama Senju himself became a bit disoriented.
In truth, Izuna Uchiha and Tobirama Senju’s kenjutsu styles and even their specific moves were highly similar.
Both were calm, ruthless characters.
The only distinct difference was that Tobirama was better at reading human psychology, while Izuna had the Sharingan to execute feints, making his attacks more unrestrained.
Aomizu blinked, unable to help but sigh inwardly.
It seemed the eternal theme of the Ninja World was always bonds.
There was no need to mention Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha, the reincarnations of Asura and Indra.
But the intense bond between Izuna Uchiha and Tobirama Senju was not a single bit weaker than that of their brothers, who had fought for a thousand years.
For instance, as wise and calm as Tobirama Senju was, he couldn’t suppress his intense curiosity when it came to questions about Izuna Uchiha…
“Is that really so important, Tobirama?
I’ve discovered a very interesting thing.
I’ve studied the kenjutsu of both of you and found that they overlap heavily, even sharing nearly identical concepts…” “The only difference is probably the presence or absence of the Sharingan.
So, I was wondering, did you draw inspiration from Izuna Uchiha’s kenjutsu, or did he…” Before Aomizu could finish, Tobirama Senju interrupted in quite a rush: “Of course he plagiarized me!
Judging by the outcome, didn’t my Flying Raijin Slice easily defeat him?
In the Ninja World, when does a victor copy the loser!” Tobirama spoke with absolute confidence, yet a faint, inexplicable trace of guilt hid beneath his words.
Aomizu caught this immediately.
Smiling, he nodded.
“Right, right, right, whatever Tobirama says is right…
I’m sure the Flying Thunder God was definitely not a technique you developed just because you couldn’t match Izuna Uchiha in a sword fight…” “Oh, it’s fine.
All ninjutsu and kenjutsu under heaven copy from each other.
Copying leads to improvement!
Just admit it, Tobirama, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
Even our Uchiha Clan’s Sharingan can copy things…” “What do you mean it’s fine?!
I’m different from you Uchiha.
Everything I use is my own kenjutsu and ninjutsu.
I would never copy that bastard!” Tobirama Senju cared surprisingly much about this matter, emphasizing it with great intensity.
However, the electronic voice in Aomizu’s mind seemed to provide the real answer: [Obtained from confrontation target Tobirama Senju: Enhanced Motor Reflexes!] Aomizu smiled and waved off Tobirama Senju, bidding farewell to the Second Hokage who wanted to argue for another five hundred rounds to set the record straight.
While quietly feeling his body become increasingly agile, he continued explaining the essentials of kenjutsu to Shisui.
When it came to shearing wool—or squeezing rewards from his targets—Aomizu had completely figured it out.
For someone as highly guarded as Tobirama Senju, one had to adopt a casual, go-with-the-flow attitude, grabbing whatever benefits could be squeezed out without rushing things, lest it backfire.
After all, Konoha still had its legendary “Crouching Dragon and Phoenix” duo, Danzo Shimura and Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Sooner or later, they would pull off some mind-boggling stunt that would make Tobirama Senju pass out in shock and drop a massive jackpot of rewards.
“It’s alright, Shisui.
If you can’t get it down, I can always teach you again…” Aomizu gently patted the head of the sweat-drenched Shisui.
His kenjutsu, which originated from Tobirama Senju and was modified by Aomizu himself, was still a bit too advanced for the six-year-old Shisui.
Just as Shisui nodded in earnest, a well-built adult ninja with graying hair walked into Aomizu’s family training ground.
“I happen to know a thing or two about kenjutsu myself,” the man said.
“Aomizu Uchiha, if you still have the courage to face me, why don’t you trade a few moves with me?” As he spoke, a pair of crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan slowly began to spin within his eye sockets.
The newcomer was quite famous within the Uchiha Clan.
His name was Yashiro Uchiha, a long-renowned Three-Tomoe Jonin in the clan, and a die-hard hawk faction member!