Yashiro Uchiha’s Three-Tomoe Sharingan radiated a murderous intent.
His cold ocular power fell upon Aomizu, causing the temperature of the entire training ground to drop by several degrees.
In the Ninja World, a Three-Tomoe Uchiha possessed a terrifying reputation: “In a one-on-one, flee immediately; only two Jonin may attempt to engage them, sandwiching them from front and back depending on the circumstances.” Shisui flickered to stand in front of Aomizu, raising his short tanto and narrowing his eyes…
“Shisui, do not be rude to our senior.” Aomizu pulled Shisui back behind him, turning his head to give him a warning look, a red light flashing in his eyes.
The meaning was clear: *You are not allowed to expose your Sharingan!* Shisui pursed his lips and lightly tugged Aomizu’s sleeve, indicating that he understood.
“Yashiro-senpai, this is the Aomizu family’s training ground, a small place where we brothers usually train.
How did you manage to wander in here today?” Aomizu turned his head, staring directly into Yashiro Uchiha’s eyes without flinching.
He spoke slowly, “If I remember correctly, I posted a warning sign at the entrance clearly stating that this is Aomizu territory…” “So, is Yashiro-senpai here to exchange kenjutsu tips, or did you just want to find a random excuse to fight me?” Aomizu’s tone was still polite, but his gaze grew sharp.
Although his current persona was “the Tobirama Uchiha who is well-versed in the Will of Fire,” that did not mean he had to welcome an enemy who barged into his home with a smiling face.
Aomizu’s training ground was spacious and hard to miss; there was absolutely no possibility of getting lost.
And this unwelcome guest was Yashiro Uchiha, a key figure among the hawkish faction of the Uchiha…
“Is it because of my criticism of the Sharingan?
Or did my Water Style and fighting style displease some old relics from the Warring States Period?
It seems they want to force a lesson on me…” Aomizu sneered inwardly as a surge of battle intent rose in his chest.
Coincidentally, Aomizu had indeed been planning to find an opportunity to seriously fight a powerful Jonin to test his own limits and establish a precise benchmark for his strength.
In a world as unforgiving as the Ninja World, which resembled a dark forest, Aomizu’s current arsenal of Water Style, Genjutsu, and the Sharingan still did not give him a sufficient sense of security.
“Hmph…
Brat, that doesn’t matter.
What matters is that your current line of thinking is very dangerous and needs to be corrected!” After Yashiro Uchiha said this, his own face twitched slightly.
He was a Three-Tomoe Uchiha nearly thirty years old, yet Setsuna Uchiha had actually ordered him to deal with a child who hadn’t even graduated from the Ninja Academy!
Had it not been for Setsuna Uchiha’s absolute insistence and the fact that Aomizu had utterly thrashed Obito—a promising future prospect for the hawkish faction—Yashiro Uchiha would have never wanted to carry out this mission.
In his eyes, losing was impossible, but winning would still be a disgrace!
No matter how much of a genius Aomizu was, even if he had instantly defeated the Two-Tomoe Obito Uchiha, his title was still just a student of the Ninja Academy…
The Uchiha Clan generally revered battles between the strong.
Bullying the weak within the clan in this manner was highly disreputable.
Shisui’s small face flushed red with anger.
If Aomizu hadn’t stopped him with a glance, Shisui would have hurled whatever crude curses he barely knew!
Was this not bullying an honest person!
Practicing kenjutsu at home with his beloved brother, only for a Three-Tomoe to suddenly barge in—who could stand such an intrusion?
Even Tobirama Senju sneered, commenting, “For the Uchiha Clan to fall to such a low…
sending a Three-Tomoe to deal with an academy student.
Such laughable narrow-mindedness and pettiness is a far cry from the Warring States Period when Madara Uchiha was in power…” “Based on this detail alone, I dare say that with the Monkey and Danzo working together, the current Uchiha Clan won’t be able to stir up any real trouble…” “Brat, there’s no need to fear him.
This old man will tell you how to deal with him.
With me here, you cannot lose!” Aomizu smiled handsomely.
“Tobirama, I have learned your Water Style and Genjutsu, so do not worry about me.
I also have both your kenjutsu and Izuna Uchiha’s to back me up.
At worst, I still have my Two-Tomoe Sharingan.” “I am glad you care about me.
I am very comforted to see the Will of Fire in you.
It seems during your time inside my body, you have indeed learned many fine qualities…” Tobirama Senju’s expression was priceless.
Upon hearing the keywords “Water Style” and “Genjutsu,” the corners of Tobirama’s mouth had twitched up slightly, but hearing the name of Izuna Uchiha made his eyes turn dangerously sharp, almost causing him to unleash a torrent of curses.
And then, Aomizu’s expression of comfort at seeing the Will of Fire in Tobirama Senju truly left him completely speechless.
*Wait, does this brat even know who I am?* *I, Tobirama Senju, the actual leader of the Senju Clan and the Second Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village!* *And you, a wet-behind-the-ears Uchiha, are actually critiquing this old man?* *Back in the day, Izuna Uchiha couldn’t even see straight when facing me.
Do you have any idea how formidable I am?!* Yet, strangely enough, Tobirama Senju did not get angry.
Instead, he waved his hand and said with a faint trace of a smile, “Be gone, brat.
If you lose this time, don’t you dare talk to me about the Will of Fire again.” “Let me tell you, whether in the Uchiha, the Senju, Konoha, or the entire Ninja World, only the victors have the right to speak of the Will of Fire.
The defeated have no right to open their mouths!” Aomizu nodded in agreement, then shook his head in mock disappointment.
“Tobirama, those words of yours do not align with the Will of Fire at all.
I will have to teach you…” “Brat, I am speaking to you!
Did you not hear me?!” Yashiro Uchiha shouted coldly, “If you don’t have the courage to face me, then attend the clan meeting next week and apologize for your remarks in front of everyone.
This matter will end there.” “You are still just an academy student.
The clan will not make things difficult for you.
As long as you turn back from your misguided path, you might even receive nurturing from the clan…” Yashiro Uchiha’s expression was sincere, looking very much like someone who did not wish to fight Aomizu.
And in truth, this was indeed the case.
Although Yashiro Uchiha belonged to the hawkish faction, he did not make a habit of bullying children within the clan.
But what he did not expect was…
Aomizu picked up Muramasa, twirled it into a beautiful flourish, and spoke slowly: “You interrupted my conversation with my friend, senior.” “Although you, Yashiro-senpai, have abandoned the pride of the Uchiha Clan, I cannot disgrace the honor of my surname.
Words are useless now.
Draw your blade.” Yashiro Uchiha’s face burned slightly.
The honor of the Uchiha Clan prevented Aomizu from backing down, yet he himself, as a Three-Tomoe, was picking a fight with a child of his own clan.
This was practically no different from being a street thug…
“Brat, I am also acting on behalf of someone else…
However, since we are fighting, I will not hold back.” Yashiro Uchiha solemnly drew his katana.
The moment his voice fell, he blurred into an afterimage, moving toward Aomizu at high speed.
Aomizu snorted coldly, charging straight ahead to meet him without dodging!
*Isn’t it just clashing blades?* *You dare to clash blades with me, Aomizu Uchiha?