Infinity: The main god space starting from Naruto

Chapter 165: Fugaku learns martial arts, and uses his shadow clones
Uncle Tu tapped the ground with his long stick in his hand: "You just used the Sharingan to easily block my attack. But what if you encounter an opponent who is faster than you? Even if you can see the opponent's movements clearly, what's the use if your body can't keep up?"

Fugaku's expression froze. He recalled the scene when he fought against the Child of Corpse Nest. Although the Sharingan could predict the opponent's movement trajectory, in that extreme state, the body's reaction speed could not keep up with the eye's ability to capture.

His fingers gently stroked the long sticks: "A true master can accurately judge the opponent's attack even with his eyes closed. This requires an understanding of the nature of power, rather than simply relying on the eyes."

Uncle Tu suddenly swept his stick across, and Fugaku instantly saw the trajectory and blocked it with his long stick.

"Ding!" When the metals collided, Fugaku felt a sudden force passing through the stick, his wrist went numb, and the stick almost slipped out of his hand.

"Did you see that?" The uncle retracted his long stick. "My attack looked like a sweep, but it actually contained a pullback force. Although you blocked the sweep, you failed to resolve the pullback force."

"The spear is like a swimming dragon, and the staff is like rain. The essence of staff techniques lies in their unpredictability and variety." Uncle Tu pointed the long staff at the void, "Each strike contains multiple changes. You have to 'understand' the rhythm."

"In the final analysis, your physical skills foundation is still a little lacking." Uncle Tu tapped the ground with the long stick in his hand, making a crisp sound. "Well, let me teach you a set of Eight Desolate Stick Techniques. Although this set of stick techniques looks simple and direct, and the moves are not fancy, it is practical. Whether it is a head-on battle or a group battle, you can handle it with ease."

"Sweep across the wilderness!" Uncle Tu shouted in a low voice, and swept the long stick across the ground, with the shadow of the stick spreading out like a fan.

"Break through the air!" The long stick suddenly changed direction and went straight forward like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Shield posture!" The long stick was placed across the chest to form a defensive posture.

"Mountain collapse!" The long stick hit violently from bottom to top.

Fugaku watched every move intently, his Sharingan recording every detail of the move. However, he did not imitate it immediately, but instead carefully experienced the power-generating techniques contained therein.

“Let’s give it a try.” Uncle Tu stopped and stood up.

Fugaku nodded, holding the stick with both hands, and taking a starting stance. The long stick danced in his hands, and the moves were smooth and flowing, much smoother than before.

"Good!" Uncle Tu's eyes lit up, "I didn't expect you to understand it so quickly. But..."

He suddenly leaned forward and thrust his long stick at Fugaku's shoulder like lightning. Fugaku tried to dodge, but found that the angle of Tu's attack was tricky and there was no way to avoid it.

"boom!"

Fugaku took a hit on the shoulder, but the blow was not strong.

"Remember, stick techniques are important in actual combat. It's useless to just remember the moves. You have to experience the essence of them in actual combat." Uncle Tu took back the long stick, "Come on, come again!"

"Not bad, you're making rapid progress." Uncle Tu took back the long stick and nodded with satisfaction, "At this rate, you'll be able to fully master this set of stick techniques in about a month."

"One month?" Fugaku frowned. It was too long. He couldn't wait that long. The corpse king would attack in seven days. He had to find a way to improve his strength as soon as possible.

"Why, one month is too slow?" Uncle Tu was a little amused. "You are really greedy. You should know that most people cannot get started without a year or two. Unless you can divide yourself into ten parts and practice at the same time, this may be enough. Your talent has already made this old man...Huh?"

Before he could finish his words, Fugaku suddenly stuck his long stick into the ground and quickly formed seals with his hands.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of white smoke exploded in the training ground. When the smoke dissipated, more than a dozen identical Fugaku stood neatly in the center of the field, each holding a long stick, exactly the same as the original.

"What is this?" Uncle Tu widened his eyes and almost dropped the long stick in his hand.

"Shadow Clone Technique." Fugaku said, motioning for the clones to get ready. "These clones are not illusions, but entities. Everything they experience and learn will be fed back to the original body after they disappear."

If it was the previous Fugaku, he would definitely not be able to maintain so many high-quality clones. But since the fusion of Hashirama's cells, his chakra volume and recovery speed have been greatly improved, and he can still maintain more than a dozen shadow clones, after all, there is no need to fight.

"You mean," Uncle Tu seemed to understand something, "the experience gained from the cultivation of these clones can be passed on to you?"

Uncle Tu took a deep breath. He had been immersed in martial arts for decades, and this kind of training method was simply unheard of. You know, even the most amazing genius of ancient martial arts needs to practice hard day after day to get started.

But now, Fugaku used this method to directly compress the training time by more than ten times!
"Incredible," Uncle Tu muttered to himself, "With this method, let alone a month, even three days would be enough for you to master this set of stick techniques to perfection!"

At this time, each clone was practicing different moves, some were practicing basic skills, some were trying out different moves, and some were sparring with each other. The entire training ground was instantly covered by dense stick shadows.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sounds of metal colliding came one after another, and the underground training ground was echoing with the dense sounds of sticks hitting. Uncle Tu walked back and forth in the field, giving instructions from time to time.

Soon, Fugaku and his clones had been practicing for four full hours, and sweat soaked their clothes, but every "Fugaku" still maintained a high level of concentration.

Suddenly, the movement of one of the clones caught Uncle Tu's attention. He saw that the clone was practicing the "Air-Breaking Stab", but at the moment of retracting the stick, he added a clever turn, making the originally straightforward move become unpredictable.

"Interesting." Uncle Tu's eyes lit up. "You are not only repeating the movements, but also exploring the changes in the stick techniques at the same time?"

Fugaku nodded. "Each clone understands and practices the stick method from a different perspective. Some focus on the power techniques, some study the changes in moves, and some are experimenting with new changes in moves."

"Great!" Uncle Tu's eyes sparkled. "More than a dozen like-minded geniuses are studying martial arts at the same time and can share their insights. And all these insights will eventually converge on one person."

He suddenly thought of something, and a sly look flashed in his eyes: "Since you can create so many clones, why don't we do something more exciting?"

"What do you mean?" Fugaku raised his eyebrows.

"Of course it's actual combat training!" Uncle Tu turned the long stick in his hand, "Don't you have ten clones? It's just right for you to have a ten-on-one actual combat with me!"

Fugaku hesitated for a moment: "Your physical condition."

"Young men are better at fighting with fists, and old men are better at fighting with sticks!" Uncle Tu laughed loudly, full of energy, "But you are not allowed to use your eyes, just use the stick techniques you just learned!" Fugaku nodded. As a ninja, he was more accustomed to fighting with ninjutsu and eye techniques. His physical strength was not outstanding, and close combat was even weaker. This actual combat training was a good opportunity to make up for his shortcomings.

"Go!" Ten clones raised their sticks and rushed towards Uncle Tu at the same time, and the long sticks whistled towards them.

Uncle Tu seemed to have anticipated this, and nimbly dodged the frontal attack. He turned the long stick in his hand, and "Eight Desolations Sweep" swept directly towards the two clones.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two clones dissipated in response. The remaining clones quickly adjusted their formation and tried to attack from different angles.

Uncle Tu's movements were smooth and flowing, and the long stick seemed to have life in his hands. He easily dealt with attacks from all directions, sometimes sweeping, sometimes stabbing, and each move was extremely precise.

"Staff techniques require speed, accuracy and ruthlessness!" Uncle Tu instructed as he calmly dealt with attacks from all directions. "Your movements are too rigid. You need to be flexible! Be adaptable!"

"Keep going! Don't stop!" Uncle Tu shouted as he suddenly changed his move with the long stick in his hand, and sent a "Mountain Collapse" straight to the face of one of the clones. The clone hastily blocked it, but was deflected by the clever force, and his center of gravity was suddenly disrupted.

Fugaku immediately understood what Uncle Tu meant. He was trying to feed him some moves. He quickly formed hand seals and added new clones to continue fighting.

"Sweep across the eight wildernesses!" one of the clones shouted and swept out with a long stick.

Uncle Tu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his body sank slightly, and the long stick was like a snake coming out of a cave, passing under the attack of the clone and going straight to his abdomen.

"Bang!" Another clone disappeared.

Fugaku observed the changes on the field attentively. He could feel that the experience accumulated after each clone disappeared made his understanding of the stick technique more profound.

The battle lasted for more than ten minutes. Later, Fugaku stopped replenishing clones, and the number of clones in the field became fewer and fewer. However, as the number of people decreased, the remaining clones cooperated more and more tacitly. They began to try various combination attacks, gradually putting some pressure on Uncle Tu.

"Breaking air!"

"Collapse Mountain Strike!"

"Shield force!"

The three clones cooperated tacitly and formed an offensive and defensive formation. Uncle Tu was forced to retreat continuously. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

At this moment, Uncle Tu felt as if he was in a constantly upgraded battle simulator. Whenever he felt that he had mastered the opponent's rhythm, Fugaku's clone would immediately adjust his strategy and use a new combination of moves. This ability to improve rapidly made Uncle Tu both excited and frightened.

"Bang! Bang!"

There were two more crisp sounds, and only the last two clones were left on the field. However, the coordination between the two clones had reached perfection, their movements were smooth, and there was no flaw in the transition between offense and defense.

"I can't take it anymore," Uncle Tu panted and signaled to stop. "My old bones are really not going well. You are just like a monster that can evolve. It's only been a short while and even I can't handle it anymore!"

Fugaku released his shadow clones, and felt a wave of fatigue in his body. Although he had fused Hashirama's cells, the feedback from the experience of so many clones still made him feel dizzy.

"Take a break." Uncle Tu saw his condition, then took out a black token from his arms and threw it to Fugaku.

Fugaku took the token and felt it was cold. The token was pitch black, with the ancient Chinese characters "Yanhuang" carved on the surface and "Wushen Pavilion" carved on the back.

"Martial God Pavilion?" Fugaku looked up at Uncle Tu.

"Yes, that is the most important martial arts treasure house of our Yanhuang." Uncle Tu sat down on the bench and picked it up. "Although it is now open to the public, anyone who is a member of the Dancing Corpse Hunter Alliance can enter. However, those are only basic skills. The truly precious martial arts classics are still strictly kept in the core area."

Uncle Tu sat on the bench and picked up the teacup beside him: "Young people nowadays are so lucky. Back then, these skills were all secrets of the major sects. Some sects would rather break the inheritance than pass it on to others."

He took a sip of tea, a look of reminiscence on his face. "Later, the headquarters forced all sects to hand over their secret manuals. At first, there was a big commotion. Those sect leaders who were usually high and mighty were jumping for joy more than anyone else."

"However, the headquarters soon summoned all the sect leaders for an 'in-depth exchange'." Uncle Tu said this in a subtle tone, "These sects are usually mysterious, but when it comes to a critical moment, how many of them can be used?"

"Instead of letting these skills be buried deep underground, it is better to gather them together for the benefit of future generations. If you go to the Martial God Pavilion now, you will see that those secrets that were once not passed on are neatly placed on the shelves for anyone to read. This is how the current martial arts boom was created."

Fugaku could tell that there must be an unusual story behind this "in-depth communication", probably similar to the village's sealed book. However, this was good news for him, as he could gain a deeper understanding of the cultivation methods of this world.

"You are a gifted kid, and you have those eyes to help you." Uncle Tu patted Fugaku's shoulder, "Go to the Martial God Pavilion and choose a technique that suits you. You will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."

"Thank you." Fugaku bowed to Uncle Tu solemnly from the bottom of his heart. No matter in which world, it is a rare fate to meet an elder who is willing to teach him everything he knows.

"You're welcome." Uncle Tu waved his hand. "Come and visit me often when you have time. You can exchange ideas with me, an old man."

Ten minutes later, Fugaku followed a guard in black uniform to the Wushen Pavilion, a twelve-story ancient building made entirely of blue-gray boulders.

The moment you step into the Martial God Pavilion, a rich scent of books hits you in the face. The entire hall is softly lit, and rows of wooden bookshelves are inlaid on the surrounding walls, extending all the way to the ceiling.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a green robe came forward quickly and said, "Comrade, please show me your token."

Fugaku took out the token, and the middle-aged man took it and examined it carefully. Then his expression changed: "So it's a special level of authority. I'm sorry. Please come this way."

Following the direction indicated by the middle-aged man, Fugaku walked into an elevator. As the elevator rose, he could see the books displayed on each floor through the glass wall. Tens of thousands of ancient books were neatly arranged on the bookshelves. Some had turned yellow, while others were beautifully bound.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator stopped at the top floor.

Unlike the grand scale of the floors below, the space on the top floor is not large. There is only a pitch-black bookshelf standing quietly. There are less than twenty ancient books on the bookshelf, and each book exudes a different atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)