The Senju remnants of the Uchiha clan

Chapter 11 What is Art?

Aburame Shiwei stood leisurely in the middle of the training ground, facing the three Shiratori who were ready not far away.

Looking at the three team members lined up in a row, Zhiwei showed an expression of "as expected".

"It seems like there is no tactics..." He nodded, but he didn't blame himself too much in his heart. After all, it was the first day of forming a team, so it was reasonable that there was no tacit understanding and cooperation between each other.

"Are you ready?"

"I'm ready, Mr. Zhiwei."

"Well, let's get started."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong was the first to rush out, shocking Shiratori.

So irritable?
As a ninja of illusion and a back-row warrior who is good at ambush people, why should I do the work of a front-row warrior?
Can I only say that he is worthy of being a warrior who dares to fight Itachi in illusion...

Zhiwei stood there without moving, watching Hong rushing towards him. He just slightly turned sideways and avoided the kunai attack.

The next person to arrive was Ibiki, who also took out a kunai and slashed at Zhiwei's chest. However, Zhiwei was not so polite to this man who looked older than himself...

Snapped!
Ibiki's wrist was pinched by the other party and then thrown to the side. The poor uncle immediately turned into a rolling gourd and rolled on the ground for seven or eight times before getting up in embarrassment.

Zhiwei turned his gaze to the last white bird.

The white bird scratched its head and did not move forward, but began to move in circles around Zhiwei.

Are you kidding! Shiratori doesn't think that his frontal taijutsu can fight against an elite jonin, even if he has the Sharingan and the physique of the Senju clan, it won't work.

No matter how talented you are, this body is only that of a seven-year-old!

Looking at the white bird circling around him, Zhiwei's face showed surprise - although the white bird could not see the terrorist's expression at all.

"Not impatient, not anxious, interesting..."

At this time, Ibiki sneaked up and wanted to attack from the side and rear.

Zhiwei turned his waist and kicked Ibiki without even turning his head, sending him flying another seven or eight meters. On the other side, Hong was running while performing hand seals, trying to look Zhiwei in the eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Illusion—"

Zhiwei’s response was also very simple. He chose to hold his head high and not look into Hong’s eyes at all.

"Hey?"

Can it still be like this?
Hong was a little at a loss. He was forced to stop the seal he had just completed. He stood there, unable to move forward or backward.

"Now!" Seizing the opportunity when Zhiwei looked up, Bai Niao, who had been wandering outside the battlefield, finally took action.

He grasped the kunai with his backhand, and the blue lightning immediately drew Zhiwei's attention back here.

"Thunderbolt Thunder Tooth Blade!"

Zhiwei jumped into the air, and although his movements were a little hasty, he still avoided the attack by a hair's breadth. The kunai, flashing with electric light, stabbed fiercely into the ground where Zhiwei had just stood.

"The timing is good. If you can increase the speed a little bit more——"

Zhiwei in the air praised, but before he finished speaking, he saw Shiratori had already decisively thrown away the kunai, and the movement of forming seals with his hands almost left an afterimage!

"This is my ultimate move, Master Zhiwei... Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

The blazing flames condensed into a fireball several meters in diameter, and flew quickly towards Zhiwei who had nowhere to land in the air.

There is no way to avoid it!

Feeling the oncoming heat wave, Zhiwei's expression became more and more satisfied - but if he wants to defeat me, these are far from enough!
"Come on stage... Parasite."

With a buzzing sound, thick black smoke suddenly filled Zhiwei's body.

If you look closely, you will find that this is not black smoke at all, but densely packed and overwhelming insects!

Seeing this, Hong and Ibiki, who had just gotten up, turned pale. It was unclear how harmful this thing was, but the mental stimulation... was really high.

"How disgusting..." Hong couldn't help but say.

Hearing this, Zhiwei, who was disliked by his teammates, became a little withdrawn, but he did not stop his actions.

Countless parasitic insects rushed towards the fireball. They did not choose to collide head-on, but quickly surrounded the surface of the fireball and began to absorb chakra!

However, in the blink of an eye, the fireball, which had just flown half the distance, was reduced in size by half because a large amount of its fire chakra was sucked away.

Seeing this scene, Bai Niao did not panic, but uttered a word -

"burst!"

boom--

The fireball...exploded!

The first to bear the brunt of the attack were the parasitic insect army. The shockwaves from the explosion spread out in all directions, completely breaking up their formation. At the same time, the high-temperature flames ignited their bodies, turning them into charred dust that floated down from the sky.

Aburame Shiwei was also caught off guard by this sudden scene. With nowhere to gain support in mid-air, he was blown far away by the aftermath of the explosion. When he landed, he staggered and almost fell.

"As expected of a genius of the Uchiha clan..." He looked at Shiratori, the amazement in his eyes almost showing through his sunglasses!

The white bird rubbed its nose and chuckled a little shyly.

Deidara, the famous demolition boss in the ninja world, once said that art is explosion!

Shiratori deeply agreed with this.

The main killing method of Fire Style is to burn the enemy. On this basis, everyone has their own understanding.

Some choose to increase the shape changes, some choose to increase the killing range, and some will try every means to increase the temperature of the flame.

As Shiratori is a descendant of the Uchiha and Senju bloodlines, his chakra control ability and chakra amount are both excellent, so what he chose is... compression!
Every time he released a basic form of Fire Style Ninjutsu - such as Great Fireball, Phoenix Fire and the like, he would choose to draw more chakra, and rely on the Uchiha clan's natural control over chakra to compress the technique as much as possible, and then at the moment of contact with the enemy or under his own precise control... create an explosion!
The power of Fire Style Ninjutsu with the explosion attribute added will be greatly increased. In addition to being burned by flames, the enemy will also be baptized by the flame shock wave.

Well, that’s how the glass in the teaching building was lost when I bullied Asuma during the graduation exam... (Setsuna: That’s how I lost my money too...)
Closer to home.

Zhiwei pushed up his sunglasses and felt a little tricky.

It's not that Shiratori's strength has reached the level that can threaten him, an elite jonin - Shiratori is very strong, especially considering that he is only seven years old, which can be said to be ridiculously strong.

Even if he was fighting against a senior Chunin, with his strength he would definitely make the opponent panic.

But it is still not enough to defeat Aburame Zhiwei!
Zhiwei has made up his mind to only defend and not attack. If conditions permit, he doesn't even want to move. He will just stand there and lightly block all attacks from the three little ones, showing off his status as a team-leading ninja to the maximum extent.

However, Shiratori's fire escape is really unreasonable. If he just stands there and acts as a target, there is a slight risk of falling over...

"It seems like we need to show some real strength." Zhiwei put his hands together, and his eyes behind the sunglasses became a little serious, "Mystic Insect Storm."

hum-

Countless parasitic insects flew out from all parts of Zhiwei's body, like a black smoke exploding, covering his figure. Then they quickly spread to the surroundings, covering half of the training ground in the blink of an eye!

Looking at the black army of insects, Xi Rihong's face became paler and paler. For a little girl, the scene before her was too terrifying.

Ibiki was also sweating profusely, but he still maintained his basic judgment. He pulled Yuhi Kurenai aside and looked at Shiratori with encouraging eyes.

He was not a ninja who was good at frontal combat. Through the battle just now, he understood one thing - Shiratori was a monster! All they could do was to give the ball to... no, to give the field to the strongest player, and then run to the side and shout 666. Remember not to cause trouble for the big brother.

Hero, uncle, I believe in you!

Facing Ibiki's shining eyes, Shiratori rolled his eyes, then looked solemnly at the visually impactful black fog in front of him.

Teacher Zhiwei, you really think highly of me...

(End of this chapter)