From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 368 The Monster's Ambition

After a few moments of standoff in the courtyard, Asma made his move.

This time, he was facing Konoha's White Fang, not the Grey Dog. With the body of a six-year-old child, he had no choice but to take the initiative and attack first; to strike back would be suicide.

Asuma's figure blurred instantly after he started moving. It wasn't just that he was fast; in fact, his speed was only similar to Kakashi's when he rushed towards him. He was just using everything around him to create opportunities for himself.

The interplay of moonlight, bamboo shadows, and lantern light, along with an extremely eerie, gliding footwork, created a winding afterimage that sliced ​​out from the side, aiming straight for Shuo Mao's ribs at an incredibly tricky angle.

Shuo Mao's eyes gleamed; if they weren't in a standoff, he probably would have shouted "Good!" again.

This thrust completely avoided the area where his frontal momentum was strongest, choosing instead the flank where his perception and defense were relatively weak!
Instead of retreating, Sakumo advanced, his body slightly shifting to the side. A cold, moon-like light flashed in the wooden sword in his hand as he met Asuma's side slash with perfect precision, aiming at the tip of Asuma's wooden sword.

"Damn it, shameless!"

Seeing Sakumo's attack, Asuma cursed inwardly, "That shameless bastard actually wants to take the hit by relying on his strength and chakra advantage."

Ding!
A crisp, metallic clang rang out! It was clearly a clash of wooden swords, yet it produced a piercing, sharp sound!

Asuma felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed train; his entire arm instantly went numb and weak, and the chakra he had gathered on the wooden sword was instantly shattered by the sharp blade energy contained within it!
His attack collapsed instantly, and his body staggered backward uncontrollably, but the wooden sword in his hand remained miraculously intact.

Differs greatly!

It wasn't a difference in skill, but a crushing defeat in strength, speed, and chakra.

Of course, there was also an element of showing off; the fact that the wooden sword didn't break meant that Sakumo would continue.

He forcefully twisted his body, and using the momentum of his backward stumble, he swung his wooden sword down, aiming at Sakumo's slightly forward-leaning calf.

A genuine hint of admiration flashed in Sakumo's eyes. He shifted his feet, moving half a step to the side as if by teleportation, and then unleashed a slash. His blade wasn't fast, but it carried a heavy weight that seemed to lock onto the space, as if the entire weight of the courtyard was concentrated on that wooden sword. It slashed diagonally toward Asuma's shoulder, and as the wooden sword moved, one could even see it crumbling inch by inch under the pressure.

There was no way to avoid it!
Asuma's pupils contracted sharply; at that moment, he actually felt the threat of death...

"That old Deng is absolutely terrible!"

He knew that this was Sakumo trying to unleash his full potential.

If you want to watch it, then watch it!

At that moment, his brain worked at an unprecedented speed. Sakumo's movements seemed to be slowed down and dissected in his eyes. The exertion of muscles, the flow of chakra, the trajectory of the blade, the resistance of the air... countless pieces of information were captured, analyzed, and deduced in an instant...

"We can't stop it! We can't stop it! We have to dismantle it!"

"The direction of force transmission... tilted to the right rear..."

"Lower your center of gravity, shift your left arm... step back half a step with your right leg to build up momentum... update the rotation angle..."

This isn't how ninjas fight; this is Wu Zhu's fighting style...

At that moment, he seemed to transform into a fighting machine like Wu Zhu. Just as the wooden sword was about to strike, Asuma's body made a move that defied common sense. His center of gravity suddenly sank, and his body half-spun to the right and back. His left arm did not block straight, but instead met Sakumo's sword back at an extremely subtle angle and with a rotation. At the same time, his right leg slid backward, and his whole body, like a spinning top being whipped, used the enormous force of Sakumo's sword to spin and fly backward!

scoff!

Asma's left sleeve was torn by the blade's energy, leaving a shallow, burning bloodstain on his arm. But he had successfully avoided the fate of having his arm crippled or even seriously injured in one strike! He landed spinning, his steps somewhat unsteady, but he still stood firmly, his wooden sword held horizontally in front of him, then exploded into countless fragments.

Just now, he had mobilized almost all the potential of this young body and drained the brain's computing power. Now, all he wanted to do was sleep.

Then, he collapsed to the ground with a thud and fell into a deep, infantile sleep.

Sakumo, on the other hand, remained standing in place, his eyes filled with indescribable shock, still holding his sword.

What just happened?
His strike, seemingly simple, actually locked down all of Asuma's possible dodge routes. He anticipated various outcomes, such as Asuma blocking, taking the hit head-on, or rolling awkwardly, but he hadn't expected this one!
Precise rotational force dissipation down to the millimeter... near-predictive judgment of the force trajectory...

A technique that utilizes the enemy's strength to achieve a near-perfect evasion under an absolute power imbalance, a skill akin to dancing on a knife's edge...

He didn't know what a computer was, but he knew another word: Dao Chan (刀禅).
Just now, this six-year-old child displayed, in a fleeting moment, a rudimentary state of being one with the sword, akin to "sword Zen"!
Have I wasted all these years of my life?!
Subconsciously, he glanced at his son and thought of the two words he had just heard.

Greyhound!

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"Dangdangdangdang..."

A month later, in the courtyard of the Hatake family, two figures, one tall and one short, tumbled and leaped across the training ground.

If you look closely, you'll notice that the two figures move incredibly fast, seemingly at an extreme speed, but their range of movement is actually very small. They appear to be rapidly switching between offense and defense within a small circle in the center of the training area.

Off the field, Kakashi stared at the two inside the training ground, dumbfounded and utterly despondent.

who I am? Where am I? What am I going to do?
By the way, my name is Kakashi Hatake, I think I'm a genius.

genius?

Looking back now, he wishes he could dig a hole in the ground and disappear.

Genius! But even genius is nothing in front of monsters!
No, genius is merely the threshold to facing monsters.

Right before my eyes was a monster.

In just one month, under White Fang's guidance, he was able to fight White Fang on the field.

The chopping was quite impressive.

Looking at the two figures, White Fang's movements were as swift as lightning and as fast as thunder. Even his wooden sword was faintly wrapped with a layer of electric light. Asuma, who was fighting him, seemed to have transformed into the wind. The wind was unpredictable and appeared and disappeared. The two had been facing off for more than ten minutes, and their wooden swords had not even clashed once.

Every time he witnessed their incredibly dangerous attacks, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if his scalp was about to explode. Putting himself in their shoes, he felt he couldn't even withstand a single blow.

"when……"

While his thoughts were in turmoil, he heard a loud bang in the arena. He looked up sharply and knew that this was the first and last time the wooden swords in their hands would clash that day.

In the arena, watching his wooden sword turn to dust while the opponent's White Fang's wooden sword was only chipped, Asuma exclaimed, "Master's control of strength is truly precise!"

White Fang sheathed his sword and gave a wry smile. "You've integrated wind-style chakra into your swordplay, creating your own unique style. In terms of swordsmanship alone, you're already on par with me. All you lack is time."

“There’s plenty of time,” Asma laughed.

He has now completed the nature transformation of the five chakra natures and possesses chakra of all five natures. However, wind and fire are natures he was born with, and he is naturally more skilled at manipulating them. Most importantly, the existence of White Fang has helped him fill the most important gap in his swordsmanship: localization.

Yes, he is a grandmaster of martial arts, and his swordsmanship is inherited from Wang Xianzhi. He has also incorporated the style of Wu Zhu's combat robot and the swordsmanship of several martial arts worlds, and has already reached the pinnacle. However, this is not the ancient world of myriad realms. This is a different realm, and the underlying logic is different. The key is to combine chakra with swordsmanship and deploy his swordsmanship in a localized way.

Once this step is completed, he can put down his swordsmanship and focus on researching the fusion of chakra into a bloodline limit.

To at least fuse one bloodline limit to increase one's physical potential.

But he wasn't in a hurry. There were still more than a decade before Shippuden began, and the Third Shinobi World War was in between. He had plenty of time.

(End of this chapter)