Naruto: Starting with Creating a Genius Persona

"You!" Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Jingxin Mingzhi School were immediately enraged and were about to teach this arrogant scoundrel who dared to mock their master's name a lesson.

"Alright, alright." Yixin acted as if she hadn't seen their actions: "Your master sent you here to lead the way, not to fight me. Don't waste time, hurry up and lead the way."

That calm yet slightly urging demeanor only made the disciples, who were holding back their energy, feel a lump in their throats.

The leading disciple glared at him fiercely, his chest heaving violently. Finally remembering his master's explicit instructions, he could only let out a heavy snort, suppressing his anger, and turned away, uttering a single, harsh word:

"Walk!"

The group walked through the wide streets of Crimson Armor City, the atmosphere silent and tense. The disciple leading the way walked swiftly, as if trying to shake off the trouble behind him with speed.

Yixin followed at a leisurely pace, his gaze sweeping over the blacksmith workshops and sword shops lining both sides of the street, listening to the rhythmic clanging sounds coming from inside, his expression calm, as if he were on a tour.

Before long, the group arrived at a rather large and solemn mansion in the city.

With its black tiles and white walls, the tall gate bears a plaque inscribed with the four characters "Quiet Mind, Wise Mind" in a powerful and vigorous style. Stepping through the gate and passing through the meticulously maintained garden, one arrives at the main temple.

The dojo was extremely spacious. At this moment, the two sides of the dojo were not empty, but occupied by a dozen or so middle-aged or elderly people with solemn auras and different clothes.

Some of them crossed their arms, while others sat upright, their eyes sharp as lightning, all fixed on Ishmael as he stepped into the dojo.

These people were all prominent dojo owners or renowned instructors in Red Armor City. An invisible pressure permeated the air, so solemn that you could hear a pin drop.

At the main seat directly in front of the dojo stood a tall and robust middle-aged man, as imposing as an iron tower. He wore a dark gray kendo uniform with a simple haori over it. His square face had strong lines, and his eyes were slightly closed beneath his thick eyebrows, as if he were dozing.

What is most eye-catching is a round iron rod that is completely black and whose material is indiscernible, placed beside him. Just by sitting there quietly, it gives people a sense of weight and an undeniable quality.

This man was none other than Yagyu Souichirou, the founder of the Jingxin Meishi-ryu school, the president of the Akakō Castle Swordsmanship Association, and a master swordsman.

The disciple who was leading the way quickly stepped forward and respectfully said to Yagyu Souichirou, "Master, the person has been brought."

Yagyu Soichiro slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was not particularly sharp or intimidating, but rather deep and profound, like an ancient well, carrying the majesty and insight accumulated over the years. He calmly turned his gaze to Isshin, who stood in the center of the dojo.

The entire dojo was completely silent. All the dojo masters and instructors watching held their breath, waiting for the swordsman to speak, and scrutinizing this young madman who dared to challenge them all the way here.

"You've traveled from south to north, conquering eight cities and over twenty establishments. I ask you, what is your purpose in doing this?"

Yagyu Souichirou did not immediately launch an attack. His deep gaze lingered on Isshin for a moment before he slowly spoke:

"Sharpen the sword in your hand, and prove the way in your heart. Furthermore..." Isshin paused, his voice steady, "I wish to establish a dojo here, in the name of the Ashina School, to pass on what I have learned."

"Oh?" Yagyu Souichirou narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his long, narrow slits:

"Now that you've arrived in Red Armor City, you must have the same intentions as before."

He raised a hand, his palm broad and thick, and pointed to both sides of the training ground: "Those in Crimson Armor City who have names and are qualified to be called instructors are all here today. If you want to verify it, it is right before your eyes."

Soichiro Yagyu's gaze returned to Isshin, and he continued, "As for your wish to establish a school here and teach students..."

A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "That's a matter for later! Once you can get past this hurdle and prove you're qualified, I, in my capacity as the president of the local swordsmanship association, will grant you the position of head swordsman."

His words were calm, yet they clearly conveyed immense pressure, making the atmosphere in the dojo increasingly heavy, almost tangible.

In the suffocating silence, Yixin suddenly laughed. His gaze swept over the displeased faces of the innkeepers on either side, and he spoke in a clear, matter-of-fact voice:

"Alright! Since you're all here, that makes things easier. Will you come one by one, or all at once?"

"rude!"

"presumptuous!"

"Arrogant fool!"

"You arrogant brat!"

These words were like cold water being poured into boiling oil, causing an immediate uproar on both sides of the dojo!

The museum owners could no longer contain themselves and began to angrily rebuke the situation.

They are all prominent figures in Red Armor City. When did they become so disrespected by a junior of unknown origin?

This is no longer a challenge, but a blatant humiliation!

"Let this old man teach you what manners are!" a sharp shout rang out.

On the left, a thin, monkey-like figure couldn't contain himself any longer. He leaped up and landed lightly opposite Yixin.

This man was about forty years old, with sharp eyes like a hawk. He wore two real swords, one long and one short, at his waist. He was none other than Kyosuke Asuka, the master of the "Hien-ni-no-ryu" school, famous for his rapid attacks with dual swords.

His right hand was already on the hilt of his longsword, his eyes fixed on Isshin, and he said in a cold voice, "Hien Two-Sword Style! Asuka Kyosuke!"

Isshin's expression remained unchanged, but his right hand firmly gripped the hilt of the slightly larger samurai sword at his waist, and he announced his name: "Isshin of Ashina School."

The moment the words left his mouth, Kyosuke Asuka moved!

With a clang, the long sword was drawn, bringing with it a flash of bright, cold light. His figure was truly like a swallow skimming the water, the tip of the sword aimed straight for Yixin's throat, fast, accurate, and ruthless!

At the same time, his left hand had already quietly pressed down on the short knife, ready to unleash a series of deadly moves!

However, Yixin was faster than him!

Almost the instant Asuka Kyosuke's longsword left its sheath, Isshin was also moved. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward!

This small step, however, precisely timed it to the limit of the opponent's blade strike just before it was fully unleashed.

With a jerk of his wrist, the scabbard sprang forward, striking Kyosuke Asuka's wrist with pinpoint accuracy, like an iron pestle!

"clang!"

The scabbard and guard clashed, producing a crisp metallic clang!

This power!?

Kyosuke Asuka felt a numbness in his wrist, and the trajectory of his swift thrust was abruptly interrupted. His subsequent short sword combo was also aborted. He was horrified and reacted extremely quickly, immediately changing his move to try to cut the scabbard with the blade.

But Yi Xin's movements were fluid and uninterrupted; at the moment of impact, his true blade flashed like a thunderclap!

choke!

The long sword is drawn, not as a quick draw slash, but by using the reaction force of the impact of the scabbard, combined with the twist of the waist, the blade slashes upwards at an extremely tricky angle, aiming at the armpit gap under Asuka Kyosuke, who is slightly raised due to the change of move!

So fast that only light and shadow remain!

Kyosuke Asuka's pupils contracted sharply, and at the last second, he barely managed to parry with his sword.

"Clang!"

The two swords clashed, sparks flying!

The force from the Isshin Blade far exceeded Kyosuke Asuka's expectations, causing his arm to go numb and his center gate to open again.

With a downward thrust, the blade lashed out like a whip, striking Kyosuke Asuka's side heavily.

"Hmm!"

Kyosuke Asuka groaned, his entire body thrown off the ground by the force of the blow, staggering and falling more than ten meters away. His long sword slipped from his hand and landed with a clatter on the polished stone slab. He clutched his stomach, curled up, and was unable to get up for a moment.

One round, and the outcome is decided!

The angry shouts in the dojo abruptly ceased, replaced by a suppressed gasp of surprise.

Kyosuke Asuka's dual-sword attack was quite famous in the Red Armor Castle, and he couldn't even finish a single turn.

"That's not how you fight!"

On the sidelines, a lean-faced master with a goatee, sitting in the back row, said to his disciples behind him, "The key to facing this kind of opponent is... well, it's about anticipating their power movements and breaking their rhythm."

The young disciple looked bewildered and instinctively asked, "Master, how exactly do I predict it? And how do I break its rhythm?"

"Well... the subtleties here cannot be fully conveyed in words. You need to observe more and comprehend more."

After finishing his speech, the goatee-bearded curator sat up straight and said no more, appearing unfathomable.