Naruto: Starting with Creating a Genius Persona

"Damn it! Don't be so arrogant!" Another angry roar came from the right, and a burly man with a red face, holding a strange weapon, a chain sickle with a sharp scythe and a heavy iron ball connected at the end of a long handle, strode out.

"Hiren-kusarigama-ryu - Shimazu Shigekuni!"

He stood facing Isshin, assuming a fighting stance. The chains jingled softly, and the scythe and iron ball, one in front and one behind, subtly blocked Isshin's space to dodge left and right.

Isshin remained expressionless and replied briefly: "Ashina School, Isshin."

The moment the words left his mouth, Shimazu Shigekuni moved!

With a flick of his wrist, the heavy iron ball flew out first, tracing a long arc as it crashed into the ground to the side of Yixin, intended to block and disrupt his position. At the same time, he stepped forward, and the real killing move, the sharp scythe that followed closely behind the iron ball and silently slashed towards Yixin's ankle like a viper's tongue, suddenly struck!

The combination of mid-to-long-range suppression and unpredictable attacks is the essence of the Kusarigama fighting style.

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, in the blink of an eye between the iron ball crashing to the ground and the scythe striking, he moved with a series of swift, elusive steps, his body as swift as a willow in the wind. With an almost intuitive precision, he narrowly avoided the scythe's eerie arc, while simultaneously taking a half-step back, just enough to clear the area where the iron ball might bounce up.

Seeing that his first attack had missed, Shimazu Shigekuni immediately changed his move. He pulled his arm back, the chains rattling, and the scythe and the iron ball seemed to be alive as they crossed in the air, one slicing off heads and the other sweeping legs, the attacks coming one after another!

However, it seemed that Yixin had already seen through this attack pattern that intertwined reality and illusion.

He stopped retreating and, in the subtle gap between the old and new forces used in the chain technique, he suddenly stepped forward, and this time the long sword in his hand was finally fully drawn!

choke!

The blade flashed like a cascading waterfall, not aimed at the chains or the scythe, but rather, with greater speed and a straighter path, it thrust directly at the central axis of Shimazu Shigekuni's body, which he had to maintain by manipulating the chains!

Use offense as defense, and strike at the vital points!

Shimazu Shigekuni was shocked and hurriedly parried with his chain while dodging to the side.

"Clang!"

The blade pierced the middle of the chain as the defender hurriedly returned to defend, sparks flying everywhere.

With a sudden jerk of his wrist, a tremendous force surged through the chains, causing Shimazu Shigekuni to feel a burning sensation in his palm as the chains nearly went out of control.

As Isshin's sword strike was not yet finished, he pressed down the moment the thrust was blocked, the blade sliding along the chain, the tsuba striking heavily below Shimazu Shigekuni's exposed ribs as he turned to the side!

"Bang!"

"Ugh!" Shimazu Shigekuni cried out in pain, his burly body trembling violently as he staggered backward. His chain technique completely collapsed, leaving him wide open.

With unwavering focus, a swift and decisive kick struck him squarely in the chest and abdomen.

"Thump!"

Shimazu Shigekuni was kicked backward, his back slamming against the wall at the edge of the dojo with a dull thud. He slowly slid to the ground, his kusarigama slipping from his hand, and he couldn't stand up for a moment.

Another round, clean and decisive!

These people's weapons are really strange and varied. Are these guys really swordsmen?

"I think to myself."

At this moment, the dojo fell into a deathly silence, and the remaining dojo masters all showed deep fear and solemnity on their faces.

Soichiro Yagyu remained kneeling in the main seat, his face calm and composed, as if the outcome of the match had not stirred any emotion in him.

His gaze swept over the silent museum owners on either side, his voice not loud, but carrying an invisible pressure:

"Is there anyone else willing to step in and guide this young swordsman who has traveled from afar?"

The owners exchanged glances. Some subconsciously looked away, some lowered their heads to straighten their already neat clothes, and one coughed lightly, stroking his beard as if deep in thought.

For a moment, only the faint rustling of clothes and a slightly awkward silence remained in the dojo.

The previous bravado and scathing rebukes have vanished completely.

"snort!"

A muffled, cold snort suddenly broke the silence. Yagyu Soichiro's tall figure stood up, his wide haori hem fluttering even without wind.

He didn't look at anyone; his right toe simply flicked the end of the dark iron rod lying horizontally on the ground with a seemingly casual motion.

"Buzz!"

The heavy iron rod, made of an unknown material, flew up and transformed into a blurry black shadow, spinning and whistling as it flew towards the center of the dojo!

And Yagyu Soichiro himself moved at almost the same moment!

His burly figure unleashed an astonishing speed that belied his size. He moved faster than others, catching up with the iron rod in mid-air. With a flick of his fan-like right hand, he firmly grasped the spinning weapon in his palm!

There was no declaration of war, no greeting, and not even a glance was exchanged.

While in mid-air, Yagyu Soichiro used the momentum of his forward rush and descent to grip the middle of the iron rod with both hands and smash it down head-on towards Isshin in the center of the arena with a powerful, mountain-splitting force!

"Ugh!"

The iron rod pierced the air with a heavy, mournful wail, as if even the air itself had been crushed and pushed aside by this strike!

Before the baton even arrived, the pure, savage, and suffocating wind pressure had already hit them, violently pulling the stray hairs from Ichishin's forehead backward!

Faced with this thunderous attack, Yixin showed no fear, but instead felt a burning fighting spirit.

His muscles bulged, he neither dodged nor evaded, he exhaled loudly, gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and unleashed a powerful upward slash from below, a simple yet forceful strike that concentrated all his strength!

"Well done!"

"clang!!!!!"

The clash of swords and clubs produced a deafening metallic clang far more terrifying than any previous collision, almost shattering eardrums! Blinding sparks exploded like fireworks!

An indescribable, violent force surged through the blade, causing Isshin's specially made hard-soled boots to rub violently against the bluestone slabs, producing a teeth-grinding "squeak" sound. He slid back more than three feet, plowing two clear tracks into the ground.

His arm felt slightly numb, his blood was surging, but he was also shocked and excited—what great strength!

However, even more shocked than him was Yagyu Souichirou! His sure-fire, preemptive strike, aimed high above, had been blocked head-on by this boy!?

Moreover, the recoil force from the other end of the iron bar was heavy and brute, causing his arms to tremble slightly and almost causing him to lose his grip!

How is that possible?

He was born with superhuman strength, and with decades of hard training, the power of his staff was enough to shatter boulders and steel. Ordinary warriors would collapse at the mere touch of it. This young man not only received the blow, but also had the strength to counterattack.

"What strength!" Yagyu Soichiro couldn't help but roar, his surprise instantly turning into a fierce battle.

His arm muscles bulged like steel bars, and with a pull and a push of the iron rod, he changed from smashing to stabbing, like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, directly attacking the heart, chest and abdomen!

Faster speed, more concentrated power!

"Come on!" Yixin laughed loudly, as if the ferocity in his bones had been aroused.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, twisting his waist and hips, and held the blade horizontally, using the thick guard and spine as a shield to meet the attack head-on once again!

"Thump!!!"

The dull thud was like the impact of a giant bell. Isshin's body shuddered, and cracks spread across the stone slab beneath his feet. Yagyu Soichiro was also shaken by the recoil.

Their eyes met, and there was no longer any probing intent; only the most primal power and madness clashed!

"Bang bang bang! Clang clang clang!"

The center of the dojo instantly became the eye of a storm!

Completely abandoning the art of maneuvering and technique, his swordsmanship became bold and unrestrained, each strike powerful and heavy, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air. Whether slashing, chopping, or sweeping, he constantly clashed with the flying black iron giant club without any fancy moves!

Soichiro Yagyu's staff techniques were even more ferocious and violent, sweeping across the battlefield and showcasing the aesthetics of power to the extreme.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

Each collision sent tremors through the entire dojo, forcing onlookers to retreat in horror.

This was not the exquisite swordplay they knew, but rather two humanoid beasts wrestling in the most savage way!

However, amidst this suffocating exchange of attacks, the turmoil in Yagyu Soichiro's heart grew increasingly turbulent.