Naruto: Starting with Creating a Genius Persona

Inside the venue.

Suppressing the surging blood in his chest, Yagyu Soichiro looked at the boy not far away who stood tall in the wind and snow, holding a katana upside down in one hand and a heavy halberd on his shoulder in the other, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, seemingly unaware of fatigue. He slowly exhaled a breath of white air and gripped the dark iron rod in his hand again.

"President, are you alright?" Yixin put down the halberd from his shoulder, slamming it heavily into the snow with a dull thud.

This menacing and fierce-looking halberd was a product of his advancement to [Sword Master] and his understanding of the principles of weaponry.

Since the entry clearly states that mastering other weapons can also achieve twice the result with half the effort, he has no reason not to make use of them. Who knows, it might even generate some new entries in the future?

For example, weapon masters, martial saints, and so on.

Moreover, the "Isshin" who is called the Sword Saint is a combat aesthetic that is not bound by any particular weapon. He can use all kinds of weapons at will. He not only uses swords, but also guns.

They even used "guns"!

So he asked the castle lord, Takeda Nobutsuna, to mobilize skilled craftsmen to forge this halberd. This weapon is both a heavy hammer of strength and an extension of skill, combining various techniques such as thrusting, slashing, hooking, pecking, smashing, and chopping. It is the weapon that can best utilize his powerful physique.

This halberd is primarily made from a type of ore called black iron, a specialty of the Iron Kingdom.

This mineral has only average chakra conductivity, but it possesses two extremely outstanding characteristics: extreme weight and unparalleled hardness.

The iron rod that Yagyu Soichiro had carried for many years was also forged from this rare black iron.

"Hmph, I'm not so old that I need your concern!" Yagyu Souichirou sneered, holding his iron rod horizontally in front of him, his eyes sharp as knives. "As for you, you've been causing trouble everywhere these past few months, so it seems your martial arts haven't declined. However, if you think you can act recklessly just because of this little bit of progress, you're far from it!"

Before he finished speaking, the snow beneath his feet exploded with a roar, and his burly figure stirred up a wave of snow. The iron rod was no longer a simple smashing and sweeping motion, but transformed into a series of heavy rod shadows, like a sudden storm or a collapsing mountain, combining power and skill to envelop Yixin's vital points!

His eyes blazed with intense light; instead of being surprised, he was delighted and laughed loudly, "Well done!"

His left-hand katana rose like a dragon in flight, parrying and deflecting, precisely cutting into the gaps in the staff's shadow, neutralizing the heavy attack;

His right hand, halberd, was like a giant python emerging from its cave, sometimes using the shaft to parry, sometimes using the crescent blade to bite, its power fierce and domineering, colliding fiercely with the countless shadows of clubs!

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Boom!"

More intense and frequent collisions erupted in the snowy wilderness. Where the two fought, snow and mud flew everywhere, and energy radiated in all directions, like an invisible giant meat grinder turning the area upside down.

On the hillside, Yamamoto was so moved by what he saw that he almost forgot to breathe.

The two fighters displayed a strength that he had never imagined—a strength that was pure and violent!

It doesn't rely on bizarre illusions or dazzling ninjutsu, but is rooted in a body honed through countless trials, exquisite skills, and an unwavering will!

In the arena, after more than ten rounds of fierce fighting, Yagyu Soichiro was once again shaken by the brute force erupting from the heavy halberd, causing his blood to surge and him to slide backward.

He barely managed to regain his footing, and seeing that the fighting spirit in the young man's eyes had intensified, and that he seemed to show no signs of fatigue and was about to charge again, he quickly slammed his iron rod into the snow and raised his hand to shout:

"Stop! Stop!"

"That's it! That's enough for today!"

Upon hearing this, Yixin abruptly halted his attack, his halberd resting firmly on his shoulder. A slight regret crossed his face, but his breath remained long and steady: "Is the guild leader satisfied already?"

"Enjoyed?" Yagyu Souichirou snorted irritably, shaking his slightly numb arm. "If we keep fighting, these bones of mine are going to fall apart. You brat, you're a monster... Alright, let's head back to town!"

His words carried seven parts helplessness and three parts genuine emotion.

Soichiro Yagyu was born with extraordinary talent and was known for his superhuman strength. His physique and that dark iron rod had overwhelmed countless opponents.

Since his debut, he has been virtually unbeatable in this arena of pure strength, and has long been accustomed to fighting with brute force to overcome skill and overwhelming technique.

But the boy named Yixin in front of him was an absolute anomaly. When they first met, his strength was already terrifying, but at least he could still put up a fight and hold his own for dozens of rounds without being at a disadvantage.

He's only been here for a few months, and after just a dozen rounds, he's already exhausted. He's been completely dominated by his opponent ever since.

Yixin didn't press the matter further, and smiled nonchalantly: "Then I'll listen to the chairman."

He hoisted the halberd back onto his shoulder, turned around, and prepared to leave with Yagyu Soichiro.

However, just as he turned around, he glanced, seemingly unintentionally, toward a snow-covered hillside to his side and behind.

On the hillside, Yamagami Genya, who was concentrating intently, subconsciously tensed up, as if he had been pricked by a cold needle.

But when he looked again, Isshin had already withdrawn his gaze and was walking side by side with Yagyu Souichirou towards the direction of Akakō Castle. Their figures quickly disappeared into the vast snowstorm.

"Is it just my imagination...?" Yamagami Genya was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but then, a stronger emotion overwhelmed his doubts.

He slowly stood up from behind the snow slope, brushed the snow off his body, and stared intently at the direction where the two had disappeared, especially the tall figure carrying a halberd.

Inside his chest, his heart, which had been repeatedly battered by national and personal hatred and the cold reality until it was almost numb, was now beating violently with unprecedented force.

Every frame of that duel was like a red-hot branding iron, deeply imprinted in his mind.

The deafening clang of metal against metal, the earth-shattering power of snow-cracking, and especially the pure power and ferocious fighting spirit displayed by the tall youth, who resembled a humanoid beast!

That power... that overwhelming and pure strength!

"Is this... the power of a samurai?"

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

Isn't this exactly what he needs? Isn't this the sharp blade that can cut through the hypocritical veil of the Holy Church and demand blood debts from the high and mighty traitors of the nation?

You must become his disciple! You absolutely must become his disciple!

No matter the cost, I must learn this extraordinary martial art from that instructor named Isshin!

Determination, like steel being tempered, becomes cold and hard amidst the swirling snow.

Yamagami Genya suddenly stood up completely from behind the snow slope. Ignoring the numbness in his limbs caused by lying prone for a long time, he patted the almost frozen snow off his body and checked the knife at his waist and the musket in his arms.

He pulled the hood down even lower to cover most of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes burning with unwavering determination.

Then, he strode forward, no longer concealing himself, and walked resolutely towards the city that would determine his future. His steps were pierced by snow that reached above his ankles.

The wind and snow intensified, as if trying to prevent the young man, burning with the desire for revenge, from getting closer.

But his silhouette against the backdrop of pure white sky revealed an unusual stubbornness and clarity.

……

I'll be up at 3 AM again today.