Naruto: Starting with Creating a Genius Persona

The two men stood facing each other, each holding a weapon.

The tense atmosphere was almost tangible, making the four teenagers watching from the sidelines breathe even more heavily.

From the treetops in the distance, Minato and Tsunade, who had witnessed the entire scene, looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This..." Minato frowned slightly, instinctively wanting to step forward to stop him.

"Wait a minute." Tsunade stopped him, arms crossed, a smile of interest playing on her lips. "What's the rush? Since these kids are so energetic and opinionated, let them cause trouble for a while. We'll see what kind of antics they come up with."

Inside the venue.

Kakashi showed no intention of using any ninjutsu; he simply slowly drew the short sword from his back. He was clearly extremely unwilling to accept his defeat in that sword battle years ago.

The moment the blade was drawn from its sheath, a chilling flash of light streaked across the surface, and the edge seemed to be imbued with an invisible sharpness.

This is the legendary ninja sword, White Fang, which his father, Hatake Sakumo, wielded with great power in the ninja world.

After his father's death, he inherited the legendary dagger.

Meanwhile, Shinichi on the other side simply stood calmly with his sword in front of him.

The next moment, Kakashi moved!

His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. Compared to the fight at the Ninja Academy four years ago, his movements were faster, more ruthless, and carried an indomitable determination. His short sword tore through the air, turning into a lightning-fast cold light, and stabbed straight at Shinichi!

Over the past four years, he has clearly never slacked off, turning his grief and obsession into motivation to become stronger.

but!

"Too slow."

Shinichi's calm voice rang out almost simultaneously with the sound of metal clashing.

With a slight twist of his wrist, he slashed out with his sword, the blade appearing precisely in the path of the White Fang short sword's thrust, like a precisely calculated iron gate.

clang!

A crisp, loud impact rang out!

Kakashi felt an irresistible force coming from the blade, his hand went numb, his forward momentum was abruptly stopped, and he staggered backward uncontrollably, leaving two shallow marks under his feet.

How is that possible?!

Kakashi was overwhelmed with shock. The confidence he had built up over three years of arduous training crumbled under this attack.

However, Shinichi did not give him time to adjust.

"What are you spacing out for?"

The sound was right next to me!

Kakashi was startled, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Shinichi's figure approaching like a ghost.

He gritted his teeth, gripped the knife in the back of his hand, and swung it upwards, trying to deflect any possible slash.

But Shinichi was faster. His longsword coiled like a serpent, skillfully avoiding the blade, and used the spine of the sword to block White Fang's point of attack again. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he changed the block into a shock!

Immediately afterwards, his right hand holding the sword thrust forward, and the hard end of the hilt slammed into Kakashi's unsuspecting abdomen like a heavy hammer!

"Ugh!" Kakashi groaned and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his back slamming heavily against the trunk of a large tree, causing branches and leaves to fall in a rustling sound.

He endured the pain and just as he propped himself up, Shinichi's figure was already close behind, and the sword light rained down like a storm!

Kakashi gritted his teeth, brandishing his white fangs to desperately block, the sound of swords clashing densely like raindrops pattering on banana leaves.

He tried to fight back and find an opening, but Shinichi's swordsmanship, though seemingly simple, was smooth and coherent. Whenever his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, or in the subtle gaps between his moves, he would precisely cut in.

"weak!"

Shinichi's voice rang out coldly, accompanied by a dull thud as his left shoulder was struck by the spine of a sword, causing Kakashi's body to sway.

"weak!"

The longsword drew an arc, its blade striking his right wrist, nearly causing White Fang to slip from his grasp.

"weak!"

The hilt of the sword thrust forward again, striking his ribs and causing him to catch his breath.

"Too weak!"

The final blow was a swift side kick from Shinichi, his heel like a battle axe, slamming into Kakashi's abdomen!

"puff!"

Kakashi could no longer hold back. He spat out a mouthful of acid mixed with blood and foam, his body curled up and he flew out again, rolling several times on the ground before barely stopping.

Shizune, Kurenai, Obito Uchiha, and Rin Nohara were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape.

In their minds, the clash between two already renowned genius Chunin should have been a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Kakashi graduated earlier, became a Chunin earlier, and carried out more missions, so he should theoretically have more combat experience.

However, the scene before them completely overturned their understanding.

Kakashi was undeniably strong; his speed, swordsmanship, and reflexes far surpassed those of ordinary ninjas, leaving onlookers in awe.

But in front of Shinichi Higashino, he was like an adult disciplining a disobedient child, constantly restrained and utterly pathetic.

He completely overwhelmed Kakashi, who was wielding the White Fang and going all out, using only the most basic physical techniques and sword skills!

"disappointment."

Shinichi sheathed his sword and stood there, looking at Kakashi who was struggling to get up not far away, his voice filled with a cold indifference.

"You've disappointed me greatly, Kakashi."

Shinichi slowly shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the gleaming white fang dagger in his hand, a sarcastic smile curving his lips.

"Why are you so weak, Kakashi? Is this all your so-called belief, your so-called perseverance is? Clinging to the shadows of the past, wrapping yourself in a set of cold, self-deceiving rules, do you think you can prove anything, can surpass anything?"

He paused, his gaze returning to Kakashi's deathly pale face, and said sarcastically:

"It seems that inheriting this sword has not brought you the corresponding caliber. The so-called White Fang of Konoha... Ha, now it seems that it is nothing but an outdated and outdated name."

"Shut up!!!"

Kakashi suddenly let out a roar like a wounded beast.

"You are not allowed to insult my father!"

His chakra exploded without restraint! The ground several meters in radius beneath his feet shattered, sending debris flying everywhere!

This time, the speed of his charge far exceeded any previous one. He gripped the White Fang Short Sword tightly with both hands, transforming it into a pale and resolute streak of light that tore through the air and stabbed straight at Shinichi!

This strike was swift, ruthless, and decisive!

However, faced with this overwhelming and powerful attack, Shinichi's expression remained calm to the point of being cold.

Just as the tip of White Fang's knife came within three meters of him.

It really moved.

It was just an extremely simple side profile.

The movement was subtle yet exquisite, allowing the blade, imbued with all of Kakashi's power and emotion, to graz his clothes.

At the same time, the longsword in his hand rose silently, drawing a simple yet powerful arc that embodied immense strength and precise control.

There were no dazzling sparks, no deafening roars.

There was only one dull, heart-stopping sound.

boom!

The gleaming metal fragments, like frozen teardrops, scattered and splashed, reflecting a brief and desolate light in the sunlight, tinkling and falling into the dust.

Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.

On the training field, you could hear a pin drop.

Shizune covered her mouth, Kurenai's pupils shrank, Obito opened his mouth wide but couldn't make a sound, and Rin's exclamation was stuck in her throat.

Even Minato and Tsunade, who were in the distance, were stunned.

broken.

That white dagger symbolizes a legend of Konoha, carries countless stories and glory, and also bears the tragic weight of a hero's fall.

It's broken!

Kakashi remained frozen in place, still in his forward thrusting stance.

His hands were still loosely clenched, maintaining the posture of holding a knife, but the weight in his palms felt very light and airy.

He slowly, very slowly, lowered his head, his gaze fixed blankly on the room.

There, he held the knife his father had left him.

No, it can no longer be called a knife.

Only the hilt and half of the blade remained, along with scattered, lifeless fragments.