White Fang Style: One-Handed Blade

White Fang Style - One-Handed Blade

"Huff~" Deep in the mountains, several shifty-eyed men sat with their backs against a tree trunk, panting heavily.

"Boss, we've escaped to the edge of the village. That guy won't have found us here, will he?"

"Hard to say... That bastard always stops suddenly just when he's about to catch up, it's like he's toying with us."

"What exactly is going on? We're retired ninjas too. Putting aside everything else, we're at least pretty good at concealing our presence. How did he manage to find us?"

In a small village eight kilometers away, Shunren, lying on the rooftop, slowly opened his eyes.

"Is this the maximum range of perception of the Mind's Eye?" Shunren murmured to himself. His Sensory Technique was inherited from Inoichi Yamanaka. As far as he knew, Inoichi Yamanaka's maximum perception range was ten kilometers, while his current limit was eight kilometers. It was clear that Shunren had already honed the Mind's Eye to a high level, and only two short years had passed since Shunren practicing it.

Of course, although his perception range was not far from Inoichi's, there was still a certain gap in their accuracy. At least Shunren could not accurately pinpoint the exact coordinates of the thieves' locations, and could only vaguely determine that the targets were in the direction between 2 o'clock and 3:30.

Just as the thieves suspected, in a sense, Shunren was indeed toying with them, using them to test the limits of his Mind's Eye. Then he used the Body Flicker Technique to arrive in the shortest possible time.

"Ah! It's Shunren of the Body Flicker Technique teleport! Run!"

"Bang!" The words had barely left his mouth when the thief, who had cried out in surprise, was struck down from behind by Shunren with a chop to the neck.

"Where did this name come from? Doesn't it sound like a tongue twister?" Qian felled one person, his afterimage still lingering, but Shunren appeared ghost-like in front of another, kicking him to the ground.

"Damn it, you bastard, you really made a fool of us!" Enraged and desperate, the thief launched a last-ditch counterattack. With Shunren's permission, he awkwardly formed hand seals, unleashing, "Lightning Release: Electromagnetic Murder!"

Facing the oncoming lightning, a hint of disappointment flashed in Shunren's eyes. He neither dodged nor evaded, nor did he draw the Heavy Black Iron Ruler from his back. He merely raised one hand, made a hand-blade gesture, and lightly slashed.

"Sizzle~" The lightning was easily sliced apart by Shunren with his bare hands.

The thief was stunned. "No... impossible! He actually dispersed my Lightning Release with his bare hands!"

Shunren sighed, "Too weak."

The Shunren just used the "One-Handed Blade from the " White Fang Blade Technique," which is a combat technique used by the swordsman when he has no sword in his hand.

Shunren was only at the initial stage of understanding this sword technique, but his opponent was too weak, making it impossible for him to practice.

"Bang!"

With a flick of his wrist, he felled the last man, ending Shunren's pursuit. All that remained was to escort these thieves back to the Konoha Military Police Force for interrogation. However, Shunren was clearly unwilling to do the cleanup work, and this was where he had to abuse his power for personal gain.

Hand Seals, "Ninja Art: Mind- Mind Transmission Technique!"

He contacted his subordinates, who were located several kilometers away, and left the rest of the work to them.

After doing all this, Shunren returned to Konoha.

He kept his Sensory Technique spells active the whole way, casually hoping to encounter some trouble. And sure enough, the saying "a chance encounter can lead to unexpected success" proved true. Shunren deliberately sought out trouble, but found none; yet, interesting things just happened to come to him on their own.

"Nine o'clock position, seven and a half kilometers, Chakra fluctuation detected..." This area belongs to the stronghold of Konoha, so the troublemakers are naturally from Konoha's ninja clans. No wonder there's no Konoha Military Police Force intervention; after all, these strongholds aren't ordinary people.

Even if the Uchiha is strong, it's impossible for a few Konoha Military Police Force to quell the situation. In this situation, the Konoha Military Police Force would either ignore it or send in officers of squad leader rank or higher. "Very good, the intensity of this Chakra fluctuation... it seems a fight has broken out!" Shunren wasn't exactly a troublemaker, but if the powerful clans didn't escalate the situation, he really had no excuse to intervene.

In front of a restaurant, a fat man wearing a scarlet coat with a large "food" character embroidered on his chest could be seen. This kind of attire clearly belonged to the Akimichi Clan.

On the other side, confronting him was a burly man with thick eyebrows and a full beard, wearing a bright green bodysuit.

Standing behind the two adults were their respective children.

Furuta Akimichi immediately started yelling at his opponent, "Might Duy! How did you raise your son, you eternal Genin trash? How dare you ambush and injure my son during the Chunin Ninja Exams!"

"I... I didn't! I clearly defeated Daichi fair and Daiji with my own strength..." Might Guy said with a wronged expression.

Daiji Akimichi's eyes gleamed with malice as he declared confidently, "Father, don't let that kid's simple-minded appearance fool you, he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve! Back in the Forest of Death, I... I clearly knocked him to the ground, but considering we're from the same village, I didn't go all out. Who knew that kid would repay kindness with enmity and use trickery to ambush and kill me?"

"Daiji, you... you're talking nonsense!" Might Guy's eyes widened, he was furious.

Furuta Akimichi was furious upon hearing this. As a father, he naturally believed his son, but as a member of a powerful clan, he looked down on people like Might Duy who were perennial Genin. By the same token, he also looked down on his son, Might Guy. What a joke! How could a good-for-nothing son possibly defeat my genius son?

"Um, Mr. Furuta, isn't there some misunderstanding?" Might Duy wasn't good with words and wasn't very bright, so he still had no idea what had happened. But the only thing he was sure of was that his dim-witted son wouldn't lie.

"No need to say anything, Might Duy! If I don't teach your heartless son a lesson today, I'm not an Akimichi!" Furuta Akimichi strode toward Might Guy with his massive body.

Might Duy naturally stepped in front of his son, forcing a smile, and said, "Wait! We can talk this over."

"Get out of my way, you piece of trash, or I'll beat you up too!" Furuta Akimichi said contemptuously.

"No... please don't do this! I don't want to hurt my comrades!" Might Duy, looking troubled.

"You!" Furuta Akimichi thought the other party would beg for mercy, but after hearing Might Duy say this in a serious tone, he was immediately enraged and swung a fist the size of a casserole dish at Might Duy without saying a word!