The sealed training hall of the Konoha Military Police Force constantly echoed with the sound of air bursting.
The vast training hall stood empty. Only the occasional afterimage of electric arcs flashed through it, while tearing sounds continuously reverberated in the air. His taijutsu had reached such extreme speed that ordinary eyes could no longer follow it.
At that moment, Uchiha Yoruro's figure was nearly invisible. Only when he briefly paused to instantly twist his body would an afterimage appear. In terms of speed alone, he had already reached Jōnin standards.
Kunai shot fiercely into the Senbon launch mechanisms mounted on the surrounding walls, severing the steel wires. The instant the wires snapped, the launchers on all sides activated at once.
Whoosh, whoosh~
Only the afterimages of Senbon, fired like raindrops, filled the air. As they came raining down from every direction, a figure suddenly appeared in the training hall—it was Uchiha Yoruro. Beneath his Two-Tomoe Sharingan, he stared intently at the incoming Senbon from all directions.
Clang, clang, clang~
In an instant, a dense series of crisp sounds rang through the air. Uchiha Yoruro held the Kusanagi Sword, electric arcs flickering all over his body as he swung it again and again, leaving behind afterimages. The dense Senbon barrage, like a torrential downpour, could not get close to him for the moment, while Senbon that had lost their momentum and snapped kept falling around him.
The metallic Senbon continuously clattered onto the bluestone floor with clear, ringing sounds.
The noise abruptly stopped, replaced by Uchiha Yoruro's heavy breathing. He was drenched in sweat.
Looking at the broken Senbon scattered all around him, Uchiha Yoruro panted and could not help frowning inwardly. "Still not quite enough."
It looked as though he had defended against every dense wave of Senbon, but