Uchiha Yashiro Felt the Terror Described in Ancient Texts

Two tachi clashed together with a solid impact.

Uchiha Yashiro employed the most straightforward tactic, relying on what he believed was overwhelming speed and strength over Seisui, aiming to end the fight in one blow with the most primal and undeniable method.

Any exquisite technique or swordsmanship must be built on a foundation of power.

Otherwise, it's like flowers in water or the moon in a mirror—flashy on the surface, but shattering at the slightest touch.

But from the shocked expression on Uchiha Yashiro's face at this moment, his plan had failed.

Seisui gripped his sword with both hands, the muscles in his arms slightly bulging, as Muramasa firmly suppressed Yashiro's blade. He said coldly, "Senior, are you going to abandon all the pride and honor of the Uchiha Clan today?"

"No matter who the opponent is, since you've struck, you should go all out in the name of the Uchiha!"

Uchiha Yashiro's face was grim as he strained with all his might to resist Seisui's strength, cursing inwardly: I'm already using everything I've got! Is this brat from the Senju Clan? How is he this strong...

And saying that—how am I supposed to save face?

Just as Yashiro's focus wavered slightly from Seisui's words, Seisui's fierce, heavy blade suddenly withdrew its force. Yashiro, still pushing his strength forward, couldn't recover his balance in time and lurched forward uncontrollably.

Seisui moved like a swimming dragon. Thanks to his enhanced Double Tomoe and motor nerves, his thoughts and vision during movement were exceptionally clear—almost as if time had slowed down.

A ruthless, cold slash came from the side, sweeping upward from Yashiro's abdomen toward his chest!

He was aiming to gut him!

Alarms blared in Uchiha Yashiro's mind. A ninja's sixth sense screamed a frantic warning, and his Three Tomoe spun wildly as he threw himself backward with all his might!

"Shiiing!"

The sound of tearing fabric rang out. Yashiro retreated over ten meters, his eyes filled with wariness as he stared at Seisui.

At this moment, from his abdomen to his chest, a deep gash nearly half a finger thick had been brutally carved by Muramasa. Blood poured out, soaking the training ground's soil.

"Brat, you've angered me..." Uchiha Yashiro gritted through the pain, swiftly tearing off his fine upper garment and making a quick, crude bandage for the wound.

"In swordsmanship, you're at least at the level of a clan Jonin, and your strength is far beyond what a Ninja Academy kid should have..."

"This match, I did bully the weak, but it's for the future of the Uchiha Clan. And like you said, as an Uchiha, since I'm fighting, I'll give it my all."

"I'll apologize properly after I win."

"But for now, I'm getting serious."

The Three Tomoe in Uchiha Yashiro's eyes spun violently. At this moment, his dynamic vision skyrocketed!

A bloodthirsty red gleam locked onto Seisui's figure.

This was the pressure of a Three Tomoe Uchiha in a one-on-one fight.

In single combat, enemies with insufficient genjutsu resistance couldn't even look an Uchiha in the eye. They could only flee in panic and take a beating, let alone hope to win.

And even if their genjutsu resistance was high enough, the Three Tomoe Sharingan's dynamic vision and copying ability provided the Uchiha with a wealth of intel, letting them seize the initiative the moment the enemy moved.

The Sharingan's copy ability wasn't limited to ninjutsu—it could also replicate the enemy's taijutsu.

"You're a genius, but against these eyes, all your tricks will soon be useless..."

Uchiha Yashiro's entire demeanor shifted, confident and cold: "Experience the power of the Sharingan. No matter how proud a genius, they'll come to curse their miserable fate of lacking these eyes."

Seisui's lips curled involuntarily as he spoke softly to the being inside him: "Tobirama, I heard that Uchiha Izuna once said something similar to you back then..."

"Yeah. He said it many times. The last time I heard it was right before he was pierced through the chest by the Flying Thunder God Slash." Tobirama Senju smiled knowingly, arms crossed, his tone calm and proud.

Seisui's fingers danced, forming several hand seals in an instant.

"Genjutsu: Bringer-of-Darkness Technique!"

Darkness descended upon the land. An impenetrable gloom froze Uchiha Yashiro's twisted smile.

But it wasn't over.

Seisui didn't rush to attack. Instead, he continued forming seals: "Water Style: Mist Technique!"

Thick fog blanketed the training ground, visibility plummeting until even a meter ahead was impossible to see.

Off to the side, Shisui wasn't caught by the Bringer-of-Darkness Technique, but he couldn't escape the Mist Technique covering the entire area. So he tiptoed to a corner and quietly chose to watch.

As the first Uchiha Seisui had thoroughly beaten, he understood this feeling well.

It was that awful state where, once the rhythm was stolen from you, every step was wrong, and even fighting back with all your strength left you battered and humiliated.

Little Shisui sat down leisurely on the ground, looking toward Uchiha Yashiro's direction, a hint of pity in his eyes...

Uchiha Yashiro wanted to throw a taunt at Seisui, but the inescapable darkness had already swallowed his vision.

"Hmph... A mere genjutsu, daring to act up before a Three Tomoe Sharingan..." Yashiro sneered, the red light in his eyes flaring as his Dojutsu tore into the darkness like a blade!

But the darkness didn't break under his Dojutsu. Instead, Seisui's slash had already arrived—a howling strike descending from above Yashiro's head, as if to cleave him in two!

Uchiha Yashiro jolted in shock. He truly hadn't expected that a Three Tomoe Sharingan couldn't dispel Seisui's genjutsu!

What he didn't know was that Tobirama Senju had improved this technique from Hashirama Senju's genjutsu, mixing in some elements of Uzumaki Clan Fuinjutsu. It wasn't a pure genjutsu.

Breaking through this move with pure Dojutsu alone was still quite difficult...

At the very least, Yashiro, facing the darkness for the first time, would need some time to adapt.

Uchiha Yashiro's eyes were nearly splitting with rage as he pushed his Dojutsu to its maximum in an instant, blood vessels surfacing in his eye sockets.

But even so, he could only barely catch a glimpse of Muramasa's blade trajectory!

A merciless slash came down, and Uchiha Yashiro, abandoning all dignity, rolled sideways in a clumsy, desperate tumble to dodge the lethal strike!

This time, though, another gash split open on his arm, flesh and skin peeling apart.

"What the hell... I remember now, this is a Genjutsu recorded in the clan's archives, one Tobirama Senju specifically developed against the Uchiha! How does this brat know this move!"

Uchiha Yashiro gritted his teeth, yet a strange flicker of relief stirred within him.

Thank goodness Tobirama Senju was dead—if that bastard had lived another twenty or thirty years, who knows how many more techniques he'd have cooked up to plague the Uchiha!

"Senior Yashiro, you need to focus."

Seisui's voice rang out in the darkness, ethereal and cold: "I don't want to kill you, but don't lose concentration, or I'll have no choice but to stain my hands with a clansman's blood..."

"Next slash, I'll aim for your left shoulder."

Man, this is rough...

Yesterday I was boasting to you readers with grand ambitions, saying if I didn't update on time, I'd owe chapters...

And today the power goes out, right?

Maybe that's just life! (Shrugs)