Super Giant Fireball Technique

Uchiha FengHuo's hand holding the blade trembled slightly, while his scarlet pupils gave off an ashen aura.

The Uzumaki Clan member before him was monstrously strong. His taijutsu was not weak, yet after only a few exchanges, he could do nothing but get beaten back. Uzumaki Hanado's powerful fists could even withstand the refined iron tachi in his hand.

Not only that, his Chakra reserves far surpassed his own. He had been releasing Chakra around his body for so long without the slightest decline, and he still had not even used his trump card. Fighting him felt like playing around with a child.

Uzumaki Hanado, who was clearly losing interest, yawned. His opponent was the famed "Divine Stealth FengHuo."

He had been looking forward to this, but it was nearly over before he had even warmed up. Only that genjutsu had posed even a slight threat to him.

"So boring. If this is all you've got, move aside. I'm going to find little Mito."

Without even lifting his eyelids, Uzumaki Hanado waved a hand and knocked away the several shuriken Uchiha FengHuo had thrown. Seeing his shuriken sent flying so effortlessly—

Uchiha FengHuo was not discouraged. Instead, he looked as though everything had gone according to plan. He suddenly swung both hands forward, and the deflected shuriken changed direction as if controlled, all flying toward Uzumaki Hanado, who stood rooted in place.

In an instant, the shuriken circled Uzumaki Hanado several times, perfectly avoiding every vital point.

"Is this really the accuracy of the Uchiha Clan's throwing techniques?"

Still unmoved, Uzumaki Hanado taunted him. The next moment, he felt his body tighten.

"Manipulating Shuriken Technique."

Uchiha FengHuo's ten fingers were wrapped in threads as fine as Uchiha Gin's, letting Uzumaki Hanado experience the same kind of bondage play as his younger sister. But it was not over yet.

"Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique."

Uchiha FengHuo gathered scorching flames in his mouth. A fire dragon surged out, racing along the wires in his hands as it coiled toward the bound Uzumaki Hanado, swallowing him in flames in an instant.

Seeing his opponent turned into a human torch, Uchiha FengHuo did not Lower Guard. He raised his Samurai Sword and slashed toward Uzumaki Hanado, who was wrapped in flames.

As the blade drew closer and closer to his opponent's head, triumph welled up in Uchiha FengHuo's heart.

But in the next second, a horrifying sight appeared. A flaming arm firmly grabbed his blade. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.

"A combination technique? That's rather uncommon."

Uzumaki Hanado's calm voice came from within the flames.

Only then did Uchiha FengHuo realize that, despite being engulfed in raging fire, his opponent had not let out a single cry of pain.

"Bang!"

As Uzumaki Hanado's aura tightened, both the binding threads and the flames burning over his body were blasted apart, revealing an unscathed body.

Shaking his slightly burning hair, Uzumaki Hanado praised him. "As expected of War Fan Uchiha. Your tricks with fire are truly flashy."

Uchiha FengHuo's eyes felt dry as he swallowed with difficulty. This Uzumaki Clan member's body was simply absurdly overpowered.

A wave of despair instantly rose in his heart. On the other side of the battlefield, Uchiha Ryoichi and the others were still locked in fierce combat.

The long-haired Uzumaki Clan member facing them looked utterly at ease. Their defeat seemed only a matter of time.

"Is this really where it ends?"

Uchiha FengHuo thought of his life spent in battle, only to ultimately fall during a mission like this. He could not help but feel melancholy.

Feeling his Chakra nearing empty and his Sharingan unable to hold on any longer, he struggled to raise his head and look at the sky. Events from the first half of his life flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

The scene finally froze on a curly-haired man wearing a warm smile. A Hint Of nostalgia appeared in Uchiha FengHuo's eyes, but then he seemed to recall something, and his gaze became increasingly firm.

"I haven't burned out yet. As long as I can hold you back a little longer, that kid's chances of survival will be greater."

With that thought, another surge of strength emerged from within Uchiha FengHuo. His closed Sharingan quietly opened again.

Driven by that emotion, the Three Tomoe in his eyes began spinning rapidly, showing signs of gradually connecting together.

Uzumaki Hanado frowned. With the Uzumaki Clan's powerful perception, he discovered that this Uchiha Clan member, who should have been completely spent, was actually erupting with intense Chakra. A sinister aura rushed toward him.

"What is this?"

It was not as though Uzumaki Hanado had never seen enemies burn their Life Force in desperation, hoping to perish together with their foes. But the Uchiha Clan did not seem to possess such a method. Or was he merely bluffing?

While Uzumaki Hanado's attention was divided by his thoughts, an eerie Chakra rose behind Uchiha FengHuo, slowly gathering into a strange shape.

Just as that aura was about to take form, a figure flashed in front of Uchiha FengHuo. Holding a Wu Ku in one hand, Uchiha Gin landed in what he thought was a cool pose. "Am I late?"

After saying that, he showed what he thought was a cool smile.

With Uchiha Gin's sudden appearance, the changes on Uchiha FengHuo's body came to an abrupt stop. He stared at the person before him in disbelief.

"What the hell are you doing here?! &...*&%...￥%..."

Uchiha FengHuo was furious. He had finally prepared to sacrifice himself to win Uchiha Gin a chance at survival, yet this brat had actually come back to throw his life away.

"Uh, shouldn't you, old geezer, be crying tears of gratitude?"

Uchiha Gin was somewhat dumbfounded after being cursed at right off the bat. He had returned to save the day and still got scolded, which immediately displeased him.

"You came."

"I came."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I came anyway."

"Are you two done? Are you padding the word count here?"

Uzumaki Hanado, who had been ignored by the two for far too long, had a head full of # symbols as veins bulged on his forehead.

"Oh, oh, sorry about that."

Uchiha Gin, whose mood had shifted a little too abruptly, scratched his head in embarrassment and offered an insincere apology with Dead Fish Eyes.

"Despicable Uchiha, you actually dared to come back. Where did you hide Mito?"

Seeing that the newcomer was the sleazy Uchiha who had gotten "handsy" with his precious younger sister, Uzumaki Hanado clenched his fists, making them crack loudly.

Staring at Uzumaki Bro's Sandbag-Sized Fists, Uchiha Gin swallowed and touched the Divine Artifact Uzumaki Mito had given him in his clothes.

"I hope that thing Uzumaki Mito gave me is useful."

"Uchiha Gin, why didn't you obey the Captain's orders?"

Having calmed down, Uchiha FengHuo asked in a deep voice. He was anxious. Why had this kid run back?

"Captain, let's not waste time talking. Focus on the enemy."

Uchiha Gin did not answer his question. Instead, he drew the Samurai Sword from behind his back.

"You don't even have a Sharingan—wait, when did you awaken it?"

Uchiha FengHuo was speechless at Uchiha Gin's overconfidence. Did this brat not know his own limits? If even he could not defeat this opponent, what use would one more Uchiha Gin be? Yet in the next moment, he saw the tomoe spinning in Uchiha Gin's familiar Dead Fish Eyes. He froze as a familiar figure appeared before his eyes and overlapped with Uchiha Gin.

"What use is a Single Tomoe? The enemy is a taijutsu specialist, and you were born physically frail. Against someone like that, you'll die without a chance."

Although he was happy that Uchiha Gin had awakened his eyes, the current situation could not be turned around by a Single Tomoe.

"Don't test my patience, despicable Uchiha. If you hand Mito over, I'll consider leaving you an intact corpse."

Wrapped in a Red Chakra Cloak, Uzumaki Hanado spoke coldly. His delicate face was set beneath sharply raised brows, like a lion released from its cage.

"Although I'd like to say this is all a misunderstanding, it seems this misunderstanding won't be easily cleared up now."

Feeling the opponent's overwhelming Chakra, Uchiha Gin felt as though a savage beast had fixed its gaze on him. Every muscle in his body instantly stiffened and tensed.

"At a time like this, you still call it a misunderstanding? Once I break all four of your limbs, I'll naturally make you spit out every last detail."

As soon as he finished speaking, Uzumaki Hanado rushed before Uchiha Gin and threw a heavy punch at his arm.

As that strike, carrying power like thunder, came crashing in, Uchiha Gin's Sharingan began spinning rapidly along with the surge of adrenaline in his body.

Just as the punch was about to hit him, the tomoe in Uchiha Gin's eyes became Double Tomoe. Within a hair's breadth, he raised his blade and stabbed at Uzumaki Hanado's exposed armpit from a vicious angle.

With his Super Perception, Uzumaki Hanado knew that if the attack landed, both sides would lose an arm.

He immediately twisted his body and redirected the punch into a giant tree beside him. The tree, so thick that three men would be needed to encircle it, was instantly punched through before swaying and collapsing.

As the smoke cleared, Uzumaki Hanado looked at the small cut along his lower ribs with lingering fear.

The wound had already begun healing under the Uzumaki Clan's absurd physique, but he was still shocked by his opponent's ruthless decisiveness.

Uchiha Gin was not having an easy time either. He touched his right arm. Although Uzumaki Hanado had changed the direction of his punch out of wariness toward his wound-for-wound strike—

Even the wind from the fist had peeled up the flesh on the outside of his right arm, causing blood to pour out.

Yet amazingly, after only a few breaths, fresh flesh began growing over the wound and the bleeding slowly stopped. Moreover, he did not know when it had happened, but he found that the world in his eyes had become clearer.

"The Uzumaki Clan's recovery ability really is incredible. I only absorbed a tiny amount of Uzumaki Bloodline, yet it gave me such powerful healing."

Around ten breaths later, Uchiha Gin's wound had miraculously healed. Only a small blood scab, nearly ready to fall off, remained hanging there.

Snake—Ram—Monkey—Boar—Horse—Tiger

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique."

With his arm restored, Uchiha Gin formed hand seals and used ninjutsu for the first time. This was the only long-range ninjutsu the original owner knew. In the original work, this technique was also called the "Mercy Technique," since its actual hit rate was pitifully low.

Feeling the scorching heat brewing in his mouth, Uchiha Gin felt an urge to release it.

He took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and fiercely spat the fire-natured Chakra gathered in his mouth at Uzumaki Hanado in the distance.

Seeing the massive fireball rushing toward him, Uzumaki Hanado's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. In shock, he raised his head.

"Are you sure this is a damn Great Fireball Technique and not Great Fire Annihilation?"

A Great Fireball Technique used by an ordinary Uchiha Clan Member was only around a hundred cubic meters, with a damage radius of roughly a dozen meters. Uzumaki Hanado knew this move very well. But the enormous fireball before him, several times larger than an ordinary Great Fireball Technique—if he had not seen Uchiha Gin form the seals, he would never have believed it.

And this Great Fireball Technique was not merely for show. With his Super Perception, Uzumaki Hanado could clearly sense the terrifying destructive power contained within the astonishingly large fireball.

Unlike that weak Uchiha's Dragon Fire Technique from earlier, his body might not be able to withstand this Great Fireball Technique. He could only flee into the distance in a sorry state.

In truth, no Release technique was inherently superior or inferior. Everything depended on the strength of the user.

When Uchiha Madara used the B-rank Fire Release techniques Great Fire Destruction and Great Fire Annihilation, they possessed destruction powerful enough to devastate heaven and earth.

Uchiha Gin kept his eyes closed as he squeezed every bit of air from his lungs, then stopped the ninjutsu and took a deep breath, restoring some vitality to his parched lungs.

The Chakra in his body had been drained until only a little remained at the bottom. Opening his eyes and seeing that the forest before him had been burned into a clearing the size of a football field, he rubbed his Dead Fish Eyes in disbelief.

"Am I under a genjutsu?"

His tone was uncertain. Behind him, Uchiha FengHuo, who had been disconnected from reality until now, wore the exact same expression Uzumaki Hanado had earlier. His two Sharingan nearly popped out.

Uchiha FengHuo swore that ever since he could remember, he had never seen such a terrifying ninjutsu. Not even Uchiha Tajima, the strongest member of the clan, had ever used a Great Fireball Technique on this scale.

Although he stood behind the Fire Release, the terrifying residual heat still made him feel hot and dry. All moisture in the air had been evaporated, making breathing uncomfortable.

"What technique was that?"

Uchiha FengHuo's question pulled Uchiha Gin back from his thoughts. Looking at the devastation before them, Uchiha Gin scratched his curly hair uncertainly.

"Probably... the Great Fireball Technique?"

Although the hand seals had been exactly as he remembered, Uchiha Gin himself was not sure whether something had gone wrong just now. After all, the Great Fireball Technique before him was truly outrageous, more than ten times larger than the one the original owner had once cast.

Could it be the Uzumaki Clan's bloodline? Uchiha Gin suspected that the Uzumaki Clan bloodline he had integrated had caused his Chakra to soar, allowing him to unleash such a destructive ninjutsu.

But after thinking it over, that did not seem right either. He had only integrated a tiny amount of Uzumaki Clan bloodline. According to the System panel's bonus, his Chakra was only about twice as strong as before. There was no way he should have possessed the strength to cast this giant Great Fireball Technique.

If merely having more Chakra could amplify ninjutsu to such an extent, then the Uzumaki Clan, with their huge Chakra reserves, would have long dominated the Warring States Period and unified the Ninja World.

"System, System, what's going on?"

Unable to find the reason within himself, Uchiha Gin Might as Well tried asking the System, but received no answer.

Since time flowed differently outside and within the System, he chose to enter the System Space the next second.

"***********"

It was still the familiar Arena. Nothing in its furnishings had changed. The Heartsteel Chest still lay quietly there, its stacks reset to 0 as it waited to refresh tomorrow.

Turning to look at the Game Machine on the right, whose purpose he still did not know, Uchiha Gin noticed something strange.

The Game Machine, which had once displayed the number 10 on its screen, no longer showed 10. Instead, it displayed a row of "*" symbols. Where had the ten Points he had worked so hard to save gone?

"Hey, hey, System bro, are you there? Say something!"

Sensing that something was fishy, Uchiha Gin turned and began calling for the System.

"The System is loading." After several seconds Passed, the System's emotionless voice sounded from the void.

"Where did my Points go? And what happened to my ninjutsu?"

Hearing the System's voice, Uchiha Gin immediately Pressed For Answers.

"Host strength increase detected. System loading speed +10%. Updating. Please wait."

His strength had increased? Had he become stronger again? Uchiha Gin recalled everything that had happened just now. When he faced Uzumaki Hanado, he seemed to have seen his opponent's movements more clearly. Had his Sharingan grown stronger again?

"Ding! Update complete!" Following the System notification, the "*" symbols on the Game Machine's screen slowly disappeared and were replaced by a 0.

"Huh? Where did my huge ten Points go? The kind with a one and a zero!"

Uchiha Gin stared with Dead Fish Eyes, spread his hands toward the Game Machine, and demanded an explanation.