After all, using the Mind Transfer Jutsu on a strong opponent made it very difficult to hit them.
But it could disrupt the enemy's movements and serve as a form of deterrence.
The next moment, Akira Sarutobi seized this opportunity. He took a step forward, and with a thunderous boom, the blue brick floor exploded.
He shot forward like a cannonball.
This sight made Nonō and the Root shinobi widen their eyes, unable to stop their soft cries of surprise.
"Is this... the strength of a Jonin?"
They had also heard that Young Master Akira Sarutobi had become a Jonin.
Today, seeing Akira Sarutobi casually shatter hard bluestone with one stomp, they were all completely convinced.
Strength... was always one of the key factors in earning others' respect.
By now, everyone understood that this inconspicuous eldest young master of the Second Generation Hokage was no useless fool.
On the contrary, he was strong!
But Akira Sarutobi's performance next would overturn everything they thought they knew.
Because...
"I'm even stronger than everyone thinks!"
Screech!
The enemy slashed with her blade, aiming straight for Akira Sarutobi's face.
Akira Sarutobi's right pupil contracted. Everything before him was exceptionally clear in the night.
It was as bright as day.
And so...
Bang!
Akira Sarutobi struck out with his palm, knocking the katana away from the side of its blade.
Then, he launched his right palm through the air again. A series of crackling explosions rang out from his hand.
The force of the air strike was several times more powerful!
"Ah!"
A shrill, furious scream rang out.
Everyone's vision blurred for an instant. The two had already exchanged blows, and the enemy bearing the title of one of the Twelve Guardian Shinobi was sent flying.
"So strong...!"
At that instant, the thought arose in everyone's mind.
Violently Blown Apart!
Whoosh...
Suddenly, the wind began to blow.
The bright moon in the sky was immediately covered by dark clouds.
The harbor town, where one could originally still see, became pitch-black.
Within this darkness, the courtyard naturally could not remain untouched.
Jonin-level shinobi possessed excellent Dynamic Vision. The two figures darted back and forth.
But for the weaker Nonō and the others, they could only barely make out two blurry shadows by the faint light cast down by the stars.
"Die!!"
The enemy let out a shrill cry and swung her blade.
At such close range, Akira Sarutobi gave her no chance to form hand seals.
As the saying went, an inch longer meant an inch stronger.
But under Akira Sarutobi's brutal taijutsu, the weapon's advantage seemed unable to gain any benefit at all.
The Crushing Palm attacks he could release through the air forcibly dragged the battle's advantage to his side.
Bang!
Another exchange of blows. Overwhelming force erupted, and the enemy was sent flying into the wall.
Amid a series of crashes and thunderous booms, the courtyard wall collapsed.
"Pfft...!"
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the enemy swiftly got back up.
After merely a dozen or so exchanges, she had clearly realized that the other party's strength, speed, and explosive power all surpassed hers.
More importantly, he was extremely proficient in taijutsu.
"Young Master Akira Sarutobi has the upper hand." Nonō stared blankly at the scene.
Her surprise was not without reason.
This was rather abnormal, because most shinobi in this ninja world looked down on taijutsu specialists.
Before Might Duy became famous in a single battle, few shinobi valued pure taijutsu.
Even the Raikage Clan of Kumogakure focused on Nintaijutsu that tempered the body with Lightning Release.
"My judgment was wrong. As expected of the Third Hokage's son..."
The gorgeous female shinobi could not help thinking of Hiruzen Sarutobi, known as the Shinobi Hero. Not only was he proficient in Seven Elemental Natures Jutsu, but there were also rumors that he could sweep through armies with taijutsu alone.
Now it seemed that this eldest young master of the Second Generation Hokage, whom she had considered trash, was no useless fool. Not only was he powerful, but he was also even colder and more ruthless!
"Then..."
Another string of bell-like laughter rang out.
Immediately afterward, with a boom, blazing flames lit up along the blade.
Fire Release... Chakra Flow!
The scorching glow illuminated her figure and lit up the courtyard.
It was as though a sun had suddenly risen from within the yard.
"!"
The sudden shift between light and darkness made Nonō and the others squint instinctively.
It was a normal biological reaction.
For an instant, blank spots appeared across everyone's retinas.
At that very moment, the enemy moved.
The katana, wrapped in intense heat, slashed viciously toward Akira Sarutobi.
Chakra Flow!
Ino Yamanaka was astonished.
This was a technique only a small number of shinobi could master. It involved attaching Chakra to a weapon, creating a flowing effect.
But the young master preferred to call this technique "enchantment."
Through enchantment, a weapon's lethality could be greatly increased.
It was said that Konoha's White Fang's blade was extremely fragile by nature, yet with fierce Chakra enchantment, it became indestructible—a divine weapon capable of easily cutting through even metal.
Amid the astonishing firelight, beneath everyone's worried and astonished gazes...
Akira Sarutobi raised both hands and calmly began forming hand seals. "Water Release... Wild Bubble Wave!"
Boom!
The Chakra expelled from his mouth was converted into a water nature, then shaped into a ninjutsu.
Hand seals served as a guide and were also a means of stabilizing ninjutsu into form.
A large torrent of bubbles surged toward the enemy like a white waterfall, completely swallowing her in an instant.
This was a C-rank ninjutsu. Its direct destructive power was certainly not great, but its impact force was extremely strong.
Very soon, the enemy who burst through the curtain of water revealed herself, drenched from head to toe.
Along with that, most of the scorching heat waves surrounding her blade vanished.
The Ninjutsu Doctor talent was brought into full play at this moment.
As long as it involved ninjutsu, especially conventional ninjutsu, there were practically no problems Akira Sarutobi could not handle.
You used fire, so he used water to exploit the elemental advantage.
Bang!
Akira Sarutobi struck out with one palm, directly knocking the katana from her hand.
Then, a fist capable of shaking even a boulder landed solidly on her body.
Watching her roll across the ground before swiftly getting back up, Akira Sarutobi thought, As expected of a Jonin. Her physical condition is formidable. I've hit her at least seven or eight times already, yet judging by her injuries, there's only a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
"I'll kill you!"
The enemy got up and began screaming madly.
This was nothing more than a trapped beast's final struggle.
She screamed as she formed hand seals.
But in the next second, her screams turned into shrieks of agony.
Because Akira Sarutobi took a step forward and mercilessly unleashed the newly learned Six Styles taijutsu upon her.
So your body is tough, huh?
Then he'd smash her apart with brute force!
"Crushing Palm!"
One palm strike sent her flying.
With a sudden burst of speed, he crossed the distance and appeared behind her, pressing her head down viciously toward the ground.
"Pressing Palm!"
With a thunderous boom, the ground exploded, and spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread in all directions.
"Rising Strike Palm!"
Another palm strike sent her directly flying into the air.
The instant she fell, Akira Sarutobi sank his shoulder and dropped his elbow before charging forward fiercely.
"Shoulder Charge..."
As Akira Sarutobi unleashed a string of taijutsu attacks and beat his opponent so badly that she could not fight back at all, the only sounds in the courtyard were the dull impacts of flesh against flesh.
Everyone could not help staring in dumbfounded shock.
Then, as Akira Sarutobi's bones crackled throughout his body, he unleashed the final blow, combining the strength of his entire body and declaring the end of this battle.
"Rock Smash!"
The consecutive Six Styles attacks had completely treated her like a punching bag.
The final, incomparably powerful straight punch blasted her straight out of the courtyard.
The airborne enemy was soon helplessly flung beyond the yard, landing on the grass outside, her fate unknown.
Akira Sarutobi maintained his punching stance, then slowly withdrew it and exhaled a stream of white vapor.
Afterward, he unhurriedly walked outside.
By the time everyone came back to their senses, Akira Sarutobi was already carrying the enemy's body in one hand.
"Stand guard outside. I need to interrogate her."
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