Young Master, Please Become Hokage

After all, using Mind Transfer Jutsu on a strong opponent is difficult to land.

But it can disrupt the enemy's positioning and act as a deterrent.

The next moment, Akira Sarutobi seized this sliver of opportunity, took a step forward, and with a rumble, the blue bricks of the floor exploded.

He charged out like a cannonball.

This scene made Nonō and the Root ninja's eyes widen, and they couldn't help but let out a low gasp.

"Is this... the strength of a Jonin?"

They had also heard that Young Master Akira Sarutobi had become a Jonin.

Seeing Akira Sarutobi casually shatter the hard bluestone with a single kick today, they were all instantly convinced.

Strength... is always one of the key factors in earning others' respect.

At this point, everyone understood that this low-key Second Generation Hokage's eldest young master was not a straw man.

On the contrary, he was very strong!

But Akira Sarutobi's next performance would subvert their understanding.

Because...

"I am stronger than everyone thinks!"

Hiss!

The enemy slashed out with a sword, aiming straight for Akira Sarutobi's face.

Akira Sarutobi's right pupil contracted, and everything in front of him was so clear in the night.

Everything was as bright as day.

So...

Bang!

Akira Sarutobi slapped out, directly shaking the katana away from the side of the blade.

Then, he unleashed another strike with his right palm from a distance, accompanied by a series of crackling explosions from his palm.

The air pressure released from a distance was several times more powerful!

"Ah!"

A sharp and furious scream rang out.

To the onlookers, everything blurred for a moment. The two had finished their exchange, and the enemy, who held the title of Twelve Guardian Shinobi, was sent flying.

"So strong...!"

At this instant, this thought rose in everyone's minds.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Brutally Blown Away!

Whoosh...

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

The bright moon in the sky was instantly covered by dark clouds.

The port town, which had been visible moments before, became pitch black.

In this darkness, the courtyard below could not escape unscathed.

Jonin-level ninja possessed excellent dynamic vision, and two figures moved back and forth.

As for Nonō and the others, who were weaker, they could only vaguely see two blurred shadows by the faint light cast by the stars in the sky.

"Die!!"

The enemy let out a sharp scream and slashed out with her sword.

At such close range, Akira Sarutobi didn't give her a chance to form hand seals.

As the saying goes: an inch longer is an inch stronger.

But the advantage of the weapon seemed to offer no benefit against Akira Sarutobi's violent Taijutsu.

The Crushing Palm attack, which could be unleashed from a distance, forcefully shifted the combat advantage to his side.

Bang!

Another exchange, a destructive force was unleashed, and the enemy flew backward into the wall.

With a series of clanging and rumbling sounds, the courtyard wall collapsed.

"Pfft...!"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the enemy quickly got up.

In just over a dozen exchanges, she had clearly realized that the opponent's strength, speed, and explosive power were all superior to hers.

What's more, he was extremely proficient in Taijutsu.

"Young Master Akira Sarutobi has the upper hand," Nonō said, staring blankly at the scene.

Her surprise was not without reason.

This was highly unusual, as most ninjas in this Shinobi World looked down upon Taijutsu users.

Before Might Duy became a household name, few ninjas paid much attention to pure Taijutsu.

Even the Raikage clan of Kumogakure focused on Nintaijutsu, primarily through Raiton-based body conditioning.

"My judgment was wrong, he really is the Third Hokage's son..."

The beautiful female ninja couldn't help but recall Hiruzen Sarutobi, known as a Shinobi Hero. Rumor had it that he not only mastered the Seven Elemental Natures Jutsu but could also sweep through armies with his Taijutsu.

Now it seemed this Young Master, whom she had dismissed as a useless Second Generation Hokage, was no pushover. Not only was his strength formidable, but he was also colder and more ruthless!

"Then..."

Another series of bell-like laughter followed.

Immediately after, with a BOOM, burning flames ignited on the blade.

Fire Style... Chakra Flow!

The scorching light illuminated her figure and lit up the courtyard.

It was as if a sun had suddenly risen from the yard.

"!"

The sudden shift from light to dark made Nonō and the others instinctively squint.

This was a natural biological reaction.

The retinas of everyone present were momentarily blanked.

In that instant, the enemy moved.

The high heat, wrapped around the Katana, slashed fiercely towards Akira Sarutobi.

Chakra Flow!

Ino Yamanaka was surprised.

This was a technique only a few ninjas could master, involving attaching Chakra to a weapon, creating a flowing visual effect.

The Young Master preferred to call this technique "enchanting."

Through enchanting, the weapon's lethality could be greatly increased.

Legend had it that Konoha's White Fang's blade was incredibly fragile in itself, but relying on its sharp Chakra enchantment, it became indestructible, a divine weapon capable of easily cutting through metal.

Amidst this astonishing firelight, under the worried and astonished gazes of everyone...

Akira Sarutobi raised his hands and calmly began to form hand seals: "Water Style... Foam Ninja Art!"

BOOM!

The Chakra expelled from his mouth was transformed into Water Style and then shaped into Ninjutsu.

The seals served as a catalyst, and also a method to solidify the Ninjutsu.

A large-scale foam torrent, like a white waterfall, surged towards the opponent, engulfing them completely in an instant.

This move was a C-Rank Ninjutsu. While its absolute destructive power wasn't high, it possessed extremely strong impact capabilities.

Soon, the enemy who burst through the water curtain revealed their drenched figure.

Along with it, most of the scorching heat radiating from the blade disappeared.

The Ninjutsu Master talent was fully displayed at this moment.

As long as it involved Ninjutsu, especially conventional Ninjutsu, there was almost no problem Akira Sarutobi couldn't handle.

You use fire, I'll use water to counter its elemental nature.

BANG!

Akira Sarutobi slapped out, sending the Katana flying from the opponent's hand.

Then, a fist capable of shaking even a boulder landed squarely on the opponent's body.

Watching the opponent roll to the ground, only to quickly get back up, Akira Sarutobi thought, As expected of a Jonin, their physical condition is truly powerful. I've hit her at least 7 or 8 times since the beginning. Judging by her injuries, she's only bleeding slightly from the corner of her mouth.

"I'll kill you!"

The opponent got up and began to scream frantically.

This was merely the struggle of a cornered beast.

She screamed and formed hand seals.

But the next second, her scream turned into a shriek.

Because Akira Sarutobi took a step forward, unleashing the newly learned Taijutsu Six Styles without mercy upon her.

So your body is tough, huh?

Then I'll just smash you to pieces!

"Crushing Palm!"

He sent her flying with one palm strike.

He lunged behind her, grabbed her head, and slammed it fiercely towards the ground.

"Pressing Palm!"

With a rumble, the ground exploded, and spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread in all directions.

"Rising Strike Palm!"

Another palm strike sent her flying into the air.

The moment she fell, Akira Sarutobi slammed his shoulder and elbow down, crashing into her.

"Shoulder Charge..."

Watching Akira Sarutobi unleash a string of Taijutsu attacks, leaving his opponent completely unable to retaliate, the only sounds in the arena were the impacts of flesh against flesh.

Everyone was stunned into silence.

As Akira Sarutobi's bones popped and cracked, he unleashed his final blow, infused with all his strength, signaling the end of the battle.

"Rock Smash!"

A series of Six Styles attacks, completely treating his opponent like a punching bag.

The final, incredibly powerful straight punch sent the opponent flying out of the courtyard.

The opponent, airborne, was quickly propelled out of the courtyard and landed on the grass outside, their fate unknown.

Akira Sarutobi maintained his punching stance, slowly retracting his pose, and exhaled a puff of white mist.

Then, he calmly walked outside.

By the time everyone snapped back to reality, Akira Sarutobi was already carrying the opponent's body.

"Guard the outside. I need to interrogate her."