Ninja Art: Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm!
The terrifying Gentle Fist Secret Technique instantly cleared a broad passage.
In the blink of an eye, several figures appeared before the brothers.
"Yo, you two are still alive." Kyosuke greeted them with a grin.
At those words, Izuna naturally started mouthing off out of habit. With his big brother around, he wasn't afraid this bastard would dare rough him up.
As for Madara Uchiha, his gaze was fixed entirely on Hyuga Tennin.
His instincts told him that the man before him was frighteningly powerful.
"You're quite impressive." Hyuga Tennin looked straight at the two boys, his eyes full of admiration.
He had heard long ago that three outstanding talents had emerged among the Uchiha.
Kyosuke had impressed him so much that he had even begun to think no shinobi of the same generation could surpass him unless someone successfully developed the Tenseigan.
Yet the moment he arrived on the battlefield, he witnessed the astonishing sight of Garuda exploding.
"If I remember correctly, the Uchiha Clan Heir is only eleven."
"Truly remarkable."
Withdrawing his gaze, he casually glanced at the disciple beside him.
With those eyes, the Hyuga Clan could welcome an unrivaled genius of its own.
That day should not be far off.
"Take them back for treatment." Hyuga Tennin turned around, his Byakugan blazing, and soon locked onto the target of his visit.
He had long heard that Uzumaki Ashina was the foremost master of Sealing Jutsu of their era, an exceptionally powerful man with a chance of claiming the title of the strongest in the Shinobi World.
How could Hyuga Tennin, who considered his own might invincible, pass up a chance to meet such a man?
"Since I've come to the battlefield, I ought to say hello to the Uzumaki." With