The name Yūhi Shinkurō sounded familiar. Well, it wasn't just familiar—if nothing unexpected had happened, he should have had a daughter named Yūhi Kurenai.
You could tell the family's generational naming pattern just from their names. After all, the father and daughter shared the same color, and each generation was lighter than the last. In that sense, you could even give Yūhi Kurenai a resounding title... the Faded One.
Once he knew the other man's name, he knew his background. Once he knew his background, he understood what kind of attack the man would use... Yuhara was mentally prepared.
This was no time for chatting. They hadn't come here to stroll around, either, so after exchanging a few brief words, the two of them fell silent.
When it was time to get serious, they had to get serious.
A battle between jōnin wasn't necessarily spectacular, but it was certainly extremely dangerous. Yūhi Shinkurō's hand speed lived up to his rank as a jōnin... though, aside from Yuhara, all jōnin probably lived up to their hand speed... In any case, in the blink of an eye, he had completed his hand seals.
Based on the Yūhi surname and his red eyes, there was no doubt that Yūhi Shinkurō was a genjutsu-type shinobi. Now, he had silently cast his first genjutsu—Demonic Illusion: Tree Binding Death.
The name of this technique was rather fantastical. It didn't quite fit the usual style of naming ninjutsu, but there was no doubting its power.
Yūhi Shinkurō's figure swiftly vanished from Yuhara's field of vision. At the same time, a tree rapidly grew beneath Yuhara's feet. Its sturdy trunk shot out of the ground within seconds, while tangled branches and vines bound his body tightly.
Tree Binding Death had been developed during the era when the First