Ninja Art: Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm!
The terrifying Gentle Fist secret technique instantly cleared a wide path.
In the blink of an eye, several figures appeared in front of the brothers.
"Well, look at that. You two are still alive." Kyosuke greeted them with a beaming smile.
At that, Izuna naturally started running his mouth as usual. With his big brother here, he wasn't afraid that this bastard would dare lay a hand on him.
As for Uchiha Madara, his gaze was fixed entirely on Hyuga Tenjin.
His instincts told him the man before him possessed terrifying strength.
"You're impressive." Hyuga Tenjin looked directly at the two boys, his eyes full of admiration.
He had heard long ago that three remarkable talents had emerged among the Uchiha.
Kyosuke had amazed him. He had even thought that unless the Hyuga successfully cultivated the Tenseigan, no one of their generation could surpass him.
But as soon as Tenjin arrived on the battlefield, he witnessed the astonishing moment Garuda exploded with his own eyes.
"If I remember correctly, the Uchiha Young Clan Head is only eleven."
"Truly remarkable."
He withdrew his gaze and casually glanced at the disciple by his side.
With those eyes, the Hyuga Clan could also welcome a peerless genius of their own.
That day should not be far off.
"Take them away to get treated." Hyuga Tenjin turned around. His Byakugan shone brightly as he quickly locked onto the target of his visit.
He had long heard that Uzumaki Ashina was the foremost master of Sealing Jutsu in this era, and exceptionally powerful—a contender for the title of strongest in the Shinobi World.
How could a man like that go unvisited by Hyuga Tenjin, who considered himself invincible?
"Since I've come to the battlefield, I should go greet the