Genma's Visit and Ninjutsu, Haotian's Entrance Causes a Sensation

Genma, the new clan head of the Shiranui Clan, was currently sneaking into Haotian's room as if he were a thief.

He frowned, the Senbon needles clenched in his mouth trembling slightly with his breath. The moonlight cast a grim shadow on his face.

Haotian was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of this "uninvited guest."

"Hey, kid, wake up." Genma kicked the foot of Haotian's bed impatiently. The force wasn't great, but it was enough to startle Haotian awake.

Haotian rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw Genma, needles in his mouth and an annoyed expression on his face. He couldn't help but tease, "Yo, isn't this Big Brother Genma? What, did you miss me in the middle of the night?"

The veins on Genma's forehead twitched. He yanked the Senbon needles from his mouth and said stiffly, "Don't get familiar. Call me Clan Head! And I'm older than you, so call me 'brother'!"

Haotian shrugged, noncommittal.

Genma took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing his anger, and pulled a Scroll from his chest, tossing it onto Haotian's bed.

"This is a Ninjutsu Scroll from our Shiranui Clan. It contains some common Ninjutsu. Learn them quickly, and then... graduate immediately!"

Haotian picked up the Scroll. It was cool to the touch, its material seemingly special, smooth and fine.

He raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "So eager to get rid of me? I was hoping to stay in school for a few more years."

Genma ran his hand through his hair irritably. "Stop playing dumb! With your current strength, staying in school is a waste of time! Graduate as soon as possible and go to the front lines, that's what you should be doing!" There was a hint of undisguised anticipation in his voice, mixed with something else.

Genma paused, as if he had something to say but swallowed it back. His lips moved, but in the end, he just gave Haotian a deep look. "You..."

Genma's lips moved, but he couldn't bring himself to say it in the end.

He paced back and forth agitatedly, stealing glances at Haotian from time to time, his hesitant demeanor strikingly similar to that of a young boy experiencing his first crush.

Seeing Genma's awkwardness, Haotian chuckled inwardly. This guy probably wanted to ask about his Kekkei Genkai but was too embarrassed to do so out of pride.

"Big Brother Genma, is there something you want to ask me?" Haotian feigned ignorance, asking with a look of innocence.

Genma stopped abruptly, his eyes flickering. "I... what could I possibly ask? I was just... checking on your study progress!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Haotian raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Then Lord Clan Head really does care about me."

Genma felt uncomfortable under Haotian's knowing gaze. He coughed and looked away. "You... stop spouting nonsense!"

"Am I spouting nonsense? Then why doesn't Clan Head tell me what you really want to ask?" Haotian pressed, a hint of mockery in his tone.

Genma took a deep breath and finally mustered the courage to ask, "Your Kekkei Genkai, what exactly is it?" He stared intently at Haotian.

Haotian's lips curved into a mysterious smile. "You want to know? I'm not telling you!"

"You!" Genma's anger flared instantly. He snatched the Scroll from the bed and slammed it violently onto the floor. "Ungrateful brat! This is a secret technique of our Shiranui Clan!"

He turned to leave, but heard Haotian's unhurried voice. "Big Brother Genma, did you know? Some Kekkei Genkai can be inherited..."

Genma's steps halted abruptly. He slowly turned around, a complex light flashing in his eyes. "You... you mean..."

Haotian didn't answer directly, merely smiling meaningfully. "What do you think?"

Haotian wore a nonchalant smile, but his eyes sparkled with cunning.

"Big Brother Genma, you don't actually think my Kekkei Genkai is some common stuff, do you? Want to learn? Beg me!"

Genma's face instantly turned a shade of liver-red. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his teeth gnashed.

An unnamable rage surged from the depths of his heart, burning fiercely, threatening to consume him.

"Brat! You're asking for death!"

He swiftly drew his Senbon needles, their cold gleam flashing, carrying a sharp killing intent as they shot directly at Haotian's face.

A sharp whistling sound cut through the air. The Senbon needles moved like lightning, arriving in an instant.

A crisp metallic snapping sound echoed. The Senbon needles broke, their fractured ends as smooth as a mirror.

"Is that all you've got?" Haotian's lips curled into a mocking arc. His body flickered, and he instantly appeared before Genma.

He raised a foot and mercilessly kicked Genma in the abdomen.

Genma felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground with a muffled groan.

He clutched his stomach, his face pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Haotian clapped his hands, looking innocently at the fallen Genma. "Oops, maybe I hit a little too hard. But who told you you're so weak?"

Genma struggled to get up, his face bruised and battered, looking utterly pathetic. He glared fiercely at Haotian.

Haotian walked up to Genma, looking down at him from above, a hint of apology in his tone. "Sorry, Big Brother Genma, I used you as a shield."

Upon hearing this, Genma suddenly looked up.