Of course, Qingyu did not think he could obtain this trait so easily.
But judging from its description, he could seek out and interact with some ninjas with particularly strong perception.
For example, the Yamanaka Clan.
Because judging by its name, this trait seemed related to intuition and perception.
Qingyu then adjusted his breathing.
"Anyone else?"
Qingyu looked at the group of upperclassmen.
He had used less than thirty percent of his chakra, and his stamina had barely dropped at all.
After three consecutive matches, he had merely warmed up a little longer.
Unfortunately, after waiting for a while, no one answered.
At the edge of the training ground, Rin Nohara clasped her hands before her chest.
"Qingyu is amazing."
Rin Nohara sighed.
Obito wanted to say something to salvage his pride, but no matter how hard he searched his mind, he could not find a single line capable of holding up the situation.
Though he was not close with Uchiha Domon, he had seen him around the clan a few times.
He was someone about to graduate, and his Uchiha Style Swordsmanship ranked among the best of his peers.
Yet he had still lost to Qingyu.
Kakashi stood beneath a tree, his hands unconsciously curling into fists.
He was happy for Qingyu's victory, but Qingyu's unfathomable strength also put immense pressure on him.
Those two emotions surged up at once, leaving him speechless.
"Since no one else is coming forward, we'll call it here for today."
Qingyu's performance had completely exceeded Umino Shika's expectations, and he was grinning from ear to ear.
I taught a genius!
Umino Shika thought proudly.
Although it did not have much to do with him, Qingyu was still from his class.
Such an outstanding genius might even draw the Hokage's attention.
When that happened, even a nobody like him might rise through the ranks.
Night fell.
"Lord Fugaku."
Uchiha Domon had been summoned to Uchiha Fugaku's home.
Uchiha Fugaku sat in the seat of honor, his expression steady.
He had just finished listening to Uchiha Domon's account of what had happened that day.
"Domon."
"Yes."
Uchiha Domon answered.
"How far do you think Qingyu's swordsmanship has reached?"
Uchiha Domon thought for a moment before answering honestly.
"Very strong. Although our exchange was brief, I feel Qingyu has no obvious weaknesses in ninjutsu, taijutsu, or genjutsu."
Uchiha Domon said.
Someone without weaknesses in ninjutsu, taijutsu, or genjutsu was called mediocre if they were ordinary.
But if they were exceptional, they were called an all-rounder!
"Also, he kept his Sharingan active for quite a long time and did not seem concerned about the chakra consumption at all."
Uchiha Domon added.
After all, the Sharingan consumed a great deal of chakra.
And the longer one used the Sharingan, the more chakra it consumed.
Hearing this, Uchiha Fugaku sank into his memories.
When Qingyu had been born, the clan had caused quite an uproar.
A woman from the Senju Clan had conceived a child with Uchiha blood. It was like stomping once more upon the already fragile balance between the two clans.
In the end, Tsunade had taken them away.
At the time, he had felt that it did not matter if a mixed-blood child was raised with the Senju. It would save the clan's hawks from making an issue of it every day.
Looking back now, that decision had been somewhat hasty.
"You can interact with Qingyu more."
"After all, since he has awakened the Sharingan, he is still one of us Uchiha."
Uchiha Domon nodded in agreement, though he could not help grumbling inwardly.
The clan head's words were certainly airtight.
When Qingyu's talent had not yet shown itself, no one in the clan had mentioned this, and few had even spoken Qingyu's name openly.
Now that he had become a genius, he was suddenly "one of the Uchiha."
His moral bottom line was, how should one put it, remarkably flexible.
Fugaku waved for Domon to leave.
Uchiha Domon bowed, then turned and slid open the paper door as he left.
Before the sound of the door closing had faded, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
Uchiha Setsuna entered.
He was an elder of the Uchiha Clan. His hair had already gone gray, and the wrinkles on his face seemed carved by a knife.
"Fugaku, I heard you summoned Domon today."
Uchiha Setsuna did not exchange pleasantries and went straight to the point.
"Yes."
"Was it because of Qingyu?"
"Of course."
Uchiha Setsuna snorted coldly and sat down opposite Fugaku, leaning on his cane.
The tip of his cane struck the floor heavily, producing a dull thud.
"That child has half Senju blood in him. His father betrayed the Uchiha Clan back then and chose to join with a woman of the Senju Clan. That was a betrayal of the Uchiha Clan."
Uchiha Setsuna's voice grew colder and colder.
"And Qingyu is the product of that betrayal."
Fugaku frowned slightly.
He knew Uchiha Setsuna had always taken a hard stance toward Qingyu, but hearing these words face-to-face still gave him a headache.
Uchiha Setsuna held great prestige within the clan, and many among the hawks were his followers.
So Fugaku could not directly refute him.
"Elder Setsuna, Qingyu awakened the Sharingan at birth, and he has now proven that he was not burdened by that power and did not develop Kekkei Genkai Disease."
"So what?"
Uchiha Setsuna remained unmoved.
"Does awakening the Sharingan erase the half of Senju blood in him? Uchiha blood must remain pure. Mixing it with Senju blood is defilement."
He put heavy emphasis on the word "defilement."
In his eyes, Uchiha glory was supreme. It was those petty Senju who had driven Lord Madara away.
They had clearly promised that Lord Madara would become Hokage, so why had they gone back on their word?
Faithless scum!
Uchiha Setsuna continued.
"Even if Qingyu appears harmless, Senju Tobirama's actions against us Uchiha back then, along with some traditions left behind by the Senju Clan, must have influenced him. Perhaps he even secretly hates the Uchiha."
Fugaku fell silent for a moment.
He did not want to clash head-on with Uchiha Setsuna, but neither could he agree with him.
"Let's set this matter aside for now."
He chose to put it aside temporarily.
"Weak."
Uchiha Setsuna was disappointed in Fugaku.
So he said nothing more and turned to leave.
After Setsuna left, Uchiha Fugaku also returned to the inner room.
A beautiful woman entered carrying a cup of hot tea and gently placed it beside Fugaku's hand.
"I heard everything."
Mikoto sat down beside Fugaku.
"Actually, Elder Setsuna's concerns are not entirely without reason. It is also true that Qingyu has no sense of belonging toward the Uchiha."
She picked up the teapot and poured Fugaku a cup.
"But a sense of belonging is not innate. It is built afterward. That child did not grow up among the Uchiha, so it is normal for him to be unfamiliar with this place."
"If we let him return to the clan for a look, interact more with children his age, and form bonds with them, perhaps things will be different."
"After all, Uchiha blood truly does flow through him."
Fugaku lifted his cup and looked at the tea within it, remaining silent for a moment.
"You're right."
One week later, in Tsunade's courtyard.
Qingyu gripped his katana and practiced swordsmanship in the yard.
The blade cut through the air, producing deep, piercing whistles.
Tsunade emerged from the house and leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a while.
This brat really is getting more handsome by the day.
Tsunade thought to herself.
"Brat, get ready. I'm taking you somewhere."
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