"Come at me. Let me see what you're made of." As she spoke, Yura remained seated in midair, her body slowly descending until she hovered half a foot above the ground. Her bare toes naturally touched down, and she crooked a finger at the two girls opposite her.
The two girls exchanged a glance. Terumi Meiqin immediately raised her hands and rapidly formed seals, but in the next second, her body suddenly stiffened. Two bloody marks split open across her arms. The wounds were shallow, merely breaking the skin.
"Your ninjutsu is too slow..." Yura said. "I said to use swordsmanship."
Terumi Meiqin's pupils shrank. Before she could even finish forming seals, she had already been cut. She understood Yura's meaning perfectly, lowered her hands, and placed one hand on the sword at her waist.
She had not drawn her sword. That stance was...
Yura studied her. They were about the same age, from the same generation as Sarutobi Hiruzen. Naturally, the children they had borne would be from the same generation as Sarutobi Asuma.
"Iaijutsu?"
Meanwhile, Akane had already drawn her katana. The blade had a slight curve, and a pair of bells hung from its hilt. Small holes dotted the blade, while the tip was sharpened on both sides.
Looking at the girl whose hair was tied into a bun, Yura asked, "Is your surname Zhu?"
Seeing that hairstyle, Yura seemed to recognize it. It was a Dunhuang-style flying apsara coiffure.
"No!" Akane said. "My surname is Oto. I'm from the Oto Clan."
So the given name came first.
There were all kinds of strange shinobi clans in the Shinobi World, and Yura did not dwell on it. "This sword's construction doesn't look very sturdy."
"This isn't a sword for cutting people." Holding the sword one-handed in her