Konoha Anbu's Sudden Attack

"It seems so," Yashui said with disappointment. "You are being too modest... saying you have no superior strengths is not something you should be saying. You possess formidable taijutsu and mental energy no less than my own. The moment you took over this body, you immediately awakened the One-Tomoe Sharingan and broke the genjutsu. That is a talent rare even within the Uchiha Clan."

"You flatter me," Xu Fengxin asked. "Is there any way to break this technique? I am already a dead man; life has no meaning to me anymore."

"Heh... what is meaningless to you is of great significance to me," Yashui seemed to feel some disgust toward Xu Fengxin. "You look to be only in your twenties. To die so young, you must have been killed by someone. And yet, having been killed at such a young age, you say life has no meaning to you..."

"You're wrong," Xu Fengxin said with a smile. "I committed suicide. Although I still had unfinished missions, in this world so different from my own, there is no meaning for me to live on."

This smile seemed as if he were telling someone else's story.

"I cannot understand someone like you who would commit suicide. I must live to avenge my clansmen. I must slay Uchiha Itachi and the Konoha higher-ups... and that younger brother of Uchiha Itachi... he, too, has no right to live..." Yashui's voice grew quieter and quieter.

"I will seal my soul away for the time being... but you can rest assured, I will return to reclaim my body. You must live on well as me, Uchiha Yashui... you must live until the day I reclaim this body..."

The true Uchiha Yashui was sealed away then and there. From this moment on, Xu Fengxin temporarily became Uchiha Yashui.

"Very well then, I will live on as Uchiha Yashui." He looked at the unfamiliar surroundings. "Since I am borrowing your body to survive anyway, I will temporarily live in your stead until you reclaim it."

Whoosh.

A gust of wind blew by. It was as if the wind had appeared solely to leave Xu Fengxin disheveled.

"I say, although I am borrowing your body to live for you, you didn't even tell me the general situation of this world or what habits you have... and I don't feel like you left behind any ninjutsu or the like..." He was breaking down! This meant that the current "Yashui" would have to start learning the knowledge of ninjutsu all over again!

"Wait!" Yashui suddenly realized something even more terrifying: how could there be wind in a room with the windows closed?

The replaced Yashui felt a surge of tension. Then, an Anbu wearing a mask appeared before him, carried by the wind.

"The Sharingan, have you awakened it?" The Anbu glanced at Yashui's scarlet eyes. "Then I'm sorry."

The Anbu grabbed Yashui like a chick and then left the house through the window, leaving behind only an empty room and an open window.

It is unknown how much time had passed, but by the time the Anbu threw Yashui onto the ground again, they were already on a grassy field.

"Who are you? What are you trying to do?" Yashui asked, neither servile nor overbearing.

"I am Konoha Anbu; you don't need to know what I am doing. Don't blame me; blame your Uchiha bloodline." The Anbu picked up a kunai and slowly reached toward Yashui's neck.

"Bang!" Yashui performed a sweep kick, followed by a punch to the Anbu, and immediately retreated.

"Not good..." Yashui felt his hands and feet going numb from the force of his own attack. Ultimately, it was because this body was that of a child; Yashui had subconsciously used the strength of his original body.

However, facing this Anbu, holding back would not lead to victory. The Anbu's movements just now clearly indicated an intent to end Yashui's life.

At this moment, the Sharingan in Yashui's eyes gradually faded. The Sharingan consumed chakra as long as it was active; for a child, it was already quite difficult to have maintained it for so long.

Or rather, it was that Yashui had not yet adapted to his new body and did not know how to deactivate the Sharingan.

"Kid, you've got some skill. In terms of taijutsu, you might have already reached the level of a genin. But I am a chunin." The Anbu gritted his teeth; as a Konoha Anbu of chunin rank, being hit by a child's move was a great loss of face.

"You flatter me, but I haven't even used my real skills yet." Yashui could not use any ninjutsu or genjutsu now; the only thing he could rely on was the combat techniques he brought from his previous life—which was the taijutsu of this world.

"Wind Style: Breakthrough!" The Konoha Anbu performed hand seals at a speed so fast it was hard to see. Then, three faint blades of wind rushed toward Yashui at high speed.

Yashui wanted to marvel at the speed of the hand seals in this world, but in the heat of battle, he had no energy to spare for admiration. He rolled to the side, barely dodging the attack.

The trees struck by this ninjutsu were neatly sliced into several sections.

"Ninjutsu really is a terrifying thing." Yashui formed the "Ram" seal with his hands; this was the only seal he remembered. It wasn't because he had intentionally studied hand seals while watching Naruto, but because the frequency of this seal appearing was simply too high.

The so-called "Ram" seal was the seal ninjas used to extract chakra.

Chakra was not energy stored in a fixed location, but energy stored in every cell of the body. When needed, it could not be used directly; it had to be extracted from the cells through the process of "refining chakra" before it could be utilized.

After extracting a bit of chakra, Yashui immediately activated the Sharingan. After loosening up his limbs, Yashui began to adapt to his current body.

After activating the Sharingan, the world Yashui saw was completely different from before. Although the One-Tomoe Sharingan was the lowest level of Sharingan, it still served to increase reaction speed and enhance dynamic vision. Most importantly, the One-Tomoe Sharingan allowed one to see chakra.

Yashui saw a significant amount of chakra beneath the ground at his feet and immediately jumped away.

The Anbu suddenly burst from the ground, brandishing a kunai as he lunged forward; hiding underground was a common diversionary tactic in the ninja world.

The "Anbu" who had been confronting Yashui earlier slowly vanished—it was nothing more than a Clone Technique.

The Anbu handled the kunai with great skill, the ring at the end of the handle spinning dazzlingly around his fingers. Even with the Sharingan, Yashui found it difficult to discern the patterns and routines of the Anbu's attacks for the moment.