"Forget it, forget it!"
"I don't want to fight you, the purer Otsutsuki. Go find Indra instead!"
Otsutsuki Yi'ao hurriedly refused.
"Pure-blooded? I reached my current level through my own hard work, not because of my bloodline. If you keep thinking that way, Grandmaster is probably the limit of what you'll ever achieve."
Wantuluo said disdainfully.
Otsutsuki Yi'ao's expression changed when he heard Wantuluo's words, but he didn't dare say anything. Wantuluo was stronger than him, after all.
"Haha, Wantuluo's right!"
"Bloodlines don't matter. What matters is hard work.
Yuhao has a disciple who can't use ninjutsu or Senjutsu.
He has powerful fighting ability through Taijutsu alone. I dare say that no one in the entire Ninja World can beat him at Taijutsu.
Even my father admitted that he was no match for him."
Asura laughed.
"You mean Might? That guy's Taijutsu really is incredible."
Indra thought of a man wearing a green jumpsuit and shuddered.
"That's right. When it comes to Taijutsu, no one can match Senior Might.
Even my dad wouldn't dare claim he could definitely beat Might."
Wantuluo said casually.
"When it comes to Taijutsu, I, Indra, consider him the strongest in the Ninja World."
Indra folded his arms across his chest and said casually.
"I, Wantuluo, agree!"
Wantuluo replied.
"Then I, Asura, acknowledge his strength too."
Asura quickly nodded as well, because he had spotted Might appearing behind Otsutsuki Yi'ao.
"Hmph, is he really that amazing?"
"I may not be as good as you at ninjutsu, but I don't think you can say the same about Taijutsu.
Our lineage is quite good at Taijutsu."
Otsutsuki Yi'ao was unconvinced.
"Hahahaha, that's wonderful!"
"Is this the spirit of youth? I never knew anyone besides me liked Taijutsu!
I'm so moved! Taijutsu is no worse than ninjutsu."
As he spoke, Might couldn't help bursting into tears.
Meanwhile, Asura, Indra, and Wantuluo instinctively moved away from Might.
"Hmph... My Taijutsu is definitely better than yours!"
Otsutsuki Yi'ao said proudly. But when he saw the man in green standing before him, with his bangs cut straight across like a hat, he hesitated.
"Excellent! Then let's have a youthful Taijutsu match!"
As he spoke, Might struck a Wing Chun pose.
"Let's fight over there. There's more room."
Asura pointed to an open space nearby.
"Sounds good!"
Otsutsuki Yi'ao sprang up and landed a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.
And so, a one-sided fight began.
Eight Inner Gates
"Gate of Opening, open!
Gate of Healing, open.
Gate of Life, open.
Gate of Pain, open.
Gate of Limit, open.
Gate of View, open.
Gate of Wonder, open."
Blue steam, produced by evaporating sweat, began to rise from Might's body.
He opened the Eight Inner Gates all the way to the Seventh Gate in an instant.
He looked as if he were surrounded by a blue glow of chakra.
He had only trained in the Eight Inner Gates for ten years, but he had already spent ten years training in Taijutsu. On top of that, whenever he got injured over the years, his body had been healed.
After just ten years of training, he had already mastered the Eight Inner Gates to a degree comparable to Might Guy in his later years.
Sometimes, even Otsutsuki Yuhao wondered if Might was Might Guy's ancestor.
"Yaaah, aaah, woo-hoo!"
"Yaaah, aaah, woo-hoo!"
"Yaaah, aaah, woo-hoo!"
And so, a one-sided fight began.
Otsutsuki Yi'ao did nothing but take a beating.
He also realized he had been wrong. Although he was skilled in Taijutsu, his special techniques, such as Gentle Fist, relied on the Byakugan. Techniques like Gentle Fist and the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms required the Byakugan, and they couldn't be performed without chakra.
In other words, even when using Taijutsu, he still needed chakra to activate some techniques.
Might was different. Aside from using chakra at the start to activate the Eight Inner Gates, every attack he made afterward was pure Taijutsu.
His punches struck the air at incredible speed, creating powerful air cannons that blasted Otsutsuki Yi'ao.
They were so fast that Otsutsuki Yi'ao couldn't react in time. Even though the Byakugan let him see them, his body simply couldn't keep up.
At last, Otsutsuki Yi'ao understood why Indra, Asura, and the others acknowledged Might as the strongest at Taijutsu.
This was true Taijutsu—attacks unleashed by the body alone.
To hit Might, he would have to use wide-area attacks.
But where were they? They were in the Ninja Sect.
If he unleashed a wide-area attack at full power, he would destroy the entire Ninja Sect. And then he would have to face the Sage of Six Paths, Asura, and Indra.
Otsutsuki Yi'ao's face twisted into a wry smile.
But that wasn't the end of it. Even after Otsutsuki Yi'ao admitted defeat, Might kept showing up every few days to challenge him to another youthful battle.
In the end, Otsutsuki Yi'ao was so scared that he fled back to the moon.
He finally understood why Indra, Asura, and Wantuluo had all kept their distance from Might.
Usually, it was the loser who challenged the winner again. When had a winner ever kept challenging the loser?
That was what Otsutsuki Yi'ao thought. Might had far too much energy.
Otsutsuki Yi'ao could barely take it.
Of course, that all happened later.
Thirty years into the Sea Realm era, another ten years had passed.
Time flew by, and the years slipped away like pages turning in a picture scroll. Each year's gathering left an indelible mark.
Since Otsutsuki Yuhao held a large family reunion at the Ninja Sect every year, families with Kekkei Genkai appeared in the Ninja World, including the Akimichi Clan, Nara Clan, Aburame Clan, Uchiha Clan, Senju Clan, Uzumaki Clan, and Kaguya Clan.
Asura and Indra were already forty-eight, and their children had grown up and had children of their own.
Whether the world's will was changing the course of history or Black Zetsu was up to something, no one knew.
Asura and Indra had never fought a civil war.
But their descendants, the Senju of the Forest and the Uchiha, were constantly at odds. By the time their descendants' children came along, the conflict had grown even worse.
It hadn't reached the point of fighting to the death, but they were already at the stage of a small scuffle every three days and a real fight every ten.
Asura and Indra didn't pay much attention to the younger generation's affairs. As far as they were concerned, as long as no one got killed, it wasn't a problem.
Black Zetsu didn't dare go too far, either. Otsutsuki Yuhao, Otsutsuki Hagoromo, and the others were still around. They had reached the Six Paths Realm, and if they really noticed anything wrong, they would surely be able to find him. It was only a matter of time.
So Black Zetsu waited. He waited for Hagoromo, Asura, Indra, and the others to grow old.
His lifespan was long. He had all the time in the world.
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