30 Years in the Sea Realm

"Forget it, forget it!"

"I have no desire to fight a more pure-blooded Otsutsuki like you. You should go find Indra instead!"

Otsutsuki Yi'ao hurriedly refused.

"Pure-blooded? I didn't reach my current level of strength by relying on some bloodline, but through my own hard work. If you keep holding onto that mindset, Grandmaster is likely the limit of your potential."

Wantuluo said with disdain.

Upon hearing Wantuluo's words, Otsutsuki Yi'ao's expression shifted, but he dared not say anything; after all, Wantuluo was stronger than him.

"Haha, Wantuluo, you're absolutely right!"

"Bloodlines don't matter at all; what matters is hard work. Yuhao has a disciple who can't use ninjutsu or senjutsu. He possesses immense combat power relying solely on taijutsu. I am certain that when it comes to taijutsu, no one in the entire Ninja World is his match. Even my father admits he is inferior to him."

Asura laughed.

"Are you talking about Might? That guy's taijutsu is indeed formidable."

Indra recalled a man wearing a green tight-fitting suit and suddenly shivered.

"That's right, no one can compare to Senior Brother Might when it comes to taijutsu. Even my dad wouldn't dare claim he could definitely defeat Might."

Wantuluo said calmly.

"In terms of taijutsu, I, Indra, am willing to call him the strongest in the Ninja World."

Indra said calmly with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I, Wantuluo, agree as well!"

Wantuluo replied.

"Then I, Asura, also acknowledge his strength."

Asura quickly nodded as well, for he had already noticed Might appearing right behind Otsutsuki Yi'ao.

"Hmph, is he really that impressive?"

"I might be inferior to you all in ninjutsu, but I don't think so when it comes to taijutsu. Our lineage is quite exceptional in the realm of taijutsu."

Otsutsuki Yi'ao was unconvinced.

"Hahaha, that is truly wonderful!"

"Is this the flavor of youth? To think that besides me, there is someone else who loves taijutsu! This is truly moving; taijutsu is no worse than ninjutsu."

As he spoke, Might couldn't help but let tears stream down his face.

At the same time, Asura, Indra, and Wantuluo instinctively moved away from Might.

"Hmph... my taijutsu is definitely more... more powerful than yours!"

Otsutsuki Yi'ao said with an arrogant look, but he hesitated after seeing the man before him—dressed in green with a bowl-cut hairstyle that looked like a hat.

"Very well, then let us have a youthful spar of taijutsu!"

As he spoke, Might assumed a Wing Chun stance.

"Go fight over there! That area has more space."

Asura pointed toward an open space on the other side.

"Understood!"

Otsutsuki Yi'ao jumped up and arrived a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.

A one-sided battle began just like that.

Eight Inner Gates

"Gate of Opening!

Gate of Rest, open.

Gate of Life, open.

Gate of Pain, open.

Gate of Limit, open.

Gate of View, open.

Gate of Wonder, open."

Blue steam began to radiate from Might's body, generated by the evaporation of his sweat.

He opened the Eight Inner Gates all the way to the seventh gate in one go.

His entire body appeared to be enveloped in a glowing blue aura of chakra.

Although he had only been training in the Eight Inner Gates for ten years, he had already spent another ten years honing his taijutsu, and every time he had been injured over the years, his body had been fully healed.

Having reached this level after only a decade of training in the Eight Inner Gates, he was already on par with the Might Guy of the later era.

Sometimes, Otsutsuki Yuhao even wondered if Might was an ancestor of Might Guy.

"Ya ya ya, ah ah ah, woo hoo hoo!"

"Ya ya ya, ah ah ah, woo hoo hoo!"

"Ya ya ya, ah ah ah, woo hoo hoo!"

A one-sided battle began just like that.

Throughout the process, Otsutsuki Yi'ao was left with nothing to do but take a beating.

Furthermore, he realized he had been wrong; although he was skilled in taijutsu, his abilities—such as the Gentle Fist and other specialized techniques—required the coordination of the Byakugan to execute moves like the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms, all of which were inseparable from chakra.

In other words, he still needed to expend some chakra to initiate his taijutsu.

Might, however, was different. Aside from using chakra at the very beginning to trigger the Eight Inner Gates, the attacks he unleashed afterward were purely physical.

By throwing punches at such extreme speeds, he created powerful air cannons that struck him.

The speed was so fast that he couldn't react at all; even though his Byakugan could see the attacks coming, his body simply couldn't keep up with that level of velocity.

At this moment, Otsutsuki Yi'ao finally understood why Indra, Asura, and the others acknowledged Might's taijutsu as the strongest.

Because this was truly pure taijutsu—attacks generated solely by the body.

If one truly wanted to land a hit on Might, they would have to resort to large-scale area-of-effect attacks.

But where were they? This was the Ninja Sect.

If he were to unleash a full-power, wide-range attack, he would end up destroying the entire Ninja Sect, and at that point, he would have to face the Sage of Six Paths, Asura, and Indra all at once.

Otsutsuki Yi'ao's expression twisted into a bitter smile.

But it didn't end there. Even after Otsutsuki Yi'ao conceded, Might would still come looking for him every few days to have a "battle of youth."

In the end, this terrified Otsutsuki Yi'ao so much that he fled back to the moon.

He finally understood why Indra, Asura, and Wantuluo kept such a distance from Might.

It was always the loser who challenged the winner; how could there be a winner who constantly challenged the loser?

That was Otsutsuki Yi'ao's perspective—Might's energy was simply too boundless.

Otsutsuki Yi'ao couldn't quite handle it.

Of course, these were matters for another time.

The 30th year of the Sea Realm, another decade later.

Time flew like an arrow, the years passing like a shuttle; the flow of time was like a fluttering scroll, and every annual gathering left an indelible mark.

As Otsutsuki Yuhao held a grand family gathering at the Ninja Sect every year, clans with kekkei genkai began to appear in the Ninja World, such as the Akimichi, Nara, Aburame, Uchiha, Senju, Uzumaki, and Kaguya clans.

Asura and Indra were now forty-eight years old, and their children had already grown up and started families of their own.

Whether it was the power of the world altering the course of history or Black Zetsu pulling strings, it was unclear.

Although Asura and Indra did not engage in a civil war, their descendants—the Senju of the Forest and the Uchiha—were in constant conflict, and by the time it reached their own descendants, this friction had only deepened.

While it hadn't reached the point of a life-or-death feud, it had reached the stage of small quarrels every three days and full-blown fights every ten.

Asura and Indra did not pay much attention to the affairs of the younger generation; in their eyes, as long as no one lost their life, it was nothing to worry about.

Black Zetsu, for his part, dared not go too far, because Otsutsuki Yuhao, Otsutsuki Hagoromo, and the others were still present. These individuals had reached the Six Paths Realm, and if they truly discovered something amiss, they would certainly be able to find him—it was only a matter of time.

Therefore, Black Zetsu was waiting. He was waiting for Hagoromo, Asura, and Indra to grow old.

His lifespan was vast; he had all the time in the world to wait.