There were quite a few young scions at the banquet. When they heard the title "number one swordsman of the younger generation," some were openly disdainful, believing that if they had participated, the championship would surely have been theirs.
But after hearing Uchiha Yo's words, everyone felt this kid was outrageously arrogant. They had merely been polite, yet he had taken it seriously. And that man beside him—wasn't he just the runner-up? What, did anyone who wanted to challenge him first have to defeat the gatekeeper?
Uchiha Yo paid no attention to the reactions around him and continued, "I see quite a few outstanding talents here today, all young experts of our Land of Fire. Why not come out and put on a swordsmanship exhibition for His Excellency the Daimyo?"
The moment he said that, several young men rose to their feet, provoked by his words. Uchiha Kuzan smiled faintly, thinking to himself that his young clansman really knew how to pile work onto him.
At that moment, someone stepped forward. "Your Excellency the Daimyo, this is a banquet. Drawing blood would be inappropriate. Why not have these young talents use wooden swords instead?" With a clap of his hands, several attendants brought out wooden swords of varying lengths.
The Uchiha youths sneered. Did they take them for fools? They had only just decided to have some fun, and the props were already prepared. They must have long wanted to witness the Uchiha Clan's prowess.
Uchiha Yo smiled. "Fine, then please, enter the field." He patted Uchiha Kuzan on the shoulder and added, "Go easy. Don't scare the little ones." His voice was not loud, yet everyone heard him clearly.
Uchiha Kuzan walked into the field, casually picked up a wooden sword, and said, "Are you coming all at once,