Yashiro: Tekka, Hit Those Two with a Genjutsu Later
Halfway through his sentence, the Yashiro turned his head to look at Uchiha Tetsuka beside him.
"If he's truly driven to the brink of defeat, Tekka, it'll be your turn to strike and deliver an Genjutsu to him."
"Hello."
Upon hearing Uchiha Tetsuka couldn't help but roll his Byakugan dramatically, his lips twitching violently.
"You're a complete bastard. Fighting and shedding blood on the battlefield in reality isn't enough, you want me to use Genjutsu to put these two kids through the mental wringer as well?"
Tekka crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the young man fighting to the Chaton Tokikake in the distant battlefield. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly nodded.
"Tsk... But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem like it's entirely unworkable."
This could also subtly affect Rin, putting pressure on both of them and trying to force out their combined potential.
Remember, this is merely applying pressure; the Genjutsu will not cause any real physical or mental damage. I will handle it carefully."
The Yashiro nodded slightly.
The two were very clear about their roles. They were to succeed Uchiha Kei as protectors of this new generation of clan members who were going out to train.
Protecting the path is not about being a babysitter.
They would never step onto the battlefield, nor would they smooth over the hardships faced by their juniors, unless the entire army was wiped out and all the new generation were to perish. Hardships are the nourishment for growth.
"Remember the instructions." Yashiro turned to the Night Owl Guard lying in wait behind him and ordered, "All of you, continue to remain hidden. Without my orders, do not reveal yourselves or participate in the melee. Our mission is only observation; do not show yourselves until the very last moment."
"Understood!" The Night Owl Guard bowed his head and accepted the order. He leaped backward and retreated back into the dark shadows of the reef, disappearing with the other Night Owl Guard. The entire cliff once again returned to deathly silence.
On the distant deserted island, the fighting continues without the slightest pause.
The gaze pierced through the layers of smoke and landed on the battlefield on the beach.
Uchiha Chunwu's body was covered with wounds of varying depths, and his gray-white Clan Uniform were torn open by the slashes, with blood dripping down his arms and along the blades.
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly within its eye socket, its ocular power continuously operating at overload, causing the skin around the eye socket to turn a faint rosy hue.
He was fighting for his life, launching a fierce and relentless attack on Chaton Tokikake.
The crisp clanging of metal against metal continued incessantly, and with each clash of weapons, the powerful recoil sent shivers down his arm along the hilt.
As Marine Admiral Candidate Level, Chaton Tokikake possessed extensive combat experience. He saw through the boy's desperate fighting style and did not rush to attack. Instead, he moved around constantly looking for weaknesses. His sword moves were steady and powerful, gradually wearing down Chunwu's stamina.
"It's no use to fight desperately, Uchiha brat!" Jiaji shouted, Tokikake Chunwu back with a horizontal slash, and then kicked Chunwu's shoulder with his Haki foot.
"Puff!"
Chunwu let out a muffled groan, staggered backward several meters, and plowed two deep furrows into the sand beneath his feet. His throat churned, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
The excruciating pain spread from his shoulder throughout his body, his stamina rapidly depleted, and his Chakra was being consumed at a high speed. Even the speed at which his Three-Tomoe Sharingan began to slow down slightly.
His will remained stubborn; he gritted his teeth, gripped the blade again, and tried to pounce, but his body was already sending out warning signals of overload.
Not far away, Uchiha Rin directed the other Uchiha boys to guard the line of wounded while keeping a close eye on the battle situation on Chunwu's side. Seeing her companions falling behind step by step, her heart sank. She swung her sword to force back a Flying Pirates officer, already prepared to go and provide support at any time.
High in the sky, Second Golden Lion., Kizaru, and Blackbeard in his giant form engaged in a three-way battle, with shockwaves from the explosions sweeping across the land in waves.
On the other side, Ryokugyu's vines still tightly entangled Ace and Sabo, while Ben Beckman's gunfire continued to restrain Ryokugyu;
Red-Haired Shanks stood in the center of the chaos, sword drawn, trying his best to stop the battle from escalating.
On the beach, Weevil rampages recklessly, while Stussy walks amidst the flames of war, observing coldly from the sidelines;
Countless intelligence agents in the outer seas, who were observing the pirates and Big Mom, gazed at this hellish battlefield from afar.
All the forces were entangled and torn apart, creating complete chaos.
On the precipice, Yashiro's gaze was fixed on Chunwu, who was gradually being pushed to the brink of despair. He could clearly see the exhaustion of the boy's body and that his Three-Tomoe Sharingan was about to collapse. He was only one last life-or-death opportunity away from breaking through.
"The time is almost here," Yashiro muttered to himself.
The expression on Tekka's face also changed from playful to mocking. His eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible Genjutsu Chakra was quietly brewing in the dark, just waiting for the moment to be triggered.
The two agreed that if Chunwu was truly driven into a corner, Tekka would release Genjutsu, and at the same time, Yashiro would instantly disappear from the cliff, ready to provide a last-minute rescue.
An invisible undercurrent is already quietly surging beyond the smoke of battle; an extreme test of the spirit is brewing, waiting to descend upon Chunwu and Lin.
The battle on the deserted island beach had reached a fever pitch. The roar of artillery shook the sea, and the air was thick with the smell of blood, enveloping the entire battlefield.
Uchiha Chunwu gripped his blood-stained katana tightly, his Three-Tomoe Sharingan spinning rapidly, his eyes filled with stubbornness and resentment.
However, his raw strength ultimately stopped at the Vice Admiral level. Even with the Uchiha Clan's top-notch Taijutsu, eye-power prediction, and reckless fighting style, he was still constantly restrained and powerless when Chaton Tokikake, who was at the Yonko Commander Level.
The intense, continuous battle had depleted most of his Chakra, leaving his arms covered in deep and shallow cuts, and the intense pain constantly eroding his mobility.
He repeatedly used the extreme pressure of life-and-death battles to break through the bottleneck of his realm, attempting to cultivate the Mangekyō Sharingan. However, the three Tomoe remained firmly fixed in his pupils, and no matter how much he pushed himself and fought desperately, he could not break through the final shackles.
"Brute force and obsession cannot bridge the gap in strength."
Chaton Tokikake cold and stern. His eyes, seasoned by many battles, had already seen through Chunwu's fatigue and weaknesses. As Marine Admiral Candidate Level, his offensive and defensive system perfectly countered Chunwu's desperate fighting style. There were no unnecessary fancy moves; every strike was steady, sharp, and deadly.
Suddenly, his Haki surged, and the jet-black Armament Haki covered the entire long sword. He then unleashed a horizontal slash!
I've checked out the comments from you guys.
Some people say I've been writing about other people, but actually, I originally intended to write about an ensemble piece, but my abilities were limited, so I didn't do a good job.
The reason I've been writing from other perspectives is because the protagonist is currently too powerful. If I keep writing about the protagonist, I'm running out of inspiration. So I considered using Imu to pressure the protagonist and develop the entire family.
Actually, this is also my problem. The main reason is that I haven't watched many anime, and what I have watched are mostly Chinese anime. I also don't want to go there, as I've mentioned before.
So I wanted to write something longer and better, so I used the idea of the protagonist as a support to help others become stronger. I hope you guys won't be angry.
Finally, I'm asking for a gift~ I've been earning 40-50 yuan a day lately, and it's getting a bit too much...