Tekka: So the Boy Who Usually Played It Cool Had a Crush on This Little Girl

On the distant cliffs and reefs, Uchiha Tetsuka, who had been maintaining the Genjutsu, saw this scene and couldn't help but curl a sly smile.

He stood with his arms crossed on the edge of the reef, gazing at the menacing, Flesh Susanoo on the battlefield below, and muttered to himself.

"That little brat, he always seems so calm and reserved, but I never imagined that the person he cares about most is actually this little girl, Rin."

Tekka did not stop, continuing to steadily output Chakra, firmly trapping Rin who was in the illusion, and had no intention of breaking this tempering at this moment.

Just as Flesh Susanoo took a heavy step, Tokikake to crush Kake, a gray figure suddenly moved to the side, blocking Susanoo's path.

It was the Uchiha Yashiro.

He raised his palm, and layers of Senjutsu Chakra spread out, forming a light-colored Chakra barrier that directly withstood the oncoming Susanoo's impact, forcefully stopping the raging giant phantom.

A deafening roar erupted, and the sand beneath their feet collapsed and cracked layer by layer.

"Chunwu, stop!" The Yashiro's voice pierced through the roaring Chakra storm and clearly reached Chunwu's ears.

Susanoo's flesh and blood body trembled continuously. Inside Chunwu, Jungo 'Susanoo eyes were bloodshot, and blood was flowing more and more from the corners of his eyes. His emotions were still in the turmoil brought about by the illusion.

"Get out of the way! I'm going to finish him off!" Chunwu gritted his teeth and roared, his Mangekyo Sharingan spinning wildly, trying to propel Susanoo forward.

"Wake up!" Yashiro's eyes were serious, showing no sign of backing down. "You haven't returned to Origin Island yet, and you haven't used the Gene Serum jointly developed by Vallen and Caesar Clown. With your current body, this unrestrained use of the Mangekyo Sharingan will only permanently damage your body and eyes!"

After saying that, Yashiro raised his hand and pointed to where Rin was.

In reality, Rin maintained her charging stance, her physical body unharmed, but her mind was trapped in the Genjutsu world, completely unaware of everything happening outside.

"Look carefully, Rin is right there. She's truly trapped in the Genjutsu, but she hasn't broken free from the dream yet; she's not already dead. You're recklessly overdrawing your strength. If you lose your eyesight prematurely, who will protect her in the future?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, poured harshly onto Chunwu's burning and chaotic mind.

The massive body of Flesh Susanoo trembled violently, and the Chakra that was surging outwards became noticeably stagnant.

Chunwu looked into the distance through the gap in Susanoo and saw Rin standing peacefully in reality, only her consciousness was lost. The bloody scene in the illusion in his mind kept overlapping and intertwining with the real scene in front of him.

Blood kept flowing from the corner of his eye, and waves of excruciating pain from the Mangekyo Sharingan assaulted his brain. His newly Awakening pupil power was still frantically burning his meridians.

On the beach, Chaton Tokikake stood still, staring solemnly at the scene before him.

He had just faced the death threat of Susanoo, and now, seeing the standoff within the Uchiha, he was filled with apprehension and dared not rashly step forward to make a move.

The chaotic battlefield around them paused for a moment as many of the fighting marines and pirates were drawn to the suddenly appearing Flesh Susanoo.

High in the sky, the melee between Kizaru, Second Golden Lion., and Blackbeard continued, but everyone's attention was diverted to the newly emerged Mangekyo Sharingan powerhouse on the beach.

On the precipice, Tekka gazed at Chunwu, who was wavering and pausing on the battlefield. The wicked smile on his face slowly faded, and his eyes returned to calm.

The Genjutsu remains unbroken, and Rin's fate still hangs in the shadows of the dream. This test for the new generation is far from over.

On the beach, the rampant crimson Susanoo Chakra gradually subsided. Uchiha Chunwu's mind was shaken, and he barely managed to suppress the crazy impulse to overdraw his eye power.

The newly formed third-stage Flesh Susanoo slowly receded, layers of flesh, fascia, and hard bones flowing back into his body along with his Chakra, leaving only him standing amidst the smoke, his eyes bloodshot and his pale red blood slowly sliding down his chin, his whole body exuding weakness from overexertion and lingering anger.

Not far away, Chaton Tokikake stared intently at the scene before him, the astonishment on his face completely fading, replaced by a grim and ugly expression.

As Admiral in the Marine Headquarters, having spent many years sailing the seas, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Only now did he fully realize that from beginning to end, this seemingly extremely dangerous battle was not a fair fight at all.

He wasn't fighting to the death with Uchiha Chunwu at all; instead, he was being used by the people behind the scenes as a tool to temper the new generation, a whetstone to sharpen the edge of the Uchiha clan!

From the initial entanglement and pressure, to the life-or-death struggle in dire straits, and then to the boy's Awakening and breakthrough on the verge of his limit, everything was within the opponent's calculations.

All my desperate attacks and defenses, all my relentless pursuit of the final blow, were nothing more than a farcical training exercise meticulously planned by others.

Tokikake's chest was filled with unvented frustration and anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, and Armament Haki was faintly surging in his palms.

But when he looked up at the indifferent Uchiha Yashiro in front of him, his anger was forcibly suppressed, and only a deep sense of fear remained in his heart.

The black-clad man before him possessed an unfathomable aura, his oppressive presence comparable to that of Admiral-Emperor Level silently enveloping the entire area. Just standing there made him tense, not daring to make the slightest move.

He knew very well that once the other party made a move, he would have absolutely no chance of resisting.

Overwhelmed with resentment, Jiaji Tokikake couldn't hold back any longer and spoke, his voice low and hoarse, filled with unwillingness and indignation. "You Uchiha Clan, you've gone too far! From beginning to end, you've been using me, using me as a stepping stone for your juniors to gain experience?!"

Faced with Tokikake's extremely aggrieved question, Yashiro slowly lowered his eyes, looking down at the Marine Admiral Candidate Level. A cold, scarlet light flickered in the Mangekyō Sharingan his eyes, and an extremely arrogant smile appeared on his lips.

His tone was indifferent, yet laced with chilling contempt; each word was forceful and merciless. "To be a whetstone for the new generation of the Uchiha Clan is your honor. A bunch of lackeys who live off the World Government, do you even deserve to negotiate terms and fairness with your Kazuma masters?"

Every word was like a blade, piercing deeply into Tokikake's dignity.

Jiaji's face Tokikake turned ashen, his chest heaving violently. He was so angry and humiliated by this rebuke that he trembled all over, yet he was powerless to refute it.

He was well aware of the vast gap in strength between the two sides. Faced with absolute overwhelming power, all his resentment and anger seemed utterly pale and laughable.

He could only grit his teeth and suppress the humiliation in his heart, his eyes filled with suppressed rage.