Chapter 98
The Daimyō of the other Four Great Nations were Guards there!
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call that place as impregnable as a fortress.
Mifune recalled a Samurai with a sharp aura who had appeared a few days ago, and his expression unconsciously became serious.
Those 387 Samurai were no match for him, far from being a match at all!!
Not to mention the personal Guards from the other four major villages.
"Uchiha Liuyun... Victory will be recorded in the annals of the Shinobi World; even defeat will not have been in vain for your journey to the Shinobi World!"
"Regardless of victory or defeat, you are destined to be the most brilliant figure in the history of modern Shinobi World, second only to Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha!"
Mifune gazed at the distant sky and murmured to himself.
Iron Grand Canyon!
The ground was rugged and uneven, with low, rolling hills everywhere.
At the very back, a huge and luxurious tent stands.
Inside the tent, the Four Country Daimyō sat in the main seat without any hesitation.
Beside him were the other four village kage, the Third Mizukage, the Third Tsuchikage, the young Fourth Raikage, and the Chiyo siblings.
An old man was sitting in front of these people!
The old man had snow-white hair, a dark and gaunt face.
He looked like he had very little flesh on his bones, like a frail old man who would collapse at the slightest touch.
If it weren't for the fact that you could clearly hear the old man's breathing, you would have thought he was dead.
However, no one present, including the various shadows, dared to underestimate this old man.
He is a legend in the Samurai World, a being hailed as a saint by the Samurai World, whose status is equivalent to Hashirama Senju in the Shinobi World!
Miyamoto Musashi!
In his youth, he roamed the Shinobi World with his superb swordsmanship, even fighting against some of the Kage-Level Strongest from various countries without being defeated.
Now, after years of dedicated study, his kendo skills have probably reached a new level.
No one knew his true strength; the mere aura he exuded upon his arrival made the other figures feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"The Shinobi World is indeed a deep and complex place. I never expected that Uchiha Liuyun's explosion would actually bring him out!"
The Fourth Raikage spoke casually.
"Perfect timing to have Liuyun scout ahead for us, to test the waters of this old codger. The aura emanating from him is enough to make even this old man's heart tremble!"
Ōnoki murmured softly.
"That person should be from the same era as the First Hokage!" Chiyo said with a serious expression.
If Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju represent the pinnacle of the Shinobi World, then the Samurai World is represented by the person right in front of us.
"Uchiha Liuyun ...tsk tsk!" Ebizo murmured a few times, his tone tinged with admiration.
Just then, a rumbling thunderclap came from afar.
"Different stances lead to different perspectives on the nature of things. Everyone has the right to make their own choices, but the weak have no right to choose; they are destined to be chosen!"
"Here he comes! Only Uchiha Liuyun himself can say that!"
Ebizo had dealt with Liuyun the longest, quickly spoke up.
"So, the 50,000 Samurai on the border have already..."
Ōnoki frowned deeply, his tone extremely grave.
"Get ready! It could be a tough battle!"
The Fourth Raikage's expression returned to normal, becoming extremely serious.
The atmosphere inside the tent instantly became tense.
The old man kept his eyes closed throughout, seemingly indifferent to everything.
If a master swordsman were to do this again, they would surely gasp in astonishment.
Because the old man's vital energy had already begun to gather, or was gradually gathering.
With his energy and spirit gathered together, the old man's strength could instantly reach its peak, allowing him to exert 120% of his previous power.
After an unknown amount of time, the old man, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
Buzz!
The old man's eyes were deep and sharp, and an invisible sword aura appeared as he opened them.
It burst forth instantly, cleaving the tent door on the opposite side in two.
"They've arrived!" the old man Miyamoto Musashi, said in a hoarse voice.
"I'll take my leave now. This is a matter for our Samurai World; leave it to me!"
"Let this old man witness the clash between the old and the new. This kid named Uchiha Liuyun..."
"How dare you say that you want to make Daimyō a thing of the past!"
The old man spoke slowly and deliberately, showing no intention of conversing with the figures behind him.
Uchiha Liuyun was right when he said that this was a clash between new-era Ninjutsu and old-era Samurai.
Regardless of why the village chieftains came to protect the Daimyō, he was only here to do his last bit for the old era.
Let them know, let the entire Shinobi World know, that there were strong people in the old era too.
The old man strolled out, while Chiyo and the others remained calm, after all, they were also ships of the new era.
Why are you meddling in other people's business when they didn't ask for your help?
"Should we go help them?" suggested the straightforward Fourth Raikage A, A.
"They've already said they won't let us help!" Chiyo said in a deep voice.
"How can we not help? You've all come to help us, how can we not cooperate! Go! Go help now!"
Before the village lords could even speak, the four Daimyō above them grew dissatisfied, as their lives were at stake.
Chapter 148 Thanks for cooperating with my show-off! (4th update!)
Chiyo and the others left, disgruntled, leaving only a few Elite Jonin guards behind.
As soon as they came out, the dissatisfaction on their faces changed like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, turning into solemnity and horror.
Nine Ice Dragon roared in the sky, and Ice Shards drifted down below, turning the entire Land of Iron into a white expanse wherever they passed.
The destructive energy emanating from the nine Ice Dragons, in particular, caused the group to feel both apprehensive and extremely wary.
"Why do I feel like punching this kid every time I see him?!"
The Fourth Raikage clenched his fist, a hint of anger in his eyes.
Ebizo felt he had found his voice and nodded in deep agreement.
"Looking at the Chakra fluctuations on the nine Ice Dragons... all I can say is, this kid is risking his life to show off!"
"Without Chakra, let's see how this kid escapes from us!" Chiyo sneered.
"Do you need me to take action and bring that ice dragon down from the sky for you?"
Ōnoki floated in front of the old man and spoke with a smile.
"No need for you to bother!" Miyamoto Musashi said indifferently.
"Hmph! Good intentions are wasted," Ōnoki sneered, and floated lightly to Chiyo and the others.
"Look! You've been humiliated! They're not even on the same wavelength as us!"
Chiyo wore a faint smile.
"Uchiha Liuyun! I've come here only to ask you one question: what is your true purpose?"
Miyamoto Musashi in a low voice, his indifferent tone, though devoid of Chakra, clearly reaching Liuyun's ears.
This question made Liuyun, who was originally planning to take action, secretly give the old man a thumbs up.
Isn't this just playing along with his showing off?
He coughed lightly, and a deep voice slowly escaped his lips, then spread throughout the entire Land of Iron.
"When I reach a high place, I find myself always alone, with no one to talk to. The desolate winter makes me shiver. What is my purpose at such a height?"
"Being invincible is so lonely, I want to find some fun for myself!!"
"Damn it! It's that line again! Can't they live without showing off?! I can't take it anymore!"
The brute Fourth Raikage roared, his body crackling with lightning, and in the next instant, he soared into the sky.
"Lariat!"
Powerful Chakra gathered in his hand, and the Fourth Raikage instantly appeared in front of Liuyun.
With an iron fist capable of shattering the air, it slammed down fiercely towards Liuyun's face.
When!
A dull thud echoed in mid-air.
An ice wall made of deep blue Ice appeared in front of the Fourth Raikage.
"You only inherited your father, the Third Raikage's, temper, but not his intelligence!"
Standing proudly atop the carriage with his arms crossed, Liuyun replied with an aloof expression.
With a slight tap of his index finger, an Ice Dragon flew out from the side of the chariot and bit the Fourth Raikage's legs before he could react.
With a forceful downward swing, it slammed onto the ground like a falling meteor!
A small pit suddenly appeared on the uneven hillside.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the Fourth Raikage emerged, his dark face filled with solemnity and anger.
"That damned bastard!"
Just as he was about to make another move, Ōnoki appeared in front of the Fourth Raikage and said in a deep voice.
"You should be thankful he didn't intend to kill you, otherwise... you'd be dead!"
"The Third Tsuchikage is right. What we need to do now is wait and see!"
Chiyo walked up, her old eyes slightly narrowed, glancing almost imperceptibly at the old man not far ahead.
"I started wielding a sword at the age of three, practiced swordsmanship at five, and continued this practice day after day, year after year. I mastered it and descended the mountain at the age of eighteen."
"By the age of 25, I had apprenticed with all the masters in the Samurai World; by the age of 30, no one in the Samurai World could rival me."
"From then on, I lived in seclusion deep in the mountains, with only my sword for company. Before I knew it, 40 years had passed!"
Miyamoto Musashi gently stroked a specially made Long Sword at his waist, murmuring to himself.
A gentle breeze stirred, and the cold wind tousled his hair.
"I know all too well what it's like to be invincible, and I also know all too well the loneliness of standing at the summit!"
"What I didn't expect was that you would reach this level at such a young age!"
Miyamoto Musashi suddenly changed the subject.
"I've practiced swordsmanship my whole life, but I've only ever practiced the most basic slashing!"
"I believe that constant dripping wears away a stone, and practice makes perfect!"
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I practiced this for 60 years, and only recently have I finally grasped its essence and understood it!
With each word the old man spoke, his sword intent would gather a little more.
The Liuyun in mid-air could clearly sense the terrifying sword intent emanating from beside the old man.
It seems to be waiting for a critical point to explode.