"I'm not interested in men, but that young lady beside you isn't bad."
Everyone froze at Yechen's words. The female ninja from Sunagakure even looked a little bashful. Yechen had been born with handsome features, after all, and coupled with his cool demeanor, what young woman wouldn't feel her heart stir?
He was just a little too young. Otherwise, there was no telling how many women he would have swept off their feet.
"Hmph, you're arrogant," the man in the lead snorted.
"Kid, don't think having a title makes you invincible. Remember, the man who kills you is Shajiu, a Jonin of Sunagakure."
With that, Shajiu opened his Three-Star Fan, swiftly formed hand seals, and unleashed Wind Release: Sickle Weasel Technique again.
The next instant, savage wind blades swept toward Yechen on a raging gale.
Yechen narrowed his eyes, then suddenly opened them wide, revealing his Two-Tomoe Sharingan. His opponent was a Jonin; he couldn't afford to be careless. He would never make the same mistake twice.
"Leave their Jonin to me. Keep the others occupied and focus on defense."
Without waiting for his three subordinates to respond, Yechen shot into the air. A white, spiraling sphere of light condensed in his hand-the Rasengan's first form, Cyclone.
Boom!
The Rasengan's explosive rotation blasted apart the Sickle Weasel wind blades.
Shajiu's eyes froze at the sight. He had never seen such a simple yet brutally effective ninjutsu. Coming to his senses, he retreated three meters and opened his Three-Star Fan again. The second spot of light on its surface began to shine.
At the same time, he swiftly completed his hand seals. A vast amount of chakra poured into the Three-Star Fan, and he swung it hard, shouting,
"Wind Release: Great Sickle Weasel Technique!"
The next instant, a gale even stronger