Uchiha Clan Compound. Training Ground.
The sun was shining-a perfect day for sparring.
But the two men standing on the Training Ground looked less like they were sparring and more like they were venting their resentment at being grounded.
Genya and Hashirama stood twenty paces apart and exchanged a glance.
No words were needed. Their understanding reached its peak at that moment.
Genya struck first, using nothing but taijutsu.
His punch compressed the air into a visible ripple that shot straight toward Hashirama's face.
Hashirama tilted his head to dodge, then swung a palm toward Genya's chest.
Genya stepped back. The gust from the palm swept past his clothes, and the wooden post behind him silently split in two.
They traded blows, fists and feet clashing. Every collision produced a dull boom, like thunder.
Cracks spread across the ground, gravel flew, and the shock waves overturned the weapon rack at the edge of the Training Ground, scattering shuriken everywhere.
Several Uchiha Clan Members watched from a distance, wanting to approach but not daring to.
"Should we try to talk them down?"
A young clan member asked in a low voice. The older clan member beside him shook his head.
"Talk them down from what? They're not even taking this seriously."
The young clan member's mouth twitched as he looked at the scattered rubble and the wooden posts sent flying by the shock waves.
This was them not taking it seriously?
They really weren't.
Genya hadn't used his Mangekyo, and Hashirama hadn't used Wood Release. Both were using only the most basic taijutsu, keeping even their chakra to a minimum.
But even so, the Training Ground was on the verge of being demolished.
"Stop."
Genya abruptly pulled back and retreated three steps.
Hashirama stopped as well, the wind from his fists