"The one you ran into... was that Old Man Fūma, right?"
Tengen Uzui sounded a little speechless.
"He's one of the very best fighters in the village, and you called that 'playing' for a bit?"
"You really are flamboyantly arrogant."
Hearing their conversation,
Uzui Gen'nosuke, who lay slumped nearby, could not help propping himself up to look at the boy several years younger than his older brother.
Lord Fūma... lost too?
Not long ago, shortly after his older brother had defeated their father in an utterly one-sided fight,
that boy with the snake-like eyes had also arrived here with that woman, Makio.
From his footsteps and the rhythm of his breathing alone,
it was clear that he, too, was an incredible fighter.
Their family's most elite [Shadow Corps] had been completely helpless against him.
And this latest arrival
was an even bigger heavyweight.
Even without fighting him, Gen'nosuke could already tell from his clothing where he stood among the trio that included his brother.
After all, he was the only one wearing the most extravagant haori.
Noticing that the young ninja with the battered, swollen face was looking at him,
Xia Xi could not help giving him another couple of looks.
"Is this that little brother you mentioned?"
[Uzui Gen'nosuke] ┣Energy level: 167 (body 69, technique 57, mind 41) ┣Notes: [Lackey][Budget Version of the Second Hashira][Loving father, dutiful son] ┗Ninjutsu LV.6
His strength was pretty decent.
He might even have been a little stronger than Flashy Bro had been a few years ago.
It was just...
"Why are your hair colors so different?"
Flashy Bro had beautiful silver hair.
When the sunlight was good, it could even reflect a rainbow-like glow.
But the young man before him, whose whole face was swollen,
had a thoroughly black, expressionless-character-style spiky