Interest stirred in Madara's eyes.
The battle on the field continued.
Although Hanyu had been grazed, his movements were unaffected.
He took a deep breath, stopped defending passively, and began closing in on Itachi.
"Young Master Hanyu is going on the offensive!"
The watching ninja grew excited.
They had watched Itachi and Hanyu fight many times and knew that Hanyu usually favored steady, methodical fighting, looking for an opening to finish things with a single strike.
Today, he had clearly found an opportunity.
Itachi seemed to sense Hanyu's intent as well. He held nothing back with his kunai, throwing them one after another in a dense barrage that blocked every route forward.
Hanyu did not retreat.
He wove through the barrage, twisting sideways, dropping low, and leaping into the air.
Kunai grazed his shoulders, arms, and thighs, leaving shallow bloody marks, but he seemed unable to feel pain. His eyes were fixed solely on the white circle two meters away.
His wounds healed rapidly under the effects of Yang Release, stopping the bleeding before any blood could flow out.
The Uzumaki Clan's immense vitality, combined with the restorative power of Yang Release, gave him endurance far beyond that of ordinary people.
"This kid's stamina is terrifying..."
Someone could not help exclaiming.
"The real thing is how fast he heals. Look at his wounds. They disappear after a few seconds."
"He's fucking eight?"
Comments rose all around him, but Hanyu paid them no heed.
His breathing remained steady and his steps unhurried, as though he were taking a stroll rather than dodging lethal attacks.
At last, Itachi's hand found nothing.
He had used up every kunai in the pouch at his waist.
He glanced at Hanyu, a barely perceptible smile rising at the corners of his mouth.
*This kid was wearing