"Leave it to me! I'll deal with them!"
Hanyu smiled faintly, eager to test himself against worthy opponents. The confidence in his words made everyone glance his way.
He was Xuandou's eldest son.
The son of Kushina, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki and an orphan of the Uzumaki Clan.
Hanyu was hardly an obscure presence in Xuanyin, but he was nowhere near as conspicuous as Mitianxia, who handled government affairs, the restless Yunyou, or Mikazuki with her pack of ninja cats...
Everyone had always thought of him as humble and courteous.
He had inherited his mother Kushina's vivid red hair, but not the fiery temper of the "Red-Hot-Blooded Habanero."
Compared with his naturally optimistic and cheerful older brother Naruto, Hanyu seemed more like the elder brother.
Everyone often saw Itachi bringing Hanyu and Sasuke to spar at the Training Ground, where their fighting styles were visibly steady and solid.
As for how strong he was, very little had been revealed.
A ninja's strength was important intelligence.
Probably only a handful of people in all of Xuanyin knew his strength.
"Humility is a virtue, but don't let that virtue become a shackle."
"Defeat them. Let them see your power."
Dressed in a black robe patterned with red clouds, his left hand tucked inside his clothes, Itachi did not turn around. He quietly activated his Mangekyō Sharingan, probing the mysteries behind the formula of Lightning Dream Thunder Man.
He showed no concern for his student whatsoever.
As a prodigy of the Uchiha Clan, he knew full well the immense power contained in Hanyu's eyes.
Hanyu nodded without speaking, a refined smile on his lips.
Hidden from everyone's sight, vast quantities of chakra surged into his eyes, and pale purple concentric circles appeared within them.
Hanyu reached into his waist pouch, drew out kunai, and