The dozen or so young and vigorous Sarutobi clansmen looked at each other, an unyielding pride welling up from the bottom of their hearts.
"Lord Clan Head, this... isn't appropriate, is it?"
A more steady-minded boy said hesitantly, "There are so many of us, if we accidentally hurt you..."
"Hahaha..."
Hearing this, Sarutobi Hiruzen couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He clearly saw the unyielding pride in the boys' eyes, as well as the eagerness hidden beneath their respect.
What wonderful eyes.
Young, vigorous, full of possibilities.
Of course, they also needed a good beating.
The smile on Sarutobi Hiruzen's face did not diminish, and he just added lightly.
"Don't worry. If you can touch the corner of my clothes, you win."
This sentence instantly stirred up a thousand waves.
It completely ignited the flame named fighting intent in the hearts of the teenagers.
"Alright! Lord Clan Head! Then we won't hold back!"
Sarutobi Hasumi took a deep breath and was the first to step forward.
He gave a sharp look to his companions behind him.
The dozen or so people instantly understood, quickly dispersed, and surrounded Sarutobi Hiruzen.
A standard battlefield encirclement formation quietly took shape.
"Everyone! Show the coordination we learned in the simulated battlefield!"
Hasumi's voice carried a slight tremor of excitement.
"Let Lord Clan Head see the power of our Sarutobi clan's new generation!"
"Yes!"
The young people roared in unison.
"Go!"
With Hasumi's order, a dozen young figures rushed down like tigers descending a mountain, attacking from all directions simultaneously towards the figure standing with one hand behind his back, seemingly "full of flaws."
"Good move."
The smile on Sarutobi Hiruzen's face remained unchanged, but a sharp light flashed in his always gentle eyes.
The battle erupted instantly.
Rushing at the very front were two of the most robust young men.
From left and right, two powerful straight punches with whistling wind aimed straight at Hiruzen's face and chest.
However, just as the fist wind reached his body, the tip of Sarutobi Hiruzen's right foot tapped lightly on the ground.
His entire body drifted back half a step like a weightless willow catkin.
The distance was judged to perfection.
Those two heavy punches, capable of splitting stone, grazed the corner of his clothes and smashed fiercely into empty air.
The two young men missed their strike and were slightly stunned.
"Focus."
A calm voice sounded in their ears.
Sarutobi Hiruzen's idle right hand shot out like lightning.
His index and middle fingers were held together, harder than steel, and precisely tapped on the pulse points of their wrists.
"Ugh!"
The two only felt a numbing clever force from their wrists, as if all the strength in their bodies was drained by this finger, and their fists instantly went limp.
At the same time, Sarutobi Hiruzen's body turned with the momentum.
With his right foot as the axis, he made a graceful and free-spirited spin.
Two seemingly light swing punches landed on their chests.
Thump! Thump!
Two muffled sounds.
The boys leading the charge didn't even have time to scream before their bodies flew backward like broken kites and fell heavily to the ground.
The whole process happened in a flash.
The companions behind didn't even see clearly what had happened, and their two proud main attackers had already lost their combat capability.
"So strong!"
Everyone was shaken, but the offensive did not stop because of this.
Three clansmen skilled in speed had already circled behind Hiruzen like ghosts, attacking in a triangle formation.
The kunai in their hands glinted coldly in the sunlight, aiming at Hiruzen's back, neck, and lower body.
"Shoo—"
However, Sarutobi Hiruzen didn't even turn his head; his ears had already caught the sound of the wind.
His steps seemed casual, yet within a square inch, he made three incredible turns in succession.
His body was like a leaf dancing in a gale, agile and graceful, causing all fatal attacks to miss by a hair's breadth.
At the moment of neutralizing the sneak attack, Sarutobi Hiruzen's body suddenly lowered and stepped forward.
His right hand formed a claw and lightning-fast grabbed one person's ankle.
Applying force with his arm, he swung upwards violently.
"Ah—!"
The clansman let out a cry of alarm, his whole body being used as a human weapon, swung by Hiruzen and smashed fiercely towards the other two companions.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
After a chaotic tumble, the three collapsed on the ground in a heap.
At this time, Hasumi's attack finally arrived.
His fist, wrapped in the sound of breaking wind, gathered half of his strength and lunged straight at Sarutobi Hiruzen's midsection.
However, in the next instant, in Sarutobi Hasumi's vision, the Clan Head's figure seemed never to have moved.
Only two fingers, held together like a sword, were waiting on the trajectory of his attack at some point.
Not fast, not slow, even carrying a bit of leisurely ease.
Those two fingers met his fist precisely.
"Good offensive."
The indifferent evaluation sounded almost right next to the boy's ear.
And at this moment, an irresistible force was transmitted from those two fingers.
Sarutobi Hasumi's fierce forward momentum was strangely turned backward by this force.
His mind went blank.
His body completely lost control.
Like a puppet with cut strings, he flew backward uncontrollably.
"Thump!"
He crashed heavily into the companion who had just rushed up behind him.
The two instantly rolled into a ball, in a sorry state.
Chaos began.
Sarutobi Hiruzen's figure constantly shuttled, dodged, and blocked amidst the siege of a dozen young people.
He always used only his right hand.
Every time he struck, he precisely found the flaw in the opponent's attack.
Then he neutralized it in the simplest and most effective way, and gave guidance along the way.
In less than half a minute.
The training ground was strewn with wailing figures lying in disorder.
A dozen or so young and vigorous Sarutobi clansmen were now all bruised and swollen, lying on the ground gasping for breath, without even the strength to stand up.
Sarutobi Hiruzen still stood perfectly fine in the center of the field.
There wasn't even a single wrinkle on the corner of his clothes.
Sarutobi Hiruzen looked at the "corpses" all over the ground, his gaze finally locking onto the only figure in the field who was still supporting his body with his hands, barely managing not to lie down completely.
Sarutobi Hasumi.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, forming a playful arc.
"Hasumi, you've made great progress."
"But..."
"Let me see where your limit truly lies."
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