While the elder generation of the Uchiha reached their consensus over tea, the younger generation—who were even more eager for change—were also moving toward unity.
After escorting the children home, Uchiha Yashiro, Uchiha Hazuki, and Uchiha Fugaku did not immediately disperse.
At Fugaku's sincere invitation, the three silently walked toward the center of the training ground.
The sharp ring of kunai leaving their sheaths sliced through the morning mist.
Their crossing figures served as both sparring and communication.
At the same time, the hawkish faction of the Uchiha—having received instructions—moved like arrows loosed from a bowstring, approaching members of the dovish faction first.
Ever since Anlan and Mikoto had made their relationship public, the once-tense atmosphere between the two factions had subtly changed.
At the very least—
Neither side rejected the other anymore.
With the dovish Uchiha acting as mediators, the two groups soon approached members of the Clan Head's faction as well, beginning to exchange techniques through friendly combat.
Within the Uchiha clan, nothing spoke louder than fists.
A proper fight was far more convincing than mere words.
After all, chakra was not only the product of the balanced fusion of spiritual and physical energy.
It was also the power the Sage of Six Paths once used to connect people's hearts.
And for the Uchiha—whose emotions ran so deep they nearly overflowed—
The oppressive atmosphere within the clan had long felt like a compressed spring tightening their nerves day after day.
But the moment they cast aside their mental burdens and their chakra collided violently—
They could truly feel it.
I have sensed your will.
You have understood my ambition.
Their spiritual energy surged—
Exploded—
Multiplied.
The brilliance in their Sharingan burned like crimson spider lilies.
Bold laughter mixed with the roar of ninjutsu, the thunder of explosions, and the clash of ninja tools.
The sounds echoed across the entire training ground like rolling thunder.
"Fugaku-sama, please instruct me."
Dozens of Sharingan around the training field focused on the center.
Three tomoe spun within Yashiro's eyes, glowing with deep crimson light as he lowered his stance slightly.
His katana angled toward the ground.
Chakra rose from his feet, and an invisible current suddenly swirled around him—
The opening stance of Uchiha Style — Wind-Guiding Swordsmanship.
Pure chakra surged through his meridians like flowing water.
A faint green glow spread from his palm and wrapped around the cold blade.
The air vibrated sharply, as if countless invisible threads had been drawn tight.
This sword technique—refined enough to rival A-rank ninjutsu—could unleash power comparable to S-rank techniques in the hands of an elite Uchiha possessing the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
Fugaku nodded calmly.
His stance with traditional Uchiha swordsmanship appeared completely natural.
His left hand lightly touched the scabbard.
His right rested on the hilt wrapped in black cord.
With a single thought, his chakra changed nature.
Violent Fire Release chakra surged within the scabbard.
The chakra-metal blade glowed with molten red patterns like flowing lava.
Heat waves leaked from the seams of the sheath, distorting the air.
"Please."
Before Fugaku's final word had even faded—
Yashiro's body became a gust of wind.
His blade slashed forward.
A vacuum blade formed by chakra tore through the air.
First Form — Dust Whirlwind Slash!
The violent wind pressure carved across the training field like an invisible plow.
Deep grooves split across the hardened ground as rocks scattered in every direction.
The dust cloud parted cleanly as the attack raced toward Fugaku.
The three tomoe in Fugaku's eyes spun rapidly.
At the instant the wind blade reached him—
His sword flashed from its sheath.
CLANG!
The crisp cry of steel rang out.
Blazing flames burst forth with the strike—
Like a slumbering fire dragon awakening.
Uchiha Style — Iaijutsu: Flame-Leaping Slash!
The crimson firestorm collided violently with the pale green vacuum blade.
A dazzling burst of light erupted.
A roaring shockwave spread outward.
The scorching heat whipped through the training field, sending the clothes of the spectators flapping wildly.
Many of the watching Uchiha unconsciously imagined themselves in the battle, considering how they would respond.
At the same time, through their Three-Tomoe Sharingan, the secrets of the Wind-Guiding Sword Style were being unraveled piece by piece.
Borrowing the momentum of the collision, Yashiro spun and continued his assault without pause.
His blade danced again.
Second Form — Claw Storm Wind!
Four condensed wind blades materialized in midair.
Like the talons of a giant bird, they sealed every possible escape route for Fugaku.
But Fugaku—whose strength had already reached Kage-level—had no need to confront them directly.
The tomoe in his eyes spun.
His footwork shifted lightly.
Within a space barely wider than a hair, he slipped through the deadly gaps between the wind blades.
His katana returned to its sheath.
Then, in less than a blink—
His figure blurred.
Using a perfectly mastered Body Flicker Technique, he instantly closed the distance and appeared before Yashiro.
CLANG—!
Steel crashed against steel.
Fugaku's sword suddenly changed tempo.
His once steady stance exploded into extreme aggression.
An iaijutsu slash burst forth like thunder, aiming directly for Yashiro's center.
Strong… but still not as strong as Young Master Anlan!
Yashiro's pupils shrank.
The tomoe spun wildly, tracking every change in Fugaku's chakra flow.
Gripping his sword with both hands, he leapt into the air.
All his chakra surged into the blade, forming a violently rotating deep-green storm.
Fourth Form — Rising Dust Tornado!
Five wind blades fused into a massive vortex crashing downward.
The ground below was ripped apart as dirt and rocks spiraled into the sky.
At that moment—
Fugaku's blade shone like the first light of dawn.
Blazing fire coated the edge as he advanced directly into the storm.
His sword pierced the weakest point of the vortex's core.
The second burst of Flame-Leaping Slash erupted.
A more concentrated and destructive red chakra surged forth like volcanic magma.
The tornado was ripped apart from within.
Sparks and chaotic winds clashed violently in the air.
For a moment, the explosion resembled a blooming cherry blossom tree—beautiful and destructive.
Then the shockwave scattered outward with the smell of burnt earth.
The two figures crossed through the explosion's aftermath.
In that lightning-fast moment—
Yashiro's wrist flicked.
His blade trembled.
Third Form — Clear Storm Wind Tree!
Three lightning-fast thrusts descended like the talons of an eagle.
But Fugaku seemed to have eyes on his back.
He swung a pure iaijutsu strike behind him.
The blade cut so cleanly it seemed to slice even the light itself.
When the final echo of steel faded—
The two stood back to back.
More than ten meters apart.
Yashiro's knee bent slightly.
He leaned on his sword for support, breathing heavily.
One sleeve of his clothing had been scorched black, thin smoke rising from its edges.
Fugaku, however, remained completely calm.
His breathing was steady as ever.
As he returned his blade to its sheath, his wrist subtly turned.
Several strips of cloth sliced away by the wind blades disappeared into his sleeve unnoticed.
Click.
The sword slid fully into its sheath.
Fugaku looked toward Yashiro with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"As expected of the Wind-Guiding Sword Style created by Clan Brother Anlan."
"It has added yet another worthy technique to our clan's legacy."
The surrounding Uchiha burst into laughter.
In the ninja world—
Even the greatest merchants could not compare to the Uchiha.
After all…
When it comes to copying techniques, no one does it better than the Sharingan.
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