Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 165 Fugaku Learns Martial Arts, The Wonderful Use of Shadow Clone Techniques

Uncle Tu lightly tapped the ground with his long staff: "You easily blocked my attack using your Sharingan. But what if you encounter an opponent faster than you? Even if you can see their movements, what's the use if your body can't keep up?"

Fugaku's expression hardened. He recalled the scene when he fought against the Child of the Corpse Nest. Although the Sharingan could predict the opponent's movements, in that extreme state, the body's reaction speed could not keep up with the eye's ability to detect.

His fingers gently traced the long staffs: "A true master can accurately judge an opponent's attack even with their eyes closed. This requires an understanding of the essence of power, not just relying on what they see."

Uncle Tu suddenly swept his staff horizontally, and Fu Yue instantly saw the trajectory and blocked it with his long staff.

"Clang!" The metal struck, and Fugaku felt a subtle force travel along the staff, his wrist went numb, and the staff almost slipped from his hand.

"Did you see that?" Uncle withdrew his long staff. "My strike looked like a sweeping motion, but it actually contained a force of recoil. Although you blocked the sweep, you couldn't neutralize that recoil."

"The spear moves like a dragon, the staff like rain. The essence of staff fighting lies in its unpredictability and endless variations." Uncle Tu swiftly tapped the air with his long staff. "Each strike contains multiple variations; you must 'understand' the rhythm within them."

"In the end, your physical skills are still lacking." Uncle Tu tapped the ground lightly with his long staff, making a crisp sound. "Here's what I'll teach you: the Eight Desolations Staff Technique. Although this technique looks simple and straightforward, and the moves aren't flashy, its strength lies in its practicality. Whether facing a direct enemy or fighting in a group, you can handle it with ease."

"Sweep across the eight wastelands!" Uncle Tu shouted, sweeping his long staff horizontally along the ground, the staff shadow unfolding in a fan shape.

"Sky-Piercing Thrust!" The long staff suddenly changed direction, striking forward like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

"Shield Stance!" The long staff was held horizontally in front of the chest, forming a defensive stance.

"Crush the mountain!" The long staff lashed out from below.

Fugaku watched each movement intently, his Sharingan recording every detail of the techniques. However, he didn't immediately imitate them, but instead carefully studied the techniques of force application contained within.

"Give it a try." Uncle Tu stopped and stood up.

Fugaku nodded, holding the staff in both hands and assuming a starting stance. The staff danced in his hands, his movements fluid and graceful, much smoother than before.

"Good!" Uncle Tu's eyes lit up. "I didn't expect you to grasp it so quickly. However..."

He suddenly lunged forward, his long staff flashing like lightning as it struck Fugaku's shoulder. Fugaku tried to dodge, but found that Uncle Tu's attack was cunning and impossible to avoid.

"Bang!"

Fugaku took a hit to the shoulder, but the force of the blow was not strong.

"Remember, the essence of staff fighting lies in actual combat. Simply memorizing the moves is useless; you must experience them in real combat to truly grasp their meaning." Uncle Tu sheathed his staff. "Come on, let's try again!"

"Not bad, you've improved very quickly." Uncle Tu put away his long staff and nodded in satisfaction. "At this rate, you'll be able to fully master this staff technique in about a month."

"A month?" Fugaku frowned immediately. That was too long; he couldn't wait that long. The Corpse King would attack in seven days, and he had to find a way to increase his strength as soon as possible.

"What, you think a month is too slow?" Uncle Tu chuckled, somewhat exasperated. "You're really greedy, kid. You know, most people can't even get started in less than a year or two. Unless you can split yourself into ten parts and cultivate simultaneously, maybe that would be more like it. Your talent has already made this old man... huh?"

Before he could finish speaking, Fugaku suddenly planted his staff in the ground and quickly formed hand seals.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of white smoke burst open in the training field. When the smoke cleared, more than a dozen identical Fugaku figures stood neatly in the center of the field, each holding a long staff, just like the original.

"What is this?" Uncle Tu's eyes widened, and he almost dropped the long stick in his hand.

"Shadow Clone Technique," Fugaku said, gesturing for his clones to assume their fighting stances. "These clones are not illusions, but real entities. Everything they experience and learn will be fed back to the original body after they disappear."

If it were the old Fugaku, he definitely wouldn't have been able to maintain so many high-quality shadow clones. But since fusing with Hashirama's cells, his chakra reserves and recovery speed have been greatly enhanced, so he can still maintain a dozen or so shadow clones, since he doesn't need to fight.

"You mean," Uncle Tu seemed to understand something, "that the experience gained from cultivating these clones can be passed on to you?"

Uncle Tu gasped in shock. He had been immersed in martial arts for decades, and this method of training was simply unheard of. Even the most brilliant geniuses in ancient martial arts needed to practice diligently day after day just to even begin to grasp the basics.

But now, Fugaku has used this method to directly compress his training time by more than ten times!

"Incredible!" Uncle Tu muttered to himself. "With this method, let alone a month, even three days would be enough for you to master this staff technique!"

At this moment, each clone was practicing different moves. Some were practicing basic skills, some were experimenting with variations, and some were sparring with each other. The entire training ground was instantly enveloped by dense shadows of sticks.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sounds of metal clashing echoed throughout the underground training ground, where a dense barrage of blows reverberated. Uncle Tu paced back and forth in the arena, occasionally offering pointers.

Soon, Fugaku and his clones had been practicing for four hours straight, their clothes soaked with sweat, but each "Fugaku" remained highly focused.

Suddenly, the movement of one of the clones caught Uncle Tu's attention. The clone was practicing the "Sky-Piercing Thrust," but at the moment of retracting the staff, it added a clever twist, making the originally straightforward move unpredictable.

"Interesting." Uncle Tu's eyes lit up. "You're not just repeating the movements, but simultaneously exploring the variations in staff techniques?"

Fugaku nodded: "Each clone is understanding and practicing the staff technique from a different perspective. Some are focusing on power generation techniques, some are studying variations of the moves, and some are experimenting with new variations of the moves."

"Brilliant!" Uncle Tu's eyes gleamed. "A dozen like-minded geniuses are simultaneously studying martial arts, sharing insights, and all these insights will eventually converge on one person."

He suddenly had an idea, a sly glint in his eyes: "Since you can create so many clones, how about we try something more exciting?"

"What do you mean?" Fugaku raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, it's practical training!" Uncle Tu twirled his long staff. "Don't you have ten clones? Perfect, they can fight me ten against one in a real battle!"

Fugaku hesitated for a moment: "Your physical condition..."

"Fists fear the young and strong, but sticks fear the old!" Uncle Tu laughed heartily, his voice full of vigor. "But you're not allowed to use those eyes, just use the stick techniques you just learned!"

Fugaku nodded. As a ninja, he was more accustomed to fighting using ninjutsu and eye techniques. His physical strength wasn't outstanding, and close combat was his weakness. This practical training was a good opportunity to make up for his shortcomings.

"Go!" The ten clones simultaneously raised their clubs and charged towards Uncle Tu, the long clubs whistling as they came.

Uncle Tu, however, seemed to have anticipated this, nimbly dodging the frontal attack. With a flick of his staff, he unleashed a sweeping "Eight Directions Sweep" directly at his two clones.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two clones vanished instantly. The remaining clones quickly adjusted their formation, attempting to launch an attack from different angles.

Uncle Tu's movements were fluid and graceful. The long staff seemed to come alive in his hands. He easily dealt with attacks from all directions, sometimes sweeping and sometimes thrusting, each move precise and accurate.

"Staff techniques are all about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness!" Uncle Tu instructed, calmly dealing with attacks from all directions. "Your movements are too stiff; you need to be more flexible and adaptable!"

"Keep going! Don't stop!" Uncle Tu shouted, his long staff suddenly changing its move, unleashing a "Mountain Crushing Strike" straight at the face of one of the clones. The clone hastily blocked, but was cleverly deflected by the force, losing its balance.

Fugaku immediately understood what Tu Shu meant; he was being given a training move. He quickly formed hand seals and created new clones to continue the battle.

"Sweep Across the Eight Desolations!" one of the clones shouted, sweeping out a long staff.

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Tu Shu smiled slightly, his body lowered slightly, and his long staff, like a snake emerging from its hole, passed under the clone's attack and went straight for its abdomen.

"Bang!" Another clone vanished.

Fugaku intently observed the changes on the field. He could feel that the experience gained from each clone dissipating was deepening his understanding of the staff technique.

The battle lasted for more than ten minutes. Afterward, Fugaku stopped replenishing his clones, and the number of clones in the arena dwindled. However, as the number of clones decreased, the remaining clones coordinated more and more effectively. They began experimenting with various combination attacks, gradually putting some pressure on Uncle Tu.

"Air-piercing stab!"

"Mountain Collapse Strike!"

"Shield!"

The three clones worked in perfect harmony, forming a formation that combined offense and defense. Tu Shu was forced to retreat continuously, and the smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a solemn expression.

At this moment, Uncle Tu felt as if he were in a constantly evolving combat simulator. Just when he thought he had grasped the rhythm of his opponent, Fugaku's clone would immediately adjust its strategy and unleash a new combination of moves. This ability to improve so rapidly both excited and alarmed Uncle Tu.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more crisp sounds rang out, leaving only the last two clones in the arena. But the coordination between these two clones had reached a level of perfection; their movements were fluid and seamless, with no flaws in their transitions between offense and defense.

"I can't take it anymore," Uncle Tu panted, signaling for a pause. "These old bones of mine are really worn out. You're like an evolving monster; it hasn't been long, and even I'm starting to feel the strain!"

Fugaku deactivated his Shadow Clone Technique, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him. Despite incorporating Hashirama's cells, the feedback from the numerous clones still left him feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"Take a rest." Uncle Tu noticed his condition, then took out a black token from his pocket and casually tossed it to Fugaku.

Fugaku took the token, which was icy cold to the touch. The token was entirely black, with the ancient characters "Yanhuang" engraved on the surface and the two small characters "Wushen Pavilion" engraved on the back.

"Martial God Pavilion?" Fugaku looked up at Uncle Tu.

"That's right, that's our Yanhuang's most important martial arts treasure trove." Uncle Tu sat down on the bench and picked it up. "Although it's open to the public now, and any member of the Corpse Hunter Alliance can go in, those are all basic techniques. The truly precious martial arts classics are still strictly guarded in the core area."

Uncle Tu sat on the bench, picked up the teacup beside him, and said, "Young people these days are so lucky. Back in the day, these martial arts techniques were the secrets of every major sect. Some sects would rather lose their lineage than pass them on to outsiders."

He took a sip of tea, a look of reminiscence on his face: "Later, headquarters forced all sects to hand over their secret manuals, which initially caused a huge uproar. Those sect leaders who were usually high and mighty were jumping around more excitedly than anyone else."

"However, headquarters soon summoned all the sect leaders for an 'in-depth exchange'," Uncle Tu said, his tone subtle. "These sects are usually so secretive, but when it really comes to a crisis, how many of them are actually of any use?"

"Instead of letting these techniques be buried deep underground, it's better to gather them together to benefit future generations. Go to the Martial God Pavilion now and you'll see that those once-secret techniques are neatly displayed on the shelves, open to everyone. That's how we've created the current golden age of martial arts."

Fugaku could tell that there must be an extraordinary story behind this "in-depth exchange," probably similar to the sealed book of the village. However, this was good news for him, as it allowed him to gain a deeper understanding of the cultivation methods of this world.

"You're exceptionally talented, and you have those eyes to help you too." Uncle Tu patted Fu Yue on the shoulder. "Go to the Martial God Pavilion and choose a suitable cultivation technique. You'll definitely achieve twice the results with half the effort."

"Thank you." Fugaku bowed deeply to Uncle Tu from the bottom of his heart. No matter what world you are in, it is a rare blessing to meet an elder who is willing to teach you everything he knows.

"Don't mention it." Uncle Tu waved his hand. "Come visit often when you have time, and spar with this old man."

Ten minutes later, Fugaku followed a guard in a black uniform to the Mushin-kaku, a twelve-story ancient building constructed entirely of grayish-blue stones.

The moment you step into the Martial God Pavilion, a rich aroma of books wafts over you. The entire hall is softly lit, and rows of wooden bookshelves are embedded in the walls, extending all the way to the ceiling.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a blue robe quickly stepped forward: "Comrade, please show your token."

Fugaku took out the token, which the middle-aged man took and examined carefully. His expression immediately changed: "So it's a top-level access token. My apologies for not recognizing it earlier. This way, please."

Following the direction pointed out by the middle-aged man, Fugaku entered an elevator. As the elevator ascended, he could see the books displayed on each floor through the glass wall. Tens of thousands of ancient books were neatly arranged on the bookshelves, some yellowed and others beautifully bound.

With a "ding," the elevator stopped at the top floor.

Unlike the grand scale of the lower floors, the top floor is not large. Only a black bookshelf stands quietly, with fewer than twenty ancient books on it, each exuding a different aura.

(End of this chapter)