Naruto: Starting with Creating a Genius Persona

Chapter 105 Isshin VS Yuhi Zhenhong (8/16)

Just then, the gate to the passageway on one side of the arena slowly opened under the gaze of countless eyes.

The clamor fell silent; all the discussions and noise seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand, leaving only the faint whistling of the wind passing through the huge circular stands.

The first to step out was a tall, imposing figure dressed in simple dark samurai attire, with a long sword at his waist.

Alone, with steady steps, he stepped into the vast and magnificent venue, large enough to accommodate thousands of spectators.

Ashina Ryu Isshin was thus exposed without any buffer to the scorching midday sun of Konoha and the overwhelming torrent of gazes.

The light outlined his strong facial features and broad shoulders.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the dark mass of people in the stands, their eyes filled with anger, curiosity, and disdain.

Faced with this oppressive feeling that would suffocate most people, he showed no fear on his face. Instead, he grinned and revealed a pure, wild, and unrestrained smile, his snow-white teeth flashing in the sunlight.

"That's more like it."

Isshin's voice wasn't loud, yet it seemed to possess a strange penetrating power, clearly resonating throughout the suddenly silent arena.

The show is finally about to begin.

Let this highly anticipated match be my last and most important whetstone before the storm of the Third Shinobi World War arrives, so that I can gain that crucial understanding and transformation.

To set up this platform, I staked my entire savings—the royalties from the comic book serialization, the money I earned from hard-earned missions, and even the consultation fees I made at the hospital...

No!

Don't think about it too much!

The more I think about it, the more heartbroken I become!

He took a deep breath, completely clearing his mind of distractions, his eyes sharp as knives, fixed on the passageway where his opponent was about to enter.

At this moment, he was simply "Ashina Isshin," a foreign samurai who craved strength and was willing to spend a fortune for a fight.

On the high platform, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, finally focused his gaze on the young samurai in the arena for the first time.

Yesterday it was just text and photos in the report, but today I saw the real person, and a strange feeling welled up in my heart.

Strangely, this boy gave him a subtle sense of familiarity and an inexplicable feeling of closeness.

Not only him, but the two advisors beside him also seemed to have noticed.

Mitokado Homura adjusted his glasses and asked in a low voice with some doubt, "Hiruzen, have I seen this samurai somewhere before? Although his face is unfamiliar, his figure and demeanor seem somewhat familiar."

The Third Hokage nodded, his tone equally puzzled, and said, "I have a similar feeling, but I'm certain I've never seen this samurai before."

Koharu Utatane frowned slightly, carefully observing Isshin in the audience, then snorted coldly: "Just a show-off, a crowd-pleaser. Let's see how Shinku exposes his true colors."

Just then, from the passage on the other side of the arena, Kurenai Yuhi, dressed in a standard Konoha Jonin vest and exuding a calm and reserved demeanor, slowly walked out.

His appearance immediately drew even more enthusiastic cheers and encouragement from the Konoha side in the stands, a stark contrast to the silence when Isshin appeared.

"Konoha Jonin, Kurenai Yuhi".

"The Land of Iron, Ashina Ryuuichi."

The two stood facing each other in the center of the room, exchanging names and schools of thought according to simple etiquette.

A seasoned Jonin referee quickly entered the arena, verified the identities of both sides and the rules, and succinctly announced: "The match begins!"

The voice just fell.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a spiderweb-like crack appeared on the ground beneath Isshin's feet. He was like a heavy cannonball, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air and a heart-palpitating gale, heading straight for Kurenai Yuhi!

The absolute speed and pure power that burst forth in that instant far surpassed what was seen yesterday. It was like an ancient ferocious beast that had been completely enraged and broken free of all chains. The sheer primal physical ferocity alone made the audience in the front row feel an overwhelming, suffocating pressure.

"So fast! So scary!"

"Is this guy a monster?!"

"Watch out, Jonin Crimson!"

A chorus of gasps and concerns erupted from the stands.

In the ninja clan's viewing area, the Uchiha clan leader, Fugaku Uchiha, had his originally calm black eyes instantly replaced by a crimson glint, with three tomoe slowly rotating within them. He remained expressionless, but his Sharingan had already firmly locked onto the berserk figure in the arena.

Not far away, in the Hyuga clan's territory, the clan head, Hyuga Hiashi, and his younger brother, Hyuga Hizashi, silently activated their Byakugan and watched the situation unfold.

Inside the arena, facing this head-on collision powerful enough to shatter stone, Kurenai Yuhi's eyes remained calm as still water, her figure as graceful as a willow catkin in the wind, and she deftly dodged to the side at the last possible moment.

The cold glint of the katana grazed the hem of his clothes, and the gust of wind it generated made the hair on his forehead fly up.

When his first strike missed, he changed tactics with incredible speed. His massive body displayed agility and coordination that seemed disproportionate to his size. His sword strikes continued unabated, transforming into a continuous expanse of cold light that enveloped the Crimson Sunset.

Kurenai Yuhi had already retreated, and at the same time, she flicked her hands, sending several kunai with explosive tags attached precisely towards Isshin's pursuit path and the gaps to his side.

"Boom boom boom!"

The detonators exploded one after another, and flames and smoke instantly engulfed that small area. The audience's hearts were in their throats.

"Did you hit it?"

"That kind of explosion should..."

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However, before the dust had settled, that burly figure charged out like a demon god!

His clothes were charred and torn in many places, and his exposed skin had obvious burn marks and charring, but his movements were not affected at all. On the contrary, his eyes became even sharper and wilder, which once again drew a commotion and incredulous exclamations from the stands.

"Oh my god! Everything's alright?!"

"Is his body made of iron?!"

"I told you this guy was a monster!"

Kurenai Yuhi's expression remained unchanged, as if she had expected this.

With his rich experience and superb teleportation skills, he always maintained a subtle distance from Isshin, like navigating a small boat on a stormy sea. It seemed extremely dangerous, but he always managed to avoid the fatal blade at the most critical moment.

Instead of engaging in direct combat, he patiently maneuvered, wore down, and observed the enemy using various throwing techniques and ninjutsu.

With a single-minded focus, he seemed to know no fatigue, his offensive like a tsunami, wave after wave.

The wind howled as the blades slashed through the ground, carving deep trenches; the punches and kicks were so powerful that the air itself seemed to explode.

The central area of ​​the arena was filled with flying sand and dust, becoming a stage for him to unleash his personal power.

"That's too strong... Lord Shinku is completely suppressed!"

"We can only dodge; we can't fight back at all!"

"Isn't Jonin Crimson known for her genjutsu? Why doesn't she use genjutsu?"

"Do you think you can just open your mouth and cast an illusion? This samurai is chasing us so closely, do you even have a chance to cast one?"

"Besides, ordinary illusions probably won't work either."

Fugaku Uchiha's three-tomoe Sharingan closely followed the two's every move, attempting to understand and analyze Isshin's swordsmanship and taijutsu routines. However, he discovered that although Isshin's moves seemed to be wide and sweeping, they were actually unpredictable and unpredictable, purely based on his combat instincts and spontaneous adaptations. They were difficult to dissect using conventional swordsmanship and taijutsu theories.

"Such astonishing speed, astonishing strength, and explosive power..." Fugaku Uchiha's eyes narrowed slightly. "When did the Land of Iron produce such a person?"

"The amount of chakra... is enormous," Hiashi Hyuga said in a deep voice.

Hyuga Hizashi added, "His body, the density of his muscle fibers, the strength of his bones... it's simply inhuman. He withstood explosive tags and ninjutsu, not just by relying on chakra for defense, but his physical body itself is comparable to a refined ninja tool! This samurai is no ordinary person."