After loosening up his muscles a bit and just about to continue his training, a slightly immature voice suddenly called out from nearby.
Tōshirō turned around and saw a young boy walking toward him. Although just a brat, his eyes were surprisingly sharp.
Tōshirō recognized him:"Oh, it's you, Fugaku..."
Fugaku approached casually and said:"Tōshirō, I heard you were back, so I came to find you immediately."
"And what do you want with me?"
"I want to challenge you," Fugaku declared, his black eyes turning crimson as three tomoe spun into shape around his pupils.
For over three years, he had trained hard with Tōshirō as his target. Now it was finally time to test the results.
Tōshirō narrowed his eyes with interest:"Oh? Three-tomoe Sharingan... Not bad."
To awaken the three-tomoe Sharingan at Fugaku's age was indeed rare.
But then again, if he didn't at least have that much talent, how would he have fathered those two kids?
"Alright then, I'll play along with you for a bit."
Tōshirō created a bit of distance between them, stood firm like a mountain, and crooked a finger provocatively.
Fugaku, in his three-tomoe Sharingan state, didn't recklessly charge forward. He first attempted to spot a weakness using his Sharingan, but to his surprise, there were none in Tōshirō's seemingly casual posture.
Fugaku clicked his tongue and muttered:"If there's no opening... I'll make one."
He leaned forward, unfastened a pouch tied to his leg, and—like lightning—hurled shuriken at high speed.
Tōshirō sidestepped with a light jump, effortlessly dodging the spinning shuriken and even had time to tease:"Direct attacks like that won't work~~"
Just as he spoke, a wave of intense heat surged toward him—a massive Fireball was flying right at him.
Hmph.
Tōshirō raised an eyebrow.
Apparently, Fugaku had used his Sharingan to predict Tōshirō's trajectory mid-jump and timed the Fireball accordingly.
While swiftly moving, Tōshirō raised an arm. Without even forming hand signs, he gathered cold air in his palm and slapped forward—a technique: Ice Soul Palm.
Ice collided with fire, creating a thick white mist that obscured vision.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Using sound to judge the direction, Tōshirō detected incoming kunai mid-flight. Tilting his head to avoid them, he caught a glint of steel wire in his peripheral vision.
Fugaku had used the Sharingan to manipulate shuriken connected by wire, circling them in the air to bind his opponent. He then spat out fire, which followed the wire like a dragon, crashing into the target with a deafening roar, thick steam exploding and obscuring everything.
"Did I get him?"
Fugaku asked, slightly hopeful.
But the next moment proved him wrong. From within the mist came a calm voice:"Your Fire Style still lacks some heat~~"
Fugaku immediately began weaving hand signs again, this time unleashing a huge Fireball in the shape of a flaming dragon's head, charging forward.
On the other side, Tōshirō also formed hand signs. Cold chakra gathered in his palm as he launched an icy bird to intercept the attack.
Ice Style: Violent Pheasant Beak.
Though both the fire dragon and ice bird were ranked as B-level techniques, Tōshirō's jutsu was clearly stronger. When they collided, the fire dragon only resisted briefly before being overwhelmed by the ice bird, which continued on its path.
Fugaku couldn't dodge in time and was struck, flung far away like a ragdoll.
Tōshirō's technique only inflicted pure physical damage—unlike a certain Marine Admiral, it didn't carry freezing effects. Otherwise, it wouldn't just be a B-rank jutsu.
"Is that all you've got?"
Hearing the taunt, Fugaku staggered to his feet, trembling.
"I'm not done yet."
Unwilling to admit defeat, Fugaku formed a cross sign and summoned a Shadow Clone.
Tōshirō narrowed his eyes as he watched Fugaku extend his hand, palm upward, and begin forming a sphere...
Uh… Rasengan?
That was a technique Tōshirō had personally taught Fugaku, and now it looked like he was making full use of it.
Tōshirō couldn't help imagining the future—how Fugaku might one day teach it to his sons, and how they would form Rasengans...
Especially the second son... that visual was just too perfect...
While Tōshirō drifted in thought, Fugaku had completed the jutsu. But it wasn't quite what Tōshirō expected.
It was a fiery red orb, burning with flame.
Tōshirō paused, then understood:This Rasengan had fire-natured chakra infused into it—that's why it looked like that.
This was no longer just a Rasengan. It should be called Fire Style: Rasengan.
Tōshirō thought: Man, Rasengan really is a convenient jutsu. You can stuff any elemental chakra into it.
In that case, he might as well join in—and see whose ball is stronger.
Tōshirō extended his hand. A sphere of cold, azure chakra formed in his palm, exuding frost.
Unlike Fugaku, who needed a clone to assist, Tōshirō could create it solo—highlighting the difference in their skill levels.
Fugaku looked stunned. He clearly hadn't expected this.
"What's with that shocked face?"
Tōshirō chuckled:"I'm the one who taught you the Rasengan. If you can infuse fire chakra into it, then of course I can do the same with ice chakra."
Calling it "Ice Style: Rasengan" felt too clunky, so Tōshirō named this technique Hyorinmaru.
"What's the matter? Scared?"
Seeing Fugaku hesitate, Tōshirō taunted him.
Provoked, Fugaku charged forward with his flaming Rasengan. Tōshirō stood his ground and countered with his icy one.
Although both jutsu were fundamentally the same, the user made all the difference—Fugaku was almost guaranteed to lose in a direct clash.
But he knew that, which is why he didn't go head-on. Instead, he used psychological feints, relying on his Sharingan to watch carefully for an opening. Just as Tōshirō moved, Fugaku sidestepped and aimed his fiery Rasengan at Tōshirō's side.
However, Tōshirō had anticipated this anticipation. With a quick twist, he dodged and landed an elbow strike to Fugaku's forehead, sending him flying.
This time, Fugaku could still get up, but his fighting spirit was clearly gone. He admitted defeat honestly:"I still can't beat you…"
Tōshirō teased:"By the way, your attacks were pretty intense—were you actually trying to kill me?"
Fugaku replied seriously:"If I didn't go all out, there would've been no chance of winning at all."
Tōshirō nodded, acknowledging the point, but his expression quickly grew more serious. "Kid, you've probably been on the battlefield and killed before, haven't you?"
From the murderous intent he had just now, it was obvious he hadn't grown up in a greenhouse.
"I'm already twelve. Isn't going to the battlefield and killing people totally normal by now?"
Fugaku spoke as if it were the most natural thing, his tone casual, which made Tōshirō's expression take on a faint sadness.
In this era, sending children to the battlefield to kill had become so common that even those involved didn't find anything wrong with it.
If kids of this generation were like that, the ones from the Warring States Period were even more so. Considering what Uchiha Madara had been through, it wasn't surprising that he turned out the way he did.
Fugaku, who was naturally perceptive, immediately noticed the change in Tōshirō's expression and asked, "What is it? Was something wrong with what I said?"
Tōshirō sighed. "It just made me think. Don't you find it unfit for kids your age to be on the battlefield?"
Fugaku thought for a moment before replying, "I felt a little uncomfortable at first, but then I got used to it."
"Got used to it?"
"Yeah, it's kind of like slaughtering chickens."
Tōshirō: …
"Of course, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but at least mentally it's similar. My heart doesn't waver much anymore."
"How sad~~"
"Sad?"
"Yeah. Don't you think it's tragic to be doing this kind of thing at an age when you should be playing?"
"Tragic? I think protecting the village and our clan by killing enemies is something honorable. Besides, playing—there's always time for that."
Tōshirō shook his head. "It's not like that. Some things, once missed, can never be experienced again."
Fugaku lowered his head and thought deeply. "Like you, secretly starting a relationship?"
Tōshirō froze for a second and blurted out, "How did you know?"
Fugaku answered, "Mikoto told me."
Tōshirō recalled the time a few days ago when he was caught sneaking around and grumbled, "Mikoto, that little girl… talking nonsense. Just wait till I get back and teach her a lesson."
Fugaku gave Tōshirō a look. "Hard to imagine you… dating."
Tōshirō blinked. "You even know about that?"
"Please don't look at me with those old-fashioned eyes," Fugaku said disdainfully. "Just because I'm not interested doesn't mean I know nothing about it."
Tōshirō: …
"What's her name?"Fugaku had only heard about it from Mikoto, not the actual person.
"You're just a kid, don't be nosy," Tōshirō said flatly. "I was just asking casually," Fugaku replied.
Tōshirō didn't appreciate Fugaku's precocious tone and summoned chains of ice from his body.
Fugaku had trauma associated with those ice chains and instantly recalled the fear of being completely overpowered. His voice trembled slightly. "W-what are you trying to do?"
"Nothing really. I just didn't like the way you were talking to me earlier, so I figured I'd help you relive that experience."
Tōshirō cracked his knuckles with a sinister grin.
After a brief silence, Fugaku decisively turned to run. He had no interest in being strung up and beaten by Tōshirō at his age—way too embarrassing.
He couldn't bear that kind of humiliation.
Trying to run?
Tōshirō's lips curled. Activating his Steam Armor, he appeared in front of Fugaku in an instant.
"So fast!"
Fugaku's eyes widened. So this is Tōshirō's true power now?
It was a completely different level from when they were sparring just moments ago—he had no chance of resisting.
He didn't even have time to gasp, let alone escape. Tōshirō easily bound him in chains and suspended him upside down.
"You used Sharingan's 'Binding: Triple Blade' on me earlier, right? This time, it's my turn. Don't hold back."
Fugaku's pupils shrank, and he let out a loud scream, completely dropping his earlier mature act.
"Jie jie jie… scream all you want, even if your voice breaks, no one's coming to save you."
(End of Chapter)
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