Konoha-style swordsmanship and Uchiha-style swordsmanship are fundamentally different.
The former focuses on skills, using shadow clones and swordsmanship to attack the enemy in three ways, making it impossible for the opponent to tell where the real body is, thereby creating a chance to kill him with one blow; the latter's style is relatively arrogant, not only in terms of moves. Open and close, and put chakra on the blade to maximize its power!
Moonlight Hayate was only used once, and Ara reproduced it with the help of Sharingan.
But it is limited to imitation.
The dance of three suns and moons that it performed not only had many flaws, but the coordination between the main body and the two shadow clones was like that of a child learning to speak, without any rules, and would even interfere with each other's attack routes. It is completely impossible to show off the strange and agile advantages of this swordsmanship.
After all, copying ninjutsu is fundamentally different from swordsmanship and taijutsu.
The former only requires matching attribute chakra, while the latter also requires one's own physique and talent to be able to keep up.
Huang's current state is that his brain has given instructions, but his actions are still two or three beats too slow, let alone coordinating with his shadow clone.
Seeing this, Yue Guangfeng's expression finally softened a little.
If the Sharingan could really copy and use the swordsmanship that he was proud of for his own use, then he would really be killed by a collision.
You must know that he practiced Konohagakure: Dance of the Three Suns and Moons. It took him three months to get started, and three years to polish it to reach the current level.
No one knows how he got through those three years!
Friends who graduated at the same time are all practicing cool ninjutsu, such as the powerful fireball technique, the latent snake hand, and the torture chamber shaped like a psychic lucky cat...
He was the only one training hard in the boring swordsmanship.
But now, this young man from the Uchiha clan has surpassed the previous three months of hard work just by virtue of his blood inheritance limit. Such a gap is difficult for anyone to accept.
Fortunately, if you want to truly master the swordsmanship of Konoha, it is not enough to rely on Sharingan alone.
Moreover, in front of Uchiha's collection of thousands of ninjutsu, can the little guy in the field of vision really persist in polishing it for three years?
Disaster.
The sun is setting.
Moonlight Blast had already left early.
As an ANBU of Konoha and a personal soldier of the Sandaime Hokage, he didn't have that much time to stay here and watch a little guy practice swinging a sword.
Yes.
It's still a mechanical swing.
This was because the chakra in Huang's body had been depleted long ago when he practiced the Dance of the Three Suns and Moons in the morning. Even if he took two soldiers' grain pills for lunch at noon, he still could not recover much chakra.
But by mistake, the never-ending ninja technique in daily tasks was achieved.
In the past, ninjutsu and the control of ninja tools were the two things he practiced at least.
"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight."
"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine."
"Ten thousand times!"
The blade was hung low, spinning like a machine for a whole day, and finally it was time to rest.
After taking a few deep breaths, he sat down and put the katana aside. His right hand, which was shaking involuntarily, slowly reached into his pocket. It was time to enjoy what he had gained today.
When the right hand stretched out again, there were already three more pills in the palm that were similar in shape to Bing Liang Pills. However, their function was not to fill the stomach, but to improve the body's volume!
The green ones are low-level speed pills obtained through weight-bearing running. After swallowing, the whole body feels light and the fatigue caused by a day's training is also relieved.
Although low-level pills can hardly feel the increase in one's own speed, the effect of clearing away a certain amount of fatigue still makes it very useful.
The most important thing is that weight-bearing running is the daily routine that he insists on the most apart from meditation. In a few days, he will achieve the Thousand Days achievement and obtain the intermediate speed pill!
By then, it will be time for a qualitative change!
The constitution pills given by wielding the blade are red, which is why he, who is eight years old, dares to fight Qiu Daoling.
After swallowing, there is a warm feeling in the body, as if the power hidden in the deepest part of the body is gushing out, and at the same time it further weakens the physical fatigue.
Without the maintenance of these two pills, his body might not be able to survive such high-intensity training for even a week.
The last pill is a blue chakra pill which gives a feeling of deep peace.
After swallowing it, the whole person feels like lying in a shallow stream, letting the gentle energy wander around the body and finally sneak into every cell.
It brings not only a little chakra energy, but also a trace amount of chakra upper limit!
It stands to reason that as long as it continues to accumulate, one day Huang will be able to be called a tailless beast by others.
However, although he has completed three daily routines today, he still has regrets in his heart.
The stage task, Sword Mastery, was not achieved.
The progress of the mission shows that the swordsmanship he has mastered is still only the Uchiha style.
'Sharingan copy alone is not enough. '
After sighing slightly in his heart, Huang once again grasped the blade beside him, and with the little chakra he had just recovered, he would practice again.
"the ninth of the ten Heavenly Stems."
While muttering to himself, two shadow clones suddenly appeared.
at the same time.
The center of the Uchiha clan, the mansion where the clan leader Uchiha Fugaku lives.
"Itachi."
A thick voice echoed in the brightly lit hall.
Looking at the young man who was about to walk past the hall without saying a word, Uchiha Fugaku couldn't help but have a hint of anger in his eyes.
At the age of eleven, he entered ANBU with his own strength. This should have been his beloved son that made him extremely proud!
But now it’s getting more and more its own way!
The clan elders have been dissatisfied with this for too long.
Uchiha Itachi, who was standing in front of the corridor, hesitated slightly, then turned around and responded softly to the man sitting in the hall.
"Father."
But it was just a simple title, no other words.
"Why were you absent from the last meeting?"
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Uchiha Fugaku asked in a deep voice.
"I've already explained this, father."
Itachi said calmly.
"Anbu has a mission and I have to go."
As if he was afraid that the man in his field of vision would not be able to remember, he added.
"Stop using ANBU as an excuse. Remember your identity. You are Uchiha's Itachi!"
Uchiha Fugaku said almost growling.
Even the orphans in the family can recognize his identity and call himself Uchiha's Ara! Why did his son disappoint him again and again, unable to see clearly where he belonged?
However, when hearing such words, Itachi was not moved at all, instead there was a hint of disgust hidden in his eyes.
'Uchiha, Uchiha! '
'He's had enough of this family! ! '
'No. '
'Perhaps this family is completely hopeless...'
