Naruto: Forbidden Arts and an Immortal Agenda

Genya saw that Aozora didn't dodge, and felt a quiet thrill.

He naturally wouldn't think Aozora was unable to react in time. He knew Aozora wanted to test his taijutsu against his own.

Stepping within three feet of Aozora, Genya believed the match was already decided.

Within three feet, he had the confidence to fight any member of the Uchiha clan—even Shisui the Flashstep Master.

And indeed, he deserved this confidence.

Autumn wind howled across the training ground, shaking the trees with a rustling roar.

Yet Genya's punches and kicks overpowered every sound, leaving only explosive bursts of air and sharp whistles from their furious exchange.

His strikes were faster—far faster than Akai's, even far faster than Kyudai's. His figure blurred beyond what the naked eye could follow.

But Aozora's eyes had long surpassed ordinary human sight.

After two stages of transformation—the completion of Yin Yang Eye inheritance and the evolution of his Sharingan into Three Tomoe—Aozora now possessed perception far beyond normal people, even without activating his Sharingan.

Under Aozora's piercing gaze, every pattern on Genya's fists, every bulging vein on his arms, even every pore on his face became clearly visible.

Naturally, Genya's rapid movements were also perceived by Aozora.

He didn't dodge—not from recklessness, but from confidence.

Pap! Pap! Pap! Pap!...

Every punch thrown by Genya was blocked entirely by Aozora, every kick intercepted perfectly.

Aozora appeared to have precognition, effortlessly neutralizing Genya's attacks.

Down below, wanting to better observe the two martial artists' skills, Shuichi and Kagenbi couldn't help but activate their Sharingans.

Under their Two Tomoe (second-stage Sharingan), every motion and expression was crystal clear—and they both noticed Aozora's ever-clear eyes.

Kagenbi couldn't help exclaiming in shock, *"He isn't using his Sharingan at all?"*

Genya was his younger brother, but his mastery of taijutsu surpassed his own.

During regular sparring sessions, even with his Sharingan active, he still had trouble blocking Genya's attacks.

But now, Aozora—without using his Sharingan—was easily suppressing Genya's offense.

Shuichi also showed astonishment on his face.

He remembered that during their last mission, Aozora had needed his Sharingan to match an Iwagakure Jonin in taijutsu.

Now, facing Genya's more refined techniques and greater speed, Aozora was effortlessly dominating.

What kind of talent is this?

After several probing attacks, Genya immediately turned his attention toward Aozora's eyes.

To his surprise, Aozora still hadn't activated his Sharingan.

Why can he see through my moves without using his Sharingan? Has his mastery of taijutsu surpassed mine?

Genya's mind wavered, his fists slowed.

"That all you've got?"

Aozora said lightly, "You really think you're a taijutsu master?"

Angered by the taunt, Genya instantly roared with fury. 

"Don't regret this!"

Face flushed red, Genya launched another wild attack before Aozora could even reply.

In Aozora's eyes, Genya seemed like a suddenly erupting volcano—an immense surge of power, chakra overflowing violently from his body.

*[A secret jutsu?]*

The thought barely formed when Genya struck again.

This time, Genya's speed was faster, his strength stronger, his techniques even harder to predict.

In the previous round, although Genya's attacks were flexible and ever-changing, they never escaped the confines of Leaf-style Taijutsu. But this time, his attacks had lost all structure.

Instead of thinking, Genya abandoned strategy entirely and relied solely on physical instincts honed through relentless years of training.

Aozora could still perceive his opponent's intentions in advance, yet when he counterattacked, Genya's body instinctively reacted with incredible precision.

Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak!...

Aozora and Genya clashed violently once again.

Aozora remained rooted to his spot, effortlessly intercepting every one of Genya's attacks.

But with each block, each parry, Aozora silently endured mounting pain.

In the last round, he had seen through all of Genya's moves, allowing him to neutralize and redirect force.

This time, however, he had no choice but to take direct hits.

His fists swelled and bruised, and beneath his clothing, his calves were already black and blue. Yet his expression remained calm, desperately maintaining an air of effortless ease.

He had to win this match! Not only win, but win beautifully!

Therefore, he had no choice but to put on a brave face despite inner agony.

Fortunately, such intense physical attacks would surely be difficult for Genya to maintain for long.

After another dozen exchanges, Aozora noticed Genya's stamina waning slightly; his speed slowing.

As he felt an opening arise, Genya gave him none.

Following a continuous assault, Genya launched a whip kick fueled by all his remaining strength.

With no way to dodge, Aozora coated himself in chakra and raised his arms to defend.

"Boom!"

After a low, heavy sound echoed, Aozora flew backward, landing far from where he'd stood.

Shaking out both hands behind his back, Aozora suppressed his aching body, maintaining his haughty expression as he mocked, "Your Taijutsu isn't bad. You actually forced me back."

Genya now panted heavily, steam rising from his body, his undergarments soaked in sweat.

"Hmph!"

Letting out a cold snort, he stared deeply at Aozora before saying, "I'm not your match."

Aozora replied, "Good to hear you understand."

With that, he turned his gaze toward Shuichi and Kagenbi standing nearby.

"Next."

Eager to fight, Shuichi tightened his sword sheath and stepped forward.

Internally alarmed but outwardly calm, Aozora said, "Kagenbi, you're up next!"

Before turning to Shuichi, he added, "The best should always come last."

Just finishing a battle with Genya, a taijutsu fanatic, his whole body ached.

If he had to fight Shuichi next—a swordsman obsessed with sword techniques—Aozora wasn't sure his body could hold up.

Upon hearing this, Kagenbi didn't hesitate or refuse, immediately stepping forward.

Standing with hands clasped behind his back, Aozora calmly asked, "I've heard you specialize in Genjutsu?"

"That's right!"

Unlike Genya's fiery temper, Kagenbi spoke with quiet composure.

Aozora shot him a sidelong glance, declaring, "Then we'll compete in Genjutsu!"

Even though Kagenbi possessed a steady temperament, these words still stirred anger deep within.

Although the Uchiha was renowned for its overall prowess, each member specialized in specific fields—for example, Shuichi in sword techniques, Genya in physical techniques, while he focused on illusionary arts.

Aozora had just defeated Genya using Taijutsu and now intended to defeat him through Genjutsu?

Such arrogance was intolerable!

He coldly responded, "As you wish. How shall we proceed?"

Aozora paused in thought before speaking, "Alright then… I'll stand right here and won't move an inch. If you can cast your genjutsu on me, you win."

The Sharingan not only boosts the strength of genjutsu but also improves one's resistance to it. There's an old saying among genjutsu users: "Only a Sharingan can oppose another Sharingan."

Aozora didn't know how many tomoe Kagenbi's Sharingan possessed, but it couldn't possibly be a four-tomoe eye.

At most, Kagenbi's Sharingan would be equal to his own. After mutual cancellation, Aozora still had double the spiritual power of his opponent.

Therefore, Aozora believed his offer was more than fair.

But Kagenbi didn't see it that way. Aozora's calm words seemed to say, "Your genjutsu has absolutely no effect on me."

Kagenbi's face darkened, though he didn't angrily attack.

Locking his gaze on Aozora, Kagenbi waited for the perfect moment to act.

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