Konoha's Barrier Master

People are high or low, and weapons are long or short. Although there is no saying that shorter or longer means stronger, the more suitable one is. Otherwise, it will be difficult to show your strength when using weapons that others have taken advantage of.

However, among weapons, there is still a saying that one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous.

As we all know, kunai is a dagger-type tool, and ninja swords are naturally longer than them. Even the shortest small ninja sword is comparable to three or four kunai.

In the hands of different people, the effects will naturally be different.

The Fourth Hokage can use a kunai to play with Obito, who has mastered the power of the gods, while Hatake Sakumo can also kill his opponents with a White Fang dagger.

They are all strong in their respective fields.

So to say whether the short one is better or the long one is stronger, there is really no comparison.

But for Uzumaki Makoto on the field, this is an obvious answer.

After the fierce fight, Uchiha Zong took a step forward, holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and the twisted veins crawled on his arms like earthworms.

After the power from the legs was transmitted and increased through the waist, it flowed back to the river and was gathered into the arms, so the muscles on the arms suddenly swelled, with clear lines, as hard as granite painted with gray lines.

After a second of accumulating strength, the sword in his hand swept out.

The razor-sharp blade splits the air, splitting the blank things, letting out a thin scream, and cutting off everything in front of you with an indomitable momentum. It makes people really feel that this knife can cut everything.

The slender blade was swung into a silver screen of light. The light screen was like snow, reflecting warm light in the sun, but it carried endless chill and murderous aura. Even if it looked at it, it would give rise to an inexplicable feeling. The feeling of being chopped.

In an instant, the blade slashed out, the sword wind was like a curtain, and the cold air was breathtaking.

Facing the murderous sword that seemed to be able to send people to hell, his pupils were filled with tears. Uzumaki Makoto was stunned for a moment, and then he woke up.

He hurriedly used an iron bridge and quickly bent his waist back, only to avoid the knife at the critical moment.

At that moment, Uzumaki Makoto even clearly saw the bright silver blade rubbing against the tip of his nose, and felt the stinging airflow brushing against his cheek and the awe-inspiring coldness on the blade.

Then Uzumaki Makoto hurriedly straightened up, and just as he was about to fight back, he used the barrier to see Uchiha Zong's wrist that had changed direction outside his sight. He immediately stopped his movements, stamped his feet, and when Uchiha Zong was confused and confused With a heavy expression on his face, his figure retreated violently.

He instantly distanced himself and dodged another slash that was as cold as snow.

what happened

Seeing Uzumaki Makoto retreating quickly, Uchiha Mun tightened his grip on the handle of the knife and did not pursue him.

There seems to be no change on his face, but in fact his heart is already filled with the same doubts.

He didn't know why every attack he made was dodged. Whether it was an actual move or a false move, whether it was a back move or a move he thought up on the fly. Every time he was about to succeed, the guy would just dodge it.

What happened?

An idea flashed in Uchiha's mind.

Could it be cheating?

He dismissed the idea immediately.

No, it's impossible. There are so many high-level officials here watching the game, and under so many pairs of eyes, how could he cheat?

So, why?

With this thought in mind, the Uchiha clan did not stop.

He followed Uzumaki Makoto and stepped forward at the same time, catching up with the retreating Uzumaki Makoto in a few seconds. Uchiha Zong calmed down, holding the sword in both hands and straightening the blade. The tip of the sword faced the retreating Uzumaki Makoto. After three brushes, three times, The knife thrust out within a second. It was clearly a sunny day, but the light from the tip of the knife was like a cold star in the sky, blooming in the endless night.

Ding

There was a crisp sound, Uzumaki Makoto raised his eyebrows, grinned to hold back the feeling of numbness in the palm of his hand, turned the kunai in a circle in his palm, and then held it tightly.

Water-like strength was poured into the small kunai. Uzumaki Makoto even felt the kunai deform slightly in his grasp, and then threw it towards the Uchiha Sect when he retreated again.

Ding

Another crisp sound.

The blade slashed across and the black shadow flew sideways.

Uchiha Zong had to stop chasing Uzumaki Makoto and watched his hands pull away, flying away this kunai that made his hands numb.

Seeing that the Uchiha clan did not catch up, they hurriedly distanced themselves. Uzumaki Makoto was breathing heavily, and the sweat on his body made his clothes wet. If he looked closely, the white sweat was evaporating like steam in a steamer.

His breathing slowly calmed down his violently beating heart and the hot blood rushing through the blood vessels throughout his body.

Uzumaki Makoto had time to rest again.

But he knew that this was not the end, just halftime.

And there are countless intermissions like this.

Uzumaki Makoto was wary of Uchiha Sect and glanced at his arm.The clothes there were torn open with a long and narrow opening, revealing the white skin inside. The air flow through it will feel a little cool and numb.

On the skin as white as snow, there was a bright red wound slowly oozing blood. The wound was very thin, so the blood flowed very slowly, but it still crawled out slowly, staining the nearby skin red.

Turning his head, Uzumaki Makoto looked gloomy.

He blocked one of the three swords fired by the Uchiha clan just now, thus making a "ding" sound.

There was another knife that he dodged, so nothing happened.

But there was still no time to dodge or block the last knife, so it left such a small wound on the body and a slightly irritating pain.

hateful.

This guy's swordsmanship is so good

Uzumaki's face was calm, but his mind was filled with thoughts.

Every strike is fierce and decisive, every strike is necessary to save the enemy, and we move forward indomitably.

Moreover, although his swordsmanship is still the Uchiha's dazzling physical skills, it is more like a murderous sword honed on the battlefield, and the sword never leaves the critical point.

As long as he is slashed with a knife, he will be seriously injured even if he is not dead.

He didn't expect that Uchiha, which was always famous for its fire escape, illusions, and shuriken throwing, would actually have a guy who dominated with swordsmanship, and he was so unlucky to meet one at this time.

Furthermore, Uzumaki Makoto sighed as he felt the coolness and pain caused by the air flowing through the torn area of ​​his clothes, as well as the slight pain caused by the air flowing over the wound.

I had not been injured in the fight with kunai before, but now that I had activated the Kagura Barrier like a cheat, I was actually injured in several places.

This guy's swordsmanship is terrifyingly strong.

The eyes saw it, but the body couldn't keep up.

"Tsunade, why do I feel familiar when I look at that boy's swordsmanship? It feels like I've seen him somewhere before."

Upstairs, Jiraiya seemed to be interested in watching the thrilling and fierce physical battle in the audience, and he was watching very seriously.

At this time, after watching for a long time, Jiraiya took advantage of this break to ask Tsunade beside him.

He always felt like he had seen that Uchiha boy's swordsmanship before.

"Do you feel this way?"

"what did you say"

Tsunade gave Jiraiya a confused look and said matter-of-factly.

"Isn't this the swordsmanship of the Uchiha family? Is there anything strange about it? Have you never seen it?"

"No, I mean," seeing that Tsunade would be wrong, Jiraiya retorted repeatedly, "Did you see familiar shadows in his swordsmanship, like integrating other people's things into your own?" Things are not completely integrated, so you can see some clues."

“Because it’s not completely integrated, there’s still a little sense of dissonance, and you can still see shadows of other things.”

"You said that"

After hearing this, Tsunade supported her chin with her hands, recalling the battles she had seen before, and played the scene of Uchiha clan wielding a sword over and over in her mind.

"It does feel a little familiar to me."