Because the painting style of the seventh class of Hokage collapsed

On the willow branches in the moonlight, people... don't make appointments.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a bright moon hung high in the sky of the Iron City.

Countless people of the Iron Kingdom celebrated the arrival of the festival while walking in groups towards the north wall of the Iron Capital.

Tonight, the two strongest warriors of the Iron Country are about to fight here, and countless people are curious about who will be better.

The showdown hadn't even begun yet, but the two groups were already at war with each other under the city wall.

"The strongest samurai is Mifune-sama. Your sword master is just a hot chick in name only, not worth mentioning."

"You have a butt on your face. Genichiro-sama is the strongest. Who does Mifune mean?"

Before the real master arrived, Mifune's followers and Genichiro's followers were the first to start a fight.

At first, the two sides just laughed at each other, but later, I don't know who started it, and it gradually turned into swearing.

The onlookers felt bored waiting, so watching these two groups talk about cross talk was a way to relieve their boredom.

Among the crowd, Minato Namikaze led three people from Team [-] to stand on a balcony on the second floor.

Beside them were a group of samurai sent by Mifune, nominally for protection, but actually to watch over them.

Namikaze Minato was noncommittal about this, because it was basic for ninjas to keep a clone as a blind eye.

As for their true bodies, they are currently hiding in the dark. Once the duel begins, they will act separately.

In a blink of an eye, the time came to eight o'clock in the evening.

A figure first appeared at the top of the city.

Mifune took off his usual armor today and put on a black traditional samurai uniform.

Holding the long knife in one hand and placing the other on his waist, he climbed to the top of the city calmly.

In contrast, his opponent has not appeared for a long time.

Just when many people were waiting impatiently, Mifune suddenly spoke loudly.

"Since your Excellency has been here a long time ago, why haven't you shown up yet?"

Then, everyone heard a long sigh.

The next second, a figure suddenly sprang out from the crowd and jumped onto the top of the city in a dashing way.

Today, Genichiro is wearing a green cloth gown, looking elegant and indifferent. Compared to Mifune, who has a strong samurai atmosphere, he looks more like an ordinary citizen, unremarkable.

"Do you and I have to fight like this?" Genichiro put his hands behind his back, looking slightly sad.

"Are you scared?" Mifune raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that if you and I attack with all our strength, one of us will die." Genichiro turned his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, "The Iron Kingdom can stand firm among the five major countries because of us warriors, but now there is a conflict between the warriors. Killing each other, those ninjas will be the proud ones after all."

As soon as these words came out, the followers of both sides who were still booing below suddenly fell silent.

Genichiro's words immediately opened up the situation.

Internal fighting among samurai is nothing, the key is to unite against foreign enemies.

"I'm glad you have such an idea, but we still have to fight today." Mifune smiled, but the fierce fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish at all.

"Why?"

"Because the Iron Kingdom needs a spiritual leader, and there can only be one spiritual leader!"

Genichiro: "I understand... I'm a few years older than you, so you should take action first."

"That's offending." Mifune was not polite. He put his right hand on the handle of the long sword, and his figure suddenly flashed, and he was already in front of Genichiro.

The long sword was unsheathed, followed by a cold light that hit Genichiro's face.

However, Genichiro raised two fingers with a nonchalant expression.

I saw a sharp sword energy suddenly condensed on his fingertips. His fingers gently stretched out and actually received Mifune's sword stably.

Immediately afterwards, Mifune's hand was as fast as an afterimage, and he struck out dozens of knives in just a few seconds.

But Genichiro always maintained a calm and calm appearance, and he was evenly matched with Mifune with just two fingers.

Below, the crowd watching the battle was both excited and disappointed.

They were excited because the two men, who were known as the strongest warriors, finally took action. But they were disappointed that the battle between them didn't seem as fierce as they thought.

Some spies from other ninja villages even curled their lips with disdain.

How dare you call yourself the strongest samurai at this level?But little.

Some spies from the Ninja Village bordering the Iron Kingdom even considered whether they should send a message back to ask people to come and conquer the Iron Kingdom.

On the city wall, Mifune and Genichiro slashed at each other for nearly three minutes before they stopped.

Mifune jumped back suddenly and distanced himself.

But Genichiro did not pursue him, but once again put his hands behind his back, as if he were a master.

Just when the onlookers below thought that the peak moment of this battle had passed, Genichiro suddenly spoke calmly.

"It's almost time to end the warm-up, get serious."

"Exactly, that's what I thought too." The corners of Mifune's mouth rose, and his originally serious and serious face suddenly changed, and his whole person became fierce and perverse.

And with an evil and arrogant smile appearing on Mifune's face, a heart-stopping terrifying pressure was suddenly released.

In an instant, all the spectators felt a powerful and immobilizing force pressing on their shoulders.

The expressions of those Ninja Village spies who originally looked disdainful changed suddenly, and they were trembling all over.

Immediately afterwards, Genichiro also moved. He raised a hand and waved it gently in the air. The next moment, dozens of sword blades flashing with cold light appeared behind him.

Those are all sword energy!

The showdown begins again.

This time, Genichiro waved one hand like the wind, and one after another sword light quickly shot at Mifune.

Mifune, on the other hand, kept waving the long sword in his hand with an arrogant look, accurately cutting off every sword light.

It wasn't until Genichiro suddenly raised his hands, and a large amount of sword light came like rain, that Mifune revealed his flaw.

The long sword was swung in a circle, and although it successfully blocked most of the sword light, a small number of attacks still passed through his defense and stabbed Mifune's body, and bright red blood slowly dripped from the wound.

"Mifune-sama!" Below, Mifune's followers saw Mifune being injured and couldn't help but become a little anxious.

But Mifune was very excited about being injured.

Reaching out and touching the blood on his shoulder, Mifune's face became more ferocious.

"Haha, this is the battle I have longed for. You still have stronger moves, keep going!"

Genichiro frowned slightly when he saw this, and then sighed again. The next second, he tapped his feet lightly, and he rose up from the ground and leaped into the air.

After reaching a certain height, a sword light suddenly appeared at Genichiro's feet, which was supposed to start falling.

Stepping on the sword light, Genichiro just floated in the air.

Then, more sword lights appeared around him.

"This move is called Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect. Be careful."

"Come on!" Mifune laughed, and the needles on his body released a powerful air current. The air current rose into the sky, causing the clouds in the sky to roll and cover the moon.

Below, Obito's clone looked at the battle on the wall with dumbfounded eyes.

Is this a duel between samurai?Although I couldn't understand it, I was shocked.