Naruto: Let's take a look at the blind Uchiha

"Practice?" Madara was stunned. "Now?"

"Well, now." Ling patted Izuna's back, motioning him to get off him, then stood up and walked to the open space on the side, "After all, Madara seems very uneasy, and there is no better way to vent than sparring at this time.

As for the rules... As long as Madara can let me move after the battle begins, even if Madara wins, I will agree to whatever Madara wishes. On the contrary, if Madara drops his weapon or gives up automatically, I will win, and Madara will stay at my place for dinner. How about that?"

Madara silently glanced at the suspicious-looking charred material beside the fire, his expression becoming more serious, but his heart was still full of worry, "But you didn't bring any weapon, brother..."

"Hahaha, what's the matter?" Ling laughed and put his cane on his shoulder. "Let me take the weapon... Does Ban really want to try my skills?"

Madara stared at the suspicious charcoal on the ground for a while, then silently drew out the short knife from his waist, "Then I will ask for your guidance, brother. Please be careful."

"Well, that's the way it should be, try your best!" Ling hooked his finger in the direction of Madara, "Let me see your progress! Izuna, come and help us yell start!"

Izunai sat on the stone where Ling had just sat, and looked at the two people who had just started to confront each other. His expression gradually became a little excited, "Okay! Ready - go!"

The moment Izuna finished speaking, Madara threw out several shurikens, which surrounded Ling at a strange angle and were all aimed at his vital points.

But Ling was not panicked at all. He did not move his feet, but swept the blind stick in the direction of the shuriken accurately.

But what puzzled Izunai was that Ling did not sweep towards the shurikens, but swept behind the shurikens. Just as he was worried, the shurikens all changed direction when the blind stick swept past. Only then could Izunai see clearly the extremely thin steel wires tied to the shurikens.

That’s not all. After using the cane to hold the steel wire, Ling quickly turned his wrist to wrap all the steel wire around the cane, and then pulled it tight with force. Ban, who was rushing towards Ling, staggered.

Before Madara could react, Ling handed the stick to his left hand, and at the same time, he concentrated chakra in his right hand and drew it across the stick, cutting off all the steel wires on the stick. Then he twisted his left wrist, and with the clinking sound of shurikens falling to the ground, he accurately grabbed Madara's left shoulder with the end of the stick and knocked him to the ground.

"Well, that's a good tactic." Ling smiled and handed the cane back to his right hand. "Unfortunately, I still haven't considered how to deal with the perception ninja... Next time?"

Ban stood up with a somersault, and fighting spirit finally rose in his eyes, "Come again!"

Then Izumi, who was watching the show, began to witness Madara's defeat. During the whole process, Ling did as he said, without moving his feet at all, and only relied on the blind stick in his hand to resist. Later, when Madara began to use ninjutsu to attack, Ling only added movements of his upper body, but still easily avoided it. He even had enough energy to tap Madara's vital points with the blind stick and give him verbal guidance.

When he rushed forward for the 30th time, Ling still easily resolved his attack and knocked his weapon away when he saw a flaw. Finally, Ban covered the back of his head with a depressed look on his face, "...What?"

"Ban has done very well." Ling laughed softly, but did not move. "But this little trick of hiding the kunai and preparing for a sneak attack will not work on me, you know?"

Madara snorted quietly, took out the kunai hidden in his sleeve, and looked even more depressed, "...I lost."

"Amazing! You are worthy of being my brother!" Izuna's eyes sparkled, "How did my brother find out that Madara-kun hid a kunai? I didn't even notice it!"

"With my understanding of Madara and my little trick of using chakra as a sensory ninja." Ling walked over and rubbed Madara's head with a smile, "Okay, don't be depressed. Madara is still young now. When Madara is allowed to go to the battlefield like I was before, Madara's ability will surpass mine."

Ban raised his head and glanced at Ling, muttering in frustration, "How is this possible..."

Ling just smiled, and then rolled up his sleeves with great enthusiasm, "Okay, the sparring is over! Now let's try out my brother's skills!"

Unlike Izuna's excited response, Madara felt flustered when he heard it, "No, brother, how about I do it?"

"Really, Madara, have some confidence in your brother..." Ling obviously understood Madara's concerns, and his tone became lost, "Besides, how could I possibly feed my brother that kind of food...

Although I did make a lot of bad things when I first started practicing, and even made myself sick, I am not a devil, and I would never let you stay and eat if I wasn't sure."

"…But didn't you burn down the kitchen at home because of cooking?"

Ling: ...That’s true.

"Don't worry, Ban, there's no kitchen here for me to cook!" Ling gave a thumbs up after a brief surprise, "So it won't be a problem!"

Madara: ...even more worried.

Watching Ling walking towards the river tapping his cane, Ban felt more and more uneasy - he still couldn't forget that day.

He was just practicing ninjutsu at home, but suddenly he felt a terrifying chakra fluctuation beside him, and then a raging fire swept in front of him - if his father had not been by his side and controlled the situation in time, Madara would have been sorry for the fire that Ling set in the kitchen if he had not gone to the medical department that day.

The most outrageous thing is that Ling finally kept the finished product, but the finished product almost made Uchiha Tajima vomit on the spot after tasting it...

After that day, in order to prevent Ling from entering the kitchen again, Uchiha Tajima would prepare meals for them no matter how busy he was, and Madara also worked very hard to improve his cooking skills. But after Madara learned how to cook, he became even more puzzled by Ling's behavior - what on earth was there in the kitchen that required such a powerful ninjutsu?

Looking at Ling standing in the river and spearing fish with a long knife, Ban's expression was indescribably complicated. [Anyway, let's wait and see. If the finished product is too dangerous, I'll use illusion to trick Izuna and eat it myself... I hope I'll have time to send Izuna back after eating it and then go to the medical department.]