Isn't this man… Uchiha?
How can an Uchiha still know the secret multiplication technique of the Akimichi clan?
Tsunade grew more and more shocked. But she had no time to think—Duan's enormous hand of muscle tightened further, distorting her body, forcing the veins in her chest to bulge visibly.
If this continued, she would be crushed.
"Drink!"
Tsunade roared, unleashing a violent surge of chakra from her entire body. The sudden eruption shattered the grip of the massive hand, forcing Duan backward several steps.
Boom!
Without hesitation, Tsunade pressed forward, slamming her fist toward Duan's chest. Her chakra overflowed with power, sending violent gusts of air around her, whipping her golden hair and rattling her coat.
The momentum was overwhelming.
In Duan's Sharingan vision, her chakra flowed like countless rivers rushing into her arm, all converging into a single point—her fist.
This was the Strength of a Hundred Technique, the refined "monster strength" of the Senju line.
As Duan understood it, Tsunade's fist descended mercilessly.
"He's not dodging? Is he so arrogant that he thinks his size alone can withstand my strange power?"
The thought crossed Tsunade's mind in a flash. Her eyes hardened, and she drove her strike into Duan's chest.
Boom!
The explosion of force caved in Duan's chest grotesquely.
With such an injury, even survival would mean permanent paralysis.
Tsunade remembered: years ago, when Duan accidentally spied on her bathing, she had shattered six of his ribs, both arms, and ruptured organs with this very strength—he had barely survived. His fate must be cursed.
But was it?
"...What?"
Tsunade's eyes widened. Duan's chest hadn't collapsed from her blow—he had deliberately softened his muscles and bones at the moment of impact.
His steel-like body had transformed into pliant clay. His skeletal frame bent like noodles, proof of terrifying muscular control.
Tsunade's strength focused all force on a single point. Normally, no armor could withstand it. But Duan's method was to dissolve the impact by yielding at that precise point, dissipating her strike.
Whoosh.
Her blow sent him floating backward, his feet skimming the ground before he landed lightly. When his chest reformed, not a single injury remained.
Confidence.
No one else would dare take Tsunade's power head-on like this.
Duan stood still, unflinching, as if inviting her to continue.
Tsunade felt mocked.
Boom!
She vented her rage on the wall beside her, shattering it into rubble. Then, leaping high, she raised her leg above her head—her most devastating move.
Her heel came down.
This was Heaven Kick of Pain, a technique that could collapse mountains.
Again, Duan did not dodge. His Sharingan dissected the chakra flow more clearly now.
But this time, he didn't soften his body. Instead, he tensed every muscle, activating the Golden Bell Body, rooting himself like an unmovable bell.
Tsunade's heel struck.
Clang—!
The sound rang like metal struck by a hammer.
"What?!"
The recoil numbed Tsunade's leg and sent her sprawling backward.
Yet Duan also felt pain—the sheer power of her strike surged into his body like a tsunami. But he did not step back. His upper body shook violently, and with it, the entire street trembled. Cracks spread across the ground like a spider web.
Duan merged with the earth beneath him, channeling Tsunade's destructive force into the ground before releasing it harmlessly.
The onlookers screamed, thrown to the ground as if an earthquake had struck. When the dust cleared, only Duan and Tsunade remained standing.
"Is this the power of a Sannin?"
The crowd watched in awe.
Duan nodded inwardly. Twice he had endured Tsunade's strange power, and with his Sharingan's insight, he now understood it.
There was no need to continue.
He turned his back to leave.
"What?!"
Tsunade's anger burned. He hadn't run because he was weaker—he had stood there, received her best strikes without countering, and then simply walked away.
Humiliation.
"Stop!"
She lunged, aiming a punch at his back.
Duan sighed, swinging his arm backward. Muscles vibrated at high frequency, the air crackling.
Boom!
Their forearms collided. A shockwave shattered every shop window around them.
Suddenly, Tsunade's vision blurred.
Not good—an illusion.
But she had been careful to avoid his eyes!
She didn't realize Duan's technique—Yin Release: Phantom Body—infused Yin chakra through his entire body. Any contact, any vibrating muscle could trigger illusion.
Itachi, Root operatives, and now Tsunade—none had resisted it.
Though her Senju blood gave her stronger resistance, it only took half a second to break free.
But that was enough.
Duan slipped behind her. One arm coiled around her neck, the other locking tight.
A perfect rear choke.
Unlike genjutsu, this was raw technique—Jiu-Jitsu. His massive arms cut off her airway, lifting her feet from the ground.
"Mm—!"
Her body thrashed, legs kicking in panic. Chakra flared again, elbows slammed into his ribs, but Duan's grip only tightened.
Seconds passed. Her struggles slowed.
Tsunade's eyes rolled back. She went limp.
Plop.
He dropped her unconscious body, ignoring the stunned crowd, and walked away.
"Lady Tsunade!"
Shizune rushed forward, administering frantic first aid.
Moments later—
"Haa—!"
Tsunade jolted upright, gasping for breath, pale with cold sweat.
"Thank goodness…" Shizune whispered, eyes wet with relief.
Tsunade, shaken, reflected bitterly. Years of blood phobia had dulled her battle edge. Now, stripped of that edge, she was overpowered by an Uchiha she barely understood.
But why had he let her live? He provoked her, endured her strikes, and only subdued her when she refused to stop.
And the Akimichi technique… Had he copied her strange power?
The thought chilled her.
"Shizune. Let's go."
She stood and departed, expression grave.
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Two Days Later
In a secluded forest, Duan sat in recovery. Though he had taken no outward injuries, Tsunade's strikes had left faint internal damage.
Her strength was monstrous indeed.
Yet it was worth it. He had acquired a new ability.
The Strange Power.
He placed a single finger on a massive boulder. Chakra surged into it—
Crack.
The stone shattered into rubble.
Duan reflected: to wield strange power required three things—chakra reserves, physical strength, and precision chakra control.
Senju had all three. Uchiha typically did not.
But Duan was different. With immense chakra from both body and spirit, with physical conditioning beyond the Eight Gates, and with ultimate control over each of his 639 muscles, he surpassed both clans.
Thus, what others deemed impossible to copy, he had mastered.
And there was more.
In the wake of his battles—with Obito, Root, and Tsunade—his Stand, The World, had evolved.
"Za… Warudo."
In his dilated pupils, a colossal gear of time turned slowly.