The two tachis clashed solidly against each other.
Uchiha Hachida adopted the most straightforward combat strategy, intending to use what he believed was his overwhelming speed and strength over Aomi, to defeat the enemy in the most primal and irresistible way!
All sophisticated techniques and swordsmanship must be built on the foundation of strength.
Otherwise, they are nothing but flowers in the water, moons in mirrors; they seem ornate but shatter at the slightest touch.
But judging from Uchiha Hachida's shocked expression at this moment, his plan had failed.
Aomi gripped the sword with both hands, the muscles in his arms slightly bulging, suppressing Uchiha Hachida's blade with Muramasa, and said coldly, "Senior, are you abandoning all of the Uchiha's pride and glory today?"
"No matter who the opponent is, since we have engaged, we must give it our all in the name of Uchiha!"
Uchiha Hachida's face was grim as he struggled with all his might against Aomi's strength, cursing inwardly, "I'm already giving it my all! Is this little brat from the Senju Clan? How is he so strong..."
"And you're saying this, how am I supposed to step down?"
Just as Uchiha Hachida's thoughts were slightly disturbed by Aomi's words,
Aomi suddenly withdrew the force of his brutal sword, while Uchiha Hachida was still pouring in strength, unable to recover his balance in time, causing him to pitch forward.
Aomi moved like a swimming dragon, the enhanced two-tomoe and motor nerves made his thoughts and vision incredibly clear while moving, almost like slow motion.
A fierce and merciless slash struck from the side, rising from Uchiha Hachida's abdomen!
It was about to disembowel him!
A sixth sense, honed as a ninja, urgently warned Uchiha Hachida, the three tomoe in his eyes spun wildly, and he desperately retreated backward!
"Swoosh!"
The sound of fabric tearing resounded, and Uchiha Hachida retreated more than ten meters, his eyes filled with dread as he looked at Aomi.
At this moment, a deep gash as wide as half a finger ran from his abdomen to his chest, blood gushing out, staining the training ground's earth red.
"Brat, you've angered me..." Uchiha Hachida suppressed the pain, swiftly tearing his refined shirt, and quickly made a simple bandage to stop the bleeding.
"In terms of swordsmanship, you at least have the level of a clan Jonin, and your strength is not like a child from the Ninja School..."
"Indeed, I bullied the small in this spar for the future of the Uchiha Clan. But as you said, as an Uchiha, since we are fighting, we must go all out."
"I will seriously apologize to you after winning."
"But now, I will get serious."
The three tomoe in Uchiha Hachida's eyes spun fiercely, and his dynamic vision increased significantly at this moment!
The bloodthirsty red glow locked onto Aomi's figure.
This is the oppressive feeling when the Three-Tomoe Sharingan challenges one-on-one.
In one-on-one situations, adversaries with insufficient Genjutsu resistance can't even look directly at the Uchiha, reduced to holding their heads and fleeing, let alone defeating the Uchiha.
Even with a high Genjutsu resistance, the dynamic vision and copying ability of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan provide the Uchiha with abundant information, securing the first move as soon as the enemy makes any movement.
The Sharingan's copying ability not only targets Ninjutsu but also allows it to imitate the adversary's Taijutsu.
"You're a genius, but when faced with these eyes, all your tricks will have nowhere to hide..."
Uchiha Hachida's entire demeanor changed, confident and severe, "Experience the power of the Sharingan. No matter how proud a genius is, they'll hate their tragic fate of not possessing a Sharingan."
Aomi's lips unconsciously curled, and he softly whispered to Senju Tobirama inside him, "Tobirama, I've heard that Uchiha Izuna said something similar to you back then..."
"Indeed, he said that to me many times, the last time I heard it was right before Flying Thunder God Slash pierced through his chest." Senju Tobirama chuckled, arms crossed, speaking in a calm yet proud tone.
Aomi's fingers danced, rapidly completing several hand seals.
"Genjutsu: Darkness Path Jutsu!"
Darkness descended upon the land, the pitch-black dark engulfed and froze Uchiha Hachida's twisted smile.
But it wasn't over yet.
Aomi didn't rush to attack but continued to form seals: "Water Release: Hidden Mist Jutsu!"
A thick fog enveloped the training ground, the visibility rapidly plummeted, making it impossible to see even a meter ahead.
On the side, Shisui, though not covered by Darkness Path Jutsu, couldn't evade the all-encompassing Hidden Mist Jutsu, so he tiptoed to a corner of the wall, quietly opting to observe.
As the first Uchiha thoroughly beaten by Aomi, he well understood this feeling.
It's the gloomy feeling of being wrong at every step when someone has grasped the rhythm, and all attempts to fight back lead only to utter humiliation.
Little Shisui casually sat down on the ground, looking over to Uchiha Hachida's direction with a hint of compassion in his eyes...
Uchiha Hachida wanted to mock Aomi with a few more words, but an unavoidable darkness had already covered his vision.
"Hmph... Just a mere Genjutsu, daring to make a fuss in front of the Three-Tomoe Sharingan..." Uchiha Hachida sneered, the red glow in his eyes growing more intense, tearing through the darkness with his ocular power!
But the darkness wasn't penetrated by the ocular power, instead, Aomi's strike had already arrived, the whistling slash struck down from above Uchiha Hachida, threatening to split him in two!
Uchiha Hachida was taken aback. He hadn't expected at all that the Three-Tomoe Sharingan couldn't dispel Aomi's Genjutsu!
What he didn't know was that this technique, developed by Senju Tobirama and refined from Senju Hashirama's Genjutsu with a touch of Uzumaki Clan's Fuinjutsu, wasn't a mere Genjutsu.
To simply break through it quickly with a Dojutsu poses a significant challenge...
At least, for a first-timer like Uchiha Hachida encountering the darkness, it required some time to adapt.
Uchiha Hachida's eyes widened, pushing his ocular strength to the maximum in a short time, blood vessels appearing in his eyes.
Yet even so, he could barely make out a few of Muramasa's blade trajectories!
The unrelenting slash came down, Uchiha Hachida had no choice but to roll aside in an undignified jerk, dodging this fatal blow!
But this time, another laceration appeared on his arm, leaving a gaping wound.
"Damn it... I remember now, this is recorded in the clan's chronicles, a Genjutsu developed specifically against the Uchiha by Senju Tobirama! How does this brat know this move!"
Uchiha Hachida gritted his teeth, yet strangely, there was a trace of relief in his heart.
Thankfully, Senju Tobirama is dead. If that bastard lived for another twenty or thirty years, who knows how many more Jutsus harming the Uchiha he'd develop!
"Hachida-senpai, you need to focus now."
Aomi's voice echoed in the darkness, ethereal and cold, "I don't want to kill you, but if you're not careful, I'll be forced to stain my hands with the blood of my kin..."
"With the next strike, I'll aim for your left shoulder."