A dense swarm of shuriken whistled through the air toward Aburame Ryōma.
Amid a series of dull impacts and swirling dust, Aburame Ryōma vanished from his position.
Immediately after, Feng Bai's collar was firmly grasped by a powerful hand from behind.
Aburame Ryōma, whose leg should have been completely paralyzed, stood steadily behind Feng Bai, expressionlessly holding his collar and speaking in a cold tone:
"Well done, Young Master Feng Bai. While you have the technique, your execution lacks ruthlessness. If you had chosen to use chakra to destroy the nerves in my leg rather than merely striking the pressure point, this battle would have been your victory."
Slightly short of breath, Feng Bai nodded obediently: "I understand. I'll work toward that goal next time, but I want to know how you recovered your mobility."
Gently setting Feng Bai down, Aburame Ryōma rolled up his pant leg, revealing where Feng Bai had struck.
"You did indeed hit my pressure point, but all members of the Aburame clan cultivate kikaichū within their bodies. When you stimulated the pressure point, I mobilized the kikaichū in my body to forcibly restore the meridians you had sealed, then used the Body Flicker Technique to appear behind you."
The wound Feng Bai had inflicted showed no flowing blood—instead, writhing kikaichū were visible.
"In the ninja world, there exist various bloodline limits and clan secret techniques. Abilities far more bizarre than mine are countless. Therefore, never letting your guard down at any moment is the most important lesson I can teach you."
Rolling down his pant leg, Aburame Ryōma assumed a fighting stance, signaling that Feng Bai could continue his attack.
"Yes!"
...
"Alright, exercise concluded! Both sides form the Seal of Reconciliation!"
As Itō Makoto called an end to the exercise, Feng Bai extended his hand to complete the Seal of Reconciliation while simultaneously pulling Obito to his feet.
"You bastard, your attacks are way too underhanded—always targeting places I can't see!"
Obito, clutching his rear end as Feng Bai helped him up, complained indignantly.
"Well, how should I put it... there are various reasons..." Feng Bai scratched the top of his head, recalling Aburame Ryōma's teachings.
There was no helping it—learning from such a killing machine naturally meant picking up practical finishing moves.
Honestly, just kicking you instead of using the Thousand Years of Death is already showing considerable respect to you, the second Sage of Six Paths.
Supporting Obito to the observation area, seeing that he refused to sit and would only stand in place, Feng Bai displayed a smile that was three parts apologetic and seven parts amused: "Sorry, sorry, I kicked a bit too hard—pfft..."
Unable to contain himself at the end, Feng Bai burst out laughing.
"Feng Bai, you bastard!" Obito looked utterly aggrieved, like a molested young wife.
"Next group—Might Guy versus Hyūga Iroha! Both sides form the Seal of Confrontation!"
Dodging Obito's vengeful kick, hearing the next match-up, Feng Bai shifted his attention to the training ground.
"Hmph, a mere dead-last. I advise you to surrender now, otherwise..." Hyūga Iroha remained as arrogant as ever.
[Can't beat Kakashi, but I can't handle this green-skinned freak?]
Assuming the Hyūga family's standard opening stance, Hyūga Iroha regarded Might Guy lazily, completely dismissing his opponent.
"Got you!" Taking advantage of Feng Bai's attention being focused on Might Guy, Obito grabbed Feng Bai's collar and began frantically rubbing his head.
"Take that for being cocky, take that... Ow!" Obito's attempt to destroy Feng Bai's hairstyle didn't last long, as Feng Bai instinctively reached for Obito's rear and pinched hard, bringing tears to Obito's eyes from the pain.
"Hmph, weakling." Giving Obito, who was now crouched on the ground, a contemptuous look, Feng Bai fixed his hair while walking over to Kakashi, who sat at the edge with a book.
Glancing at the contents of the book in Kakashi's hands and seeing only a few stick figures, Feng Bai asked curiously: "Hey, Kakashi, what kind of adult novel are you reading?"
"What adult novel? This is my family's hereditary swordsmanship!" Kakashi, startled by Feng Bai's provocative words, hurriedly defended his innocence, afraid that nearby classmates might actually believe Feng Bai.
"Eh? Hereditary swordsmanship? Let me see." Feng Bai suddenly snatched the book from Kakashi's hands, randomly flipping through several pages to find that it indeed contained various attack movements.
Kakashi made no attempt to reclaim the book, simply sitting in place and looking up at Feng Bai.
"I see... coating lightning-nature chakra on the blade and defeating opponents through rapid slashing..." Having undergone Aburame Ryōma's training, Feng Bai could discern some of the swordsmanship's mysteries.
"Here, take it back." Sitting cross-legged beside Kakashi, Feng Bai handed the book back.
Kakashi accepted the book and continued reading to himself.
On the other side, Might Guy had already charged forward and was battling Hyūga Iroha.
"So, which of these two do you favor?" Watching Hyūga Iroha struggling to defend against Might Guy's attacks, Feng Bai asked Kakashi beside him.
Hearing Feng Bai's inquiry, Kakashi didn't even look up, directly replying: "I don't care about them at all."
"You're really boring. Might Guy is supposedly your lifelong rival—what's wrong with showing some interest?" Feng Bai flicked Kakashi's white hair with his finger.
Looking disgusted as he batted away Feng Bai's hand, Kakashi finally deigned to lift his dead-fish eyes toward the battle: "What lifelong rival? Didn't you force that on me? That guy always comes looking for you, not me."
"Well, I'm just a passerby—he and you are the true love, understand?" Feng Bai adopted the manner of someone with experience.
Kakashi, long accustomed to Feng Bai occasionally spouting meaningless phrases, sighed helplessly. Watching Hyūga Iroha find a counterattack opportunity and strike Might Guy's leg weights, only to clutch his hand and wail, Kakashi shook his head: "Isn't it already over? That weird guy won."
Hyūga Iroha would never have imagined how many iron blocks Might Guy had stuffed into his leg weights.
Striking that contraption without chakra-enhanced hands—merely clutching his hand and wailing was already a fortunate outcome.
"Boring. I wanted you to make an evaluation before the result was clear." While complaining about Kakashi, Feng Bai caught sight of Obito's sneaky figure with his peripheral vision. The instant Obito pounced, Feng Bai dodged with a quick movement, resulting in Kakashi being the one tackled instead.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I never expected you two to be so adventurous—getting tangled up like this in broad daylight..." Watching the two entangled figures, Feng Bai displayed a mischievous grin.
"Get off me, Obito! I'm going to kill that bastard!" Kakashi, provoked by Feng Bai, kicked Obito off with one foot.
"Ow! Damn it, Kakashi—where are you kicking?!" Obito let out another anguished cry.
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