"Sharingan?! You're from Konoha!"
Killer B exclaimed in shock.
"Konoha?"
The masked man's voice turned cold.
"My name is—Uchiha Madara."
"Bakayaro~ stop pretending, you weirdo—Let me show you Killer B's power, yo!"
Killer B drew two swords and hurled them toward Obito.
Obito didn't move.
His body turned intangible.
The blades passed straight through him.
Killer B froze for a split second—
Then suddenly, his pupils lost focus.
Clash of Minds
Obito believed he had the advantage.
He invaded Killer B's consciousness.
But the moment he entered—
His eyes widened in shock.
A massive figure stood before him.
The Eight-Tails, towering like a mountain, swung a gigantic fist directly at him.
Obito instantly withdrew from the mindscape.
The next second, his body twisted into a vortex and vanished.
Back in reality, Killer B gasped heavily.
"Thanks."
Inside his mind, the Eight-Tails spoke:
"Be careful, B. Mangekyō Sharingan is no joke."
"If that man truly is Uchiha Madara… Kumogakure could face total destruction."
The Discovery
Obito reappeared on the roof of the Kumogakure administration building.
He frowned, looking down at the village below.
He hadn't fought Killer B seriously.
His priority was the Amber Purifying Bottle.
If it wasn't in the vault—
Then where could it be?
At that moment—
The ground behind him rippled.
White Zetsu emerged, holding a large jar with excitement.
"Hey! Look what I found!"
Obito turned, annoyed at first.
But when he saw the object—
His eyes widened.
"The Amber Purifying Bottle?!"
"Where did you find that?!"
White Zetsu grinned.
"In the Raikage's office!"
"I was planning to set it on fire to create chaos—but I found a secret chamber. This thing was inside."
Obito's mood instantly lifted.
"Excellent. Let's go."
He pulled the jar into Kamui space.
Both of them vanished.
Land of Iron
Meanwhile—
Wen Lan and the Konoha delegation arrived in the Land of Iron after a long journey.
The Land of Iron had no ninja.
Only samurai.
And among them—
One stood above all others.
Mifune.
His Iaido swordsmanship was legendary.
Most ninja stood no chance against him.
Because:
Your hand seals weren't faster than his draw.
Before your jutsu finished—
Your head would already be on the ground.
The Welcome
Mifune had received news of their arrival.
He stood at the gates of Iron City, leading two squads of samurai.
When he saw the delegations, he stepped forward with a smile.
"Welcome, honored guests from Konoha and Kumogakure."
He already knew the purpose of this meeting.
Seeing members of both villages together did not surprise him.
Minato extended his hand politely.
"Lord Mifune, it's been a long time. You look as formidable as ever."
Mifune laughed heartily.
"I didn't expect the Hokage to remember an old warrior like me."
Then his gaze shifted to Wen Lan.
"So this must be the famed Uchiha Wen Lan, whose name echoes across the ninja world."
Wen Lan stepped forward with a respectful smile.
"Greetings, Lord Mifune."
"Don't call me 'senior.' I am a samurai, not a ninja," Mifune replied with a shake of his head.
His eyes lit up slightly.
"I've heard you're also a master swordsman."
"Would you be willing to spar?"
The Challenge
Wen Lan naturally accepted.
"It would be an honor to—"
Before he could say "senior" again, Mifune interrupted:
"Call me 'Lord Mifune.'"
Wen Lan nodded.
"Very well. Sparring with you would be my privilege."
Mifune smiled broadly.
"Good, good."
"You must be tired from travel."
"Rest today."
"Tomorrow, I'll show you the sights of the Land of Iron."
"We gratefully accept," Minato replied.
Iron City
Mifune personally escorted them to the guest residence.
Along the way, Wen Lan observed the surroundings carefully.
The Land of Iron felt heavily militarized.
There was little civilian warmth.
Instead:
Strict patrolsDark fortified wallsSilent discipline
When they reached the inn, everyone settled in to rest.
Evening Discussion
Inside the room, Wen Lan, Minato, and Shikaku sat around a low table in traditional tatami posture.
Small dishes and sake were placed before them.
Wen Lan took a sip and looked out the window.
"This place has almost no everyday atmosphere."
Shikaku explained calmly:
"This is Iron City—the meeting site for major summits like the Five Kage Conference."
"It's not the main civilian center."
"It's essentially a military training city."
"That's why it feels so austere."
Wen Lan nodded.
Then asked:
"How long until Kumogakure arrives?"
"Two or three days behind us, roughly."
"Understood."
The Next Day
Early the following morning, Mifune led the delegation to a nearby town.
Unlike Iron City—
This place was lively.
Bustling streets.
Vendors calling out.
Children running.
It felt much more like Konoha.
They toured until afternoon before returning.
Later—
Mifune, Wen Lan, Minato, Shikaku, Tutai, and Samui gathered at the training grounds.
The Duel Begins
Mifune and Wen Lan stood facing each other.
Each held a sword.
Wen Lan deliberately chose a training blade instead of his Grass-Cutting Sword.
Otherwise—
No ordinary weapon could withstand it.
They had agreed beforehand:
This was only a sparring match.
No lethal intent.
Mifune placed his left hand on the scabbard.
His right hand rested on the hilt.
His expression turned serious.
"Advisor Wen Lan—be careful."
A spark of excitement flashed in Wen Lan's eyes.
Since arriving in this world—
This was his first pure swordsmanship duel.
"Lord Mifune—please."
Lightning-Fast Strike
Mifune lowered his stance.
Then—
He moved.
Like an arrow released from a bow.
Blinding speed.
Wen Lan's pupils contracted.
So fast… This must be Mifune's self-created technique—Flash Step.
In the next instant—
Mifune drew his blade.
Cold steel flashed.
The reflected light hit Wen Lan's eyes, forcing them to narrow.
The sword was already slicing toward his neck.
Wen Lan reacted instantly.
He drew his blade and blocked.
Steel collided.
Using the momentum, he rotated his body, redirecting the force.
The two figures crossed paths.
Sword arcs shimmered in the sunset.
Observers saw only streaks of light.
The speed was so fast—
It was hard to tell where the blades even were.
Mifune leapt back, admiration in his eyes.
"Impressive."
"You can keep up with my Flash Step."
"Your reputation is well deserved."
Wen Lan smiled and slowly lowered his sword.
"Lord Mifune…"
"Warm-up is over."
"Now it's time to get serious."
Mifune's eyes ignited with battle spirit.
"My thoughts exactly."
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