One move determines the outcome, and it seems like a joke between children.

But when it really appeared in front of me, the crowd in the audience was not surprised because everyone was ninja.

Only by completely crushing strength can this be achieved.

The quiet audience was filled with eager eyes, and the disciple of "his" was about to appear as the finale.

When Lu Sheng walked to the center of the venue, he felt that the eyes of people looking at him on the stage were strange.

"Come on! Xiaozhili should not let the good son go!!!"

The familiar voice of the grandson who was pitting him came from a distance, making Lu Sheng look at his mother-in-law with a headache and her elbows turned outward.

OK.

Danzo and Hizawa were there, but fortunately they looked at him with encouragement.

The strange girl beside Hinaru blinked and looked at him curiously.

Without thinking too much, the girl in front of her said softly: "Are you ready?"

Jiri chuckled and handed another short knife on his waist to Lu Sheng in the audience's surprised eyes: "Just treat it as an ordinary training."

"Um."

Pulling out the short knife and holding it tightly in his hand, Lu Sheng responded to the girl's clear gaze.

"Dingling Dingling!"

The short sword blocked all the slackened Shuriken. The spark of the metal collision in front of Jiri's eyes had not yet dissipated, and the boy's figure like the wind followed.

The sparks generated by the entanglement of the blades are particularly dazzling in the training ground covered by dark clouds.

The white joints on the slender fingers were pressed to stabilize the slightly trembling hilt, and Jirai stared at the boy waiting for an opportunity in front of him.

They have done this training many times.

Will the Sharingan be next? The girl who sinks her shoulders, accumulates strength, and stabilizes her mind and says secretly.

The black magma slowly rotated in the red pupils, and the flow of the world seemed to become slower in Lu Sheng's eyes.

He clenched his short knife and focused his chakra in his footsteps and headed towards the girl who was waiting for him.

The slightly hot summer wind was mixed with gusts of cold light. Jiri slightly turned his ninja shoes to stabilize the lower plate, and his tender and beautiful toes were quietly staying on the black upper, responding to the sudden rainy offensive.

Squinted his eyes and looked at the sharp knife intent. The slight wind generated by the rapid instant movement completely blew away her hair, and the fire ignited with fighting spirit was burning in her heart.

The powerful sense of oppression in the battle tightly wrapped her, and among her peers, only Lu Sheng could let her enjoy the pleasure of fighting in full.

This is also the reason why she is willing to lend him a short knife.

The shadow of the knife in the girl's hand was like a gust of wind, and the speed of the terrestrial student became faster, and she also became faster with quick hits. The sparks and sounds of the blades colliding echoed throughout the training ground.

"Ah..." Biwahu held up the marshmallow in his hand and looked at Hizun beside him: "Is Jiri-chan so strong usually? She is still slightly superior to the Sharingan."

"No, we'll see you once." Danzo, who could barely remain calm, glanced at Hinako, whose mind had been sucked in by the battle, and explained for him.

The confrontation between the two people in the field continues.

Uchiha, who had opened his eyes on the observation stage, reflected that although the Sharingan of Touyu has increased its insight ability, the opponent's speed is fast enough, so the Sharingan's insight will inevitably be greatly affected.

Someone has already turned on Dan Gouyu and tried to put himself in his shoes and observe the shadow of the sword in the field.

No, you can only see afterimages.

Chakra began to flow along the tendons and veins into the eye sockets, and the double topus can be regarded as seeing the two fighting in the field.

Uchiha, who turned on the three-eyed guerrilla and two-eyed guerrilla, finally saw their movements clearly. He was shocked to look at the tribesmen around him who also turned on the Sharingan to observe.

In other words, their sword skills have already reached the point where they can see clearly?

At their age, it is really awesome for young people.

He looked at the indifferent fire core in surprise and said in a trembling voice: "Is this the disciple he taught to confront the patriarch?"

Jiri gritted his teeth, endured the tremors of his arm muscles and meridians, clenched his sword tightly and continued to attack, concentrating all the chakra in his body to liberate all his strength.

This time, the clan didn't want to prove anything more than her, because she could clearly sense that in the past, the terrestrial student was always held back.

Taking advantage of the large number of people this time, she wanted to personally see Lu Sheng’s true strength.

Now, holding the hilt of the knife tightly, the arm that was gradually losing its intuition, has already told her the answer.

The soreness in the arms is nothing.

Lu Sheng frowned and endured the swelling and pain, and saw that the girl suddenly stopped for a moment during the attack.

The blade was wrapped around and tangled upwards, holding the handle of the knife straight up, and the short knife fell off from her hand and inserted straight into the soil.

The short knife in his hand fell to the ground, and Jiri Ryori's pupils shrank slightly. This time it was her move, but he didn't expect it to be learned.

The moist purple hair on the forehead spread apart casually with a hint of chicness, and his agile pupils were filled with relief. Jiri whispered: "You won."

The gentle sound blew throughout the training ground with the summer wind, and the dark clouds blocked the sun happened to disperse, and the bright sunlight shone on them.

Lu Sheng stabilized his sore arms, changed the short knife shining with sunlight to his other hand, slowly inserted it into the scabbard and pinned it to the girl's waist, pointed to the rotating Gouyu and said, "If there were no these eyes, you would be the winner."

The sincere words made Jiri smile. She knew that the boy in front of her was saying the truth. She smiled and wiped the knife inserted into the soil and then inserted it into the scabbard at her waist.

Bathed in their glory, quietly holding the boy's right hand, and enjoying their cheers together.

"pain!"

His right hand was suddenly pulled by nephrite, and the swelling and softness were transmitted into his mind. Lu Sheng's face was still changing and biting his back teeth and enjoying the favor of the little beauty.

"..." The stunned mirror in the passage forced himself to calm down and said to the trio beside him: "Have you ever seen them like this?"

"No!"

The trio standing at the front of the queue said in unison with a trembling voice.

After a long-lasting cheer, Huo Ku watched as the unexpected small fan left, stood up and said to everyone present, "The Uchiha Clan School will be cancelled from today!"

This news seemed even more explosive than the battle just now, and the noisy sound rang out, and then the powerful chakra aura released by the fire core calmed down the audience.

Yes.

This battle has proved to them that the teaching of ninja schools is indeed better than that of tribes.

Except for the last two, the Mirror was able to defeat Lei and Na Ke, who were among the top in the clan, which proved this situation.

"We haven't learned it anymore?"

Baru, who was so surprised that he couldn't stop talking about the incident, said in disbelief.

"That's not great, can you stay away completely now..." Lei lowered his voice and squinted his eyes. The purple-haired girl who sat on the stool and applied ointment to Lu Sheng, "It's a dangerous ninja career!"

"The freshmen of the Uchiha clan will join the Ninja School and reorganize the class."

Then the sound of the fire core continued to come and completely broke his fantasy.

In the dark environment, Na Ke looked at him sympathetically. This is the fate of Uchiha of their generation.

On the watch stage, the crowd gradually dissipated.

The Ninja God sitting in the back row said to the Uchiha patriarch beside him with a smile: "Good job! Madara."

"Idiot! What's so happy about this? Didn't you disband Qianshou?" The smile that was covered by Ban's right eye instantly changed into a look as calm as his left eye.

"sorry."

Hashirama, who suddenly fell down, apologized sincerely.

Madara, who couldn't bear to see, was about to leave here with Hashimara, but was interrupted by Tomoma who came in an instant: "Brother, Madara, what are you doing here? Come with me to prepare to welcome the mission of the Ume Country led by the leader of Ashima. It will be here in one day."

"Totomama, you're going to be busy again later." Hashimama, who stood up, said embarrassedly.

"I heard what Huo Kuo said just now. Besides, I have known about the office registration. I would have done so. I would have just expanded the enrollment for one term." Tobirama's silver-white hair shone in the sun, and confident words came into their ears.

“The rest time is over.”

Hashimara's eyes and Madara said in pain after looking at each other in the air.

"Well, it hurts so much."

The infirmary took off his coat and exposed the pink and white arms. He trembled like a wounded deer, and his bright eyes were filled with mist.

Lu Sheng gave her a blank look without feeling angry, gently applied the cotton swab with ointment in his hand to the red and swollen place, and said softly: "Hold on, I'll take you to eat later."
Chapter completed!