Endless darkness surges from all directions, dragging the relaxed mind into the slough of darkness. The soft limbs are filled with a tight sense of binding that makes people unable to struggle and cannot escape.

The unmovable land creature floated on the dark waves, soaked in the dark ocean and completely lost its direction.

The sound of the wind swept through the waves, making the lingering mainland students think that they had a nightmare.

But how can I stay awake in my sleep? The ink-like sea water hit Lu Sheng's ears, and the short-shallow hair floated casually on the sea like black kelp. The deep-sea moan made his thoughts clearer and clearer.

It's an illusion.

The terrestrial life, wrapped in the wet sea breeze, sniffed its nose and noticed an inexplicable scent from the salty wind and waves. The strange fragrance was drilling into every pore of his body.

The closed eyes suddenly opened, and the thick ink-like sea water on the eyelids slowly slid down the corners of the eyes toward the frame as the eyes trembled.

The soreness and swelling of foreign objects entering his eyes made Lu Sheng carelessly. The gorgeous black and purple strange star clusters in the sky clearly informed him that all this was an illusion.

Time in space begins to disappear rapidly, and in the real world, it is only a blink of an eye.

Lu Sheng, who was trapped in the illusion through touch for the first time, was very novel about how the illusion was different from the illusion performed by the pupil technique.

It was discovered that the caster should have wanted to fall into a deeper coma, without any malice, nor a trembling murderous intent.

It is like the fighting spirit burning in flames.

Is the first move to fight undeclared?

The land of the land who supported the Daise Ocean with his hands stood up from the sea and looked up at the confusing sky. The chakra in his body rushed towards his heart along the tendons and eight veins, and began to rush into his pupils under the strong and powerful beating.

The calm sea surface instantly stirred up huge waves, and thousands of dark waves followed one after another. The black waves continued to swallow the boy's thin figure.

The unmoved Lu Sheng opened the Sharingan, and the black magma slowly turned, and everything in front of him began to break like an ice surface.

The cracked space clattered, revealing the real world hidden behind the scenes.

Just as the moment when virtuality and reality were intertwined, a figure like lightning broke through the wooden sliding door, threw away the bamboo tube that was blowing smoke in his hand, and rushed into the room filled with smoke.

Holding his breath and punching him at the perceived position.

The small fist burst out with amazing power, completely shattering the padded wooden board. The huge shock wave echoed indoors to form a wind roar and swept towards the doors and windows.

Lu Sheng, who was avoiding the punch just now, stood on the ceiling and glanced at the deep pit on the wooden board, looking at the figure hidden in the smoke.

The rotating Sharingan looked at the room in the corridor and found that the teacher and Run were talking seriously in another room. The wooden wall was even better than the soundproof wall, and they didn't hear any movement here.

Moreover, the enthusiastic maids and sisters who had last night disappeared without a trace at this moment.

In an instant, Lu Sheng understood what was going on, and it was their tacit approval.

The smoke began to dissipate and gradually revealed the true appearance of the attacker. The faces of similar ages were full of fighting spirit, and the war also ignited in his heart. The little Yuyi in front of him should be the disciple or son of the leader Run.

The two of them looked at each other silently in the room that was restored to a clear and clear manner.

Lu Sheng looked at his pajamas with a headache. How could he beat him? He pointed to the round fan on his chest and suggested, "Wait until I change my clothes?"

The solemn atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Lu Sheng, who opened the Sharingan, was waiting for the boy's response. Seeing him nodding in agreement, he immediately jumped over the doors and windows to the open space in the yard.

Lu Sheng looked at the messy room and shook his head helplessly, jumped off the ceiling, and his drooping hair re-attached to his forehead. He took out his clothes from the closet on the side and started to change it.

Lu Sheng, who had changed his clothes, stood on the windowsill overlooking the boy who was adjusting his condition in the open space, jumped and landed steadily not far from him, opening the Sharingan to stare at him.

It's a double magma.

Although I saw it in the room, I still shocked him slightly when I saw it at close range. The black magma slowly turned, as if he had attracted all his mind.

What a pair of beautiful eyes.

Little feather in a ninja suit sighed in his heart.

Since the Uchiha clan moved to Konoha, the exchanges between the two clans have been much less, and the communication between the peers has been interrupted.

When he heard Madara's disciples come to the clan land, he pestered his father to beg for this morning, which led to this farce.

"Hayi Shinho."

Xiao Yuyi, who knew the insight of the Sharingan, clenched the short knife in her hand and said his name to the boy in front of her.

"Uchiha Lusheng."

The voice of the self-introduction ended like a horn of an offensive.

Zhenyang was like a leopard in the forest, waving the short sword in his hand wrapped in wind and thunder and slashing towards the boy. His sword technique was rarely rivaled by the feather-Yellow clan.

The snow-white sword made a sound of thunder, and the beating arc seemed to tell that it was a top chakra knife, dyed with lightning, the blade illuminated the entire courtyard.

Short swords are connected.

The two of them looked particularly clear under the lightning light. The boy's firm gaze made Zhenyang's pupils shrink, and the Sharingan had already closed before the attack, which means that the boy took his sword at his own speed.

Lu Sheng was curled up by the lightning light, and Zhenyang's shocked gaze made him feel relieved. This was a slight result of his and Jiri's training.

The lightning in the middle of the opposing blade shone with sharp friction sounds, and the noisy and harsh sounds became the beautiful music of the two when they fought.

During the stalemate, the blade began to advance in his own direction. Zhenyang knew that his power was at a disadvantage and began to seek flexibility.

The blade flipped like a shock, and the rotating blade slashed straight towards Lu Sheng.

The sound of violent collisions of blades jingling in every corner spreads continuously in the courtyard, echoing towards the surrounding houses.

After discussing the relevant matters, Run stretched and stood up from the cushion, walked out the window, and looked at the figure in the courtyard where the lightning was in full swing.

He turned around and said to the man sitting on the cushion drinking tea, "It's still convenient to have Sharingan."

The spotted tea sipped with a sip of tea smiled silently, and the Sharingan had already opened at the moment they began.

The strategy adopted by Lu Sheng was not to hold back, but to attack fiercely, just like the time Hezhili fought quickly in the clan.

The blade shining with cold light seemed to condense into a substantial cold light as he waved it, not inferior to the short sword shining with lightning in Zhenyang's hand.

The cold light collided again, and the blade trembled violently and shook Zhenyang's wrists. With the force of vibration, the hilt of the knife was adjusted. The manic thunder on the blade gradually stopped in the trembling.

Instead, it was whistling chakra, swaying like a strong wind, and sawtooth ripples began to roam up and down around the blade.

The Run eyes by the window lit up, and he looked at the Chakradao that was sweeping the wind and waves with great pride. This is the Fengqi that the feather-Yi clan is best at.

Put your elbows on the table and stick your cheeks diagonally, and your face becomes a little serious. It is rare to use the properties of wind and thunder at this age.

Feng Dun greatly blessed Zhenyang's attack range, allowing him to sweep away the aggrievance he had before being suppressed, and his superb skills returned to his hands.

The long sword slashed at Lu Sheng's shoulder, and the sharpness he showed made him fight against, so he could only hide in a mess.

Lu Sheng began to miss the training of Jiri. At least he would not let Zhenyang in front of him, and he would start changing the wind blade if he couldn't beat the thunder knife.

The difference in attack distance made him very poor, but fortunately, he discovered Zhenyang's shortcomings during the battle.

The difference in physical skills made him capture, and the frequency of attacks was slower than the beginning.

As the wind blade swept across his face and pierced the fur, Lu Sheng began a close-knit fight.

He tangled Zhenyang like a candy and completely consumed all his advantages.

Uchiha swordsmanship and feather-inspired swordsmanship have begun a new round of competition, with a confrontation mixed with physical skills. Although it is not as beautiful as before, for a ninja, winning is the greatest beauty.

Zhenyang tightened the hilt of the knife, turned his eyes and looked at Lu Sheng who was flashing like a ghost, and the surging chakra began to pour into the blade violently.

The battle he entered made him unable to use his skills. He knew very well that his physical skills were at a disadvantage in front of the terrestrial student.

Since the distance has failed, then expand the range of the blade!

The rapidly expanding wind blade fluttered in the wind and cut off the air and stabbed straight towards the land.

There are flaws.

Zhenyang looked at Lu Sheng who turned to dodge and showed a smile of victory. He was sure to win this battle.

The long sword adjusted the direction while the wrist was rotating, and in conjunction with the force of the waist, the gust of wind wrapped in the knife light slashed unstoppably towards Lu Sheng's neck.

But this is also a flaw that Lu Sheng deliberately exposed, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

After repeated training by the Sharingan, Lu Sheng knew very well the function of the acupoints on his wrist and rotated the handle point towards his wrist.

The pain caused by the blockage of meridians made Zhenyang uncontrollably release his palm, his pupils tremble violently, and he looked at the short knife that was blooming with wind and fell from the sky and fell from the ground.

He was unwilling to give up.

He did not lose, and he also had physical skills and ninjutsu, which had not been compared.

The sense of crisis that pierced his skin from his throat calmed down with the shaking blade on the ground.

Lu Sheng looked at Zhenyang in a daze curiously, pulled a knife flower and took the short knife into the scabbard and said, "Your sword technique is very similar to one of my friends."

"So where is he?"

Zhenyang adjusted his mood, pulled up his short knife to wipe the soil on the knife's body, and asked curiously.

"It's a Uchiha with purple hair."

Lu Sheng was a little surprised that the boy's eyes could be so bright, so he didn't want to answer.

"Is it at Konoha Ninja School?"

Masao Yui, who lowered her head and pondered, said softly that such a master must be in the ninja school, and the news of the dissolution of the Uchiha clan school came to the clan, which caused a fierce discussion.

The name "Koba Ninja School" was silently recited in his mind.
To be continued...