"What?" x4
The four Iwagakure jonin saw Aoyama suddenly complete his hand seals, and their faces changed drastically as they tried to use jutsu to stop him. But they were already out of time.
Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!
In an instant, the sky changed color!
A fierce whirlwind emerged from Aoyama's mouth, rapidly expanding into a massive, raging tornado. The tornado ripped through the gaps between the four, shooting straight toward the Iwagakure forces in the back.
That's right; Aoyama's target had always been those three hundred Iwagakure shinobi. He approached specifically to prevent the four jonin from blocking his jutsu.
Though this move exposed his ability to perform one-handed seals, the results were well worth it. The enemy shinobi, caught off guard by the sudden wind release attack, had no choice but to scatter in all directions, unable to mount any resistance.
In moments, the three-hundred-man formation of Iwagakure forces was shattered.
This disruption was precisely Aoyama's goal.
Outnumbered, the only way to achieve victory was either to strengthen one's own side or weaken the enemy's.
Strengthen his fellow shinobi?
Aoyama couldn't do that right now.
That left him with only one choice: weaken the enemy.
Creating an opportunity, Aoyama spent a large amount of chakra to cast Wind Release: Great Breakthrough and scattered the Iwagakure troops' formation. Now, the Konoha shinobi had the advantage as they faced their opponents.
Without missing a beat, the Konoha shinobi charged forward, seizing the opportunity created by Aoyama's efforts.
Watching the scene unfold, Aoyama nodded with satisfaction, then drew his sword and prepared to meet the four Iwagakure jonin, who had regrouped and come toward him once again.
Clang, clang, clang...
The crisp sound of clashing metal rang out repeatedly.
Aoyama, holding his short sword, faced the four Iwagakure jonin alone without yielding an inch. In fact, he was faintly suppressing them.
Cold sweat dripped from the brows of the four Iwagakure jonin. They suddenly realized that Aoyama's strength seemed far beyond what they had encountered before. Had he been hiding his true power?
At first, they assumed it was either an illusion or a temporary burst of energy. But as time passed, they realized that Aoyama was indeed much stronger than in their previous encounters.
'Could he have been concealing his power all along?'
The four Iwagakure jonin exchanged glances, their eyes filled with doubt and barely hidden anxiety.
After all, they had sacrificed quite a few comrades to contain Aoyama up to this point.
If the Aoyama they had been fighting had been holding back, the consequences were beyond their imagination.
With a newfound sense of caution, their actions began to shift. Gradually, they reduced their attack frequency, focusing more on defense, as though expecting something.
Aoyama immediately picked up on the change.
With his Sharingan activated, he caught every minute change in their expressions and the fleeting worry in their eyes.
In a flash, he understood everything.
'This is my chance!'
Aoyama recognized this as a prime opportunity.
His mind flashed through his options, and he quickly devised a plan, methodically adjusting his fighting strategy.
Of the four Iwagakure jonin, only one was a true jonin; the others were only special jonin. Applying extreme pressure, Aoyama soon forced a mistake.
Clang, clang...
Aoyama swung his sword three times, blocking two kunai strikes from his opponents and pushing back another jonin with his third strike.
Then, with a swift body flicker, he appeared beside the fourth shinobi.
Whoosh...
His short sword pierced forward.
Shimazu Ma hesitated for a moment, sensing the danger. Without thinking, he took a step back to dodge Aoyama's side attack.
However, in doing so, he saved himself but left the jonin who had been pushed back exposed.
Aoyama thought to himself, "As expected!"
With a sudden surge of power, he dashed forward, adjusting his sword's angle and directing it at the Iwagakure jonin ahead of him.
Judging by how smoothly he had shifted targets, it was clear that Shimazu Ma had never been his true aim.
Indeed, from the start, Aoyama's real target had been the jonin he had forced into this vulnerable position.
By now, after prolonged combat, he had thoroughly read his opponents' fighting styles.
Relying on the Sharingan, he applied consistent pressure, eventually creating this opportunity.
Now it was time to test the outcome.
Seeing the short sword abruptly appear in his line of sight, Kawai Kimaru froze momentarily, instinctively beginning to retreat.
But it was too late.
His brief hesitation had created a fatal opening.
Ordinarily, such a small gap wouldn't mean much—but not against Aoyama.
With the precision of his Mangekyo Sharingan, even if he was only using the standard three-tomoe state, his perceptive abilities far surpassed those of an ordinary Uchiha jonin.
This, coupled with his foresight and careful planning, allowed him to capitalize on the opening effortlessly.
Phantom Sword Technique!
In an instant, Kawai Kimaru's expression grew blank, his movements stalling once more.
Though Aoyama's Phantom Sword Technique was only level 3, it was just enough to compound the Iwagakure shinobi's slip-up.
As the saying goes, a single misstep can set off a cascade of errors.
What started as a minor miscalculation had become much larger with the added effect of Aoyama's genjutsu.
"Kimaru, look out!"
Noticing the danger, the lead jonin shouted a warning, throwing a kunai in hopes of interrupting Aoyama's attack.
But having anticipated this, Aoyama tilted his sword to deflect the kunai with ease.
Seeing this, the jonin felt a wave of relief.
Though Aoyama wasn't harmed, at least his advance was halted. Kimaru's life seemed to have been spared!
But was that really the case?
Seeing the faint relief on his opponent's face, a sneer flashed in Aoyama's eyes as he shifted forward. With a slight tilt of his head, he avoided Kawai Kimaru's counterattack with a kunai.
Then, Aoyama's left hand extended, pressing against Kimaru's chest.
Pain shot through Kimaru, and as he looked down, he saw Aoyama's left hand holding a dense, light-blue chakra orb, tightly fixed against him.
Splurt!
A mouthful of blood sprayed out.
Unable to withstand the damage, Kawai Kimaru was sent flying by the chakra sphere.
That's right; a simple sword strike wasn't Aoyama's real move—the Rasengan, which required no hand seals, was his true trump card.
After days of intense training, his Rasengan had advanced from level 4 (1710/2000) to level 5 (950/5000).
The increased proficiency allowed him to wield the jutsu with greater speed and concealment.
With one strike, he had incapacitated an Iwagakure jonin.
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