I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

The Crescent Moon Dance he displayed not only had many flaws, but the coordination between the main body and the two shadow clones was like that of a toddler learning to speak, without any rules or method. It even interfered with each other's attack routes, completely failing to showcase the strange and agile advantages of this sword technique.

After all, copying ninjutsu is fundamentally different from swordsmanship and taijutsu.

The former only requires the matching attribute chakra, while the latter also requires the individual's physique and talent to keep up.

The current state of Ara is that his brain has given the instructions, but he is still two or three beats behind in action, let alone coordinating with his shadow clones.

Seeing this, Moonlight Gale's expression finally softened somewhat.

If the Sharingan could truly copy his prized swordsmanship and make it his own, he might as well just kill himself.

To know that he had been practicing the Konoha Style: Crescent Moon Dance, it took him three months just to get started, and three years to hone his skills to reach his current level.

No one knows how he got through those three years!

My classmates who graduated at the same time all learned cool ninjutsu, like the Great Fireball Technique, the Hidden Shadow Snake Hands, and even the summoning of a lucky cat-shaped torture chamber...

He was the only one who diligently practiced the tedious swordsmanship.

At this moment, this young man from the Uchiha clan has overcome the difficulties of the previous three months simply by relying on his bloodline limit. Such a disparity is hard for anyone to accept.

Fortunately, the Sharingan alone is far from enough to truly master the Konoha-style swordsmanship.

Moreover, given the vast collection of ninjutsu in the Uchiha clan, could this little guy really persevere for three years to hone his skills?

difficult.

The sun sets.

Moonlight Gale had already left.

As an Anbu member of Konoha and the Third Hokage's private soldier, he didn't have much time to stay here and watch a little guy practice wielding a sword.

Yes.

It was still the same mechanical way of wielding the blade.

Because Ara's chakra had been completely depleted during his morning practice of the Crescent Moon Dance, and even after taking two soldier pills for lunch, he still hadn't recovered much chakra.

However, by a twist of fate, the "Never-Ending Ninja Technique" daily mission was successfully completed.

In the past, the control of ninjutsu and ninja tools were the two things he trained the least.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight."

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."

"Ten thousand times!"

With the blade lowered, Huang, who had been working tirelessly like a machine all day, finally had time to rest.

After taking a few deep breaths, he sat down on the spot, placed his katana aside, and slowly reached his trembling right hand into his pocket. It was time to enjoy what he had gained today.

When the right hand was extended again, there were three pills in the palm that were similar in shape to soldier's rations. However, their purpose was not to fill the stomach, but to increase the quantity of this body!

The emerald green pills are low-level speed pills obtained from weighted running. After swallowing them, you feel lightheaded all over, and the fatigue from a day's training is also somewhat relieved.

Although the low-level pills provided almost no noticeable increase in speed, their effect of clearing away fatigue was still very useful.

Most importantly, weighted running is the daily routine he sticks to the most besides meditation. In a few more days, he will be able to achieve the thousand-day achievement and obtain the intermediate speed pill!

That will be the time of qualitative change!

The constitution-enhancing pills given by the blade are red, which is why he, with a bone age of eight, dared to exchange punches with Akimichi Rin.

After swallowing it, a warm feeling arises in the body, as if the power hidden deep within the body is surging out, which also further reduces physical fatigue.

Without the support of these two pills, his body might not have been able to withstand such intense training for even a week.

The last one is a blue chakra pill, which gives people a deep and peaceful feeling.

After swallowing it, the whole person feels as if they are lying in a shallow stream, letting the gentle energy wander through their body and finally penetrate into every cell.

It brings not only a little chakra energy, but also a tiny amount of the upper limit of chakra!

Logically speaking, as long as one persists in accumulating knowledge, one day Huang will also be able to be called the Tailless Beast by others.

However, although he had completed three daily tasks today, he still felt regretful.

The stage quest "Sword Mastery" has not been completed.

Regarding the mission progress, it shows that the swordsmanship mastered so far is still only the Uchiha style.

'Copying with the Sharingan alone isn't enough.'

After letting out a soft sigh, Ara gripped the blade beside him once more. With the little chakra he had just recovered, he wanted to practice one more time.

"the ninth of the ten Heavenly Stems."

As he muttered to himself, two shadow clones suddenly appeared.

at the same time.

In the heart of the Uchiha clan, inside the mansion where clan leader Uchiha Fugaku resides.

"Itachi."

A deep, resonant voice echoed through the brightly lit hall.

As he watched the boy who had walked silently through the hallway, a hint of anger crept into Fugaku Uchiha's eyes.

His son, who entered the Dark Division at the age of eleven through his own strength, should have been a source of immense pride for him!

But now he's becoming increasingly willful and self-willed!

The clan elders have been dissatisfied with this for far too long.

After a slight hesitation, Itachi Uchiha, who had stopped in front of the corridor, turned around and softly responded to the man sitting in the hall.

"Father."

But it was just a simple address, with no other words or phrases.

Why were you absent from the last gathering again?

Suppressing his anger, Fugaku Uchiha asked in a deep voice.

“I have already explained this matter, Father.”

Itachi said calmly.

"The secret service has a mission, and I have to go."

As if afraid the man in his field of vision might not remember, he added.

"Stop using the Anbu as an excuse. Remember your identity: you are Itachi of the Uchiha clan!"

Fugaku Uchiha practically roared as he spoke.

Even the orphans in the clan can recognize their own identity and call themselves Ara of the Uchiha clan! Why does his own son disappoint him time and time again, unable to see who he belongs to?

However, when he heard these words, Itachi was not moved at all; instead, a hint of disgust was hidden in his eyes.

'Uchiha, Uchiha!'

He's had enough of this family!!

'No. '

Perhaps, this family is completely beyond saving...

Chapter 13 Qualifications for Entering the Dark Division

This family is completely beyond saving!

Itachi's eyes were filled with indifference.

The last vestige of belonging was shattered by her father's words, which were bound by family tradition.

'Uchiha!'

'Uchiha!'

'He talks about Uchiha all the time!'

"To be so fixated on one's clan, valuing the reputation of the most powerful family more than the village—that's foolish, a sign of narrow-mindedness!"

"Born into Konoha, one should prioritize the greater good of Konoha!"

Of course, he couldn't say such things aloud now, but the seed of rebellion deep within him had already sprouted. Given the right opportunity, it would bloom into a blood-red flower!

Gazing at his silent son and sensing his resistance, Fugaku Uchiha's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was clenching.

This was his eldest son, whom he was once incredibly proud of!

He witnessed the Ninja War at the age of four, graduated from the Ninja Academy at the age of seven, and was promoted to Chunin as the number one at the age of ten.

But now...

Fugaku Uchiha stared at Itachi. Although there was only a door frame between them, the real distance between them felt like that between mountains and seas.

"I want to have a match with you, Huang."

After a short while, he spoke again, having made up his mind.

Upon hearing this, Itachi lowered his eyelids slightly and blurted out the excuse he had been using for almost half a year: "I've been busy with many missions for the Anbu lately, so I don't have time."

"Then let's make time!"

"Uchiha Fugaku roared."

His patience was nearing its limit, and discontent within the clan was growing. As the clan leader, he had to respond.

Continuing to protect the willful Itachi will only chill the hearts of the clan.

"Only those who win are qualified to remain in the Dark Division; this is a unanimous decision by the elders."

"If you're going to avoid a fight, then let's just withdraw. I'll talk to the Third Hokage about this."

After saying that, Fugaku Uchiha closed his eyes, regardless of Itachi's attitude, as if he wanted to rest.

In contrast, Itachi, who was standing outside the courtyard, had clenched his fists at some point, and his calm face had become somewhat ferocious.

First, he sent his close friend Shisui to monitor him, and now he wants to replace him in the Dark Division.

'Ha, what a laughable family.'