Take a look at the blind Uchiha

"What's wrong, what's wrong? Don't you have any strength now? If you want to fight against Senju, you can't do it at this level."

Uchiha Kenji's posture was casual, and he glanced down at his opponent who fell on the ground. He bent down and hooked a kunai ring on the ground with his fingers. It didn't take much effort to get the sharp kunai in his palm. He turned around flexibly, his expression looking particularly helpless——

"Seriously, if you only have this level, there is no need for you to insist on choosing opponents of the same age for me, and for sparring with each other, at least you have to treat each other as real enemies to respect it, right? What you are doing now What do you plan to do? Humiliate me?"

Hearing this, the baby-faced girl whose right leg was broken by Uchiha Kenji and huddled on the ground in pain finally couldn't help but shed tears - she was the one who was obviously being humiliated, right?After all, she didn't want to come at all!Why didn't those in charge of fighting in the clan come in person instead of letting her test it out?

Just as she was thinking this, Uchiha Kenji suddenly squatted down, tilted his head, and met her eyes expressionlessly, "You don't want to say anything [I am not the clan member responsible for fighting, fighting It’s not my responsibility in the first place, you’re just bullying the weak now, right?”

The girl looked at the medical ninja who came over with a stretcher, gritted her teeth and sat up, "Isn't it like that! Everyone's responsibilities have been determined from the moment they were born, and fighting is not what I should do at all! I I just had to come because of the wishes of someone higher than me!"

Uchiha Kenji, who originally planned to stand up and mock again, was so shocked that he stood up straight and crossed his arms. He lowered his head and stared at the girl with a particularly pitiful expression, "What do you mean by this? Are you a ninja? What is a ninja?" A ninja is a knife used to kill, a tool used to do dirty things, or a shield used to hold on. As long as you pick up a weapon, you must fight, and you can only fight...

But what do you mean?Is fighting not your thing?I really don't understand whether you want to humiliate me or belittle yourself. If you don't want to be a ninja, then don't be a ninja and do what you want to do. "

The girl stopped crying and her expression became confused, "What do I want... to do?"

Uchiha Kenji stared at the pendant worn by the girl on her left chest, and after a moment his face became expressionless, "I am really stupid to argue with you guys who have been completely tamed..."

"What did you say?!"

"Isn't it?" Uchiha Kenji tilted his head again, staring at the girl who had been stretchered on the stage, and the medical ninja who was glaring at him, "You are proud of being divided into levels for nothing... This is not Is it a manifestation of being tamed? People's value is created by themselves, rather than being labeled and evaluated by others.

I just said that the essence of a ninja is a weapon, a tool, a shield...and these items cannot tolerate any weakness - look at your appearance now, I just broke your leg, and you already want it Withdraw.

Are you expecting that after Hagoromo goes to war with the Senju in the future, the Senju clan will show varying degrees of mercy according to your divided status?Stop daydreaming! "

Uchiha Kenji raised his voice, and there was even an unconscious anger in his words, "Remember! You want to step on the Senju to return to a high position! They just have honest and honest faces, but they are ruthless in their bones. He will definitely not be inferior to other ninjas!

Expecting them to be merciful to you is no different than expecting the executioner to feel compassion for the souls killed by his sword!No enemy will pity you just because you are weak!

I can understand your desire to test foreigners and retain your own strength, but please be more serious!This is not a simple competition, this is our Uchiha's inspection of you!If you want to form an alliance with us, at least let us see if you have enough power to deal with Thousand Hands!Then I really don’t know whether we Uchiha are here to form an alliance for mutual benefit or are kind-hearted and unilaterally helping the poor! "

The chakra-enhanced voice was transmitted to the stands without any hindrance. Uchiha Masaki, who stood behind Ling as a guard for the sake of the competition, unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and unconsciously touched the hand that was hanging by his side. On the hilt of the knife - [Kenji, can you explain this kind of thing clearly?Even if you have no intention of forming an alliance in the first place, don’t tear off the opponent’s fig leaf without authorization and issue provocations to the opponent’s entire clan to make subsequent processing more difficult...]

Ling Ye, who had been sitting in the main seat, sighed softly, turned his head in the direction of Hagoromo Gaibai and lowered his head slightly, "I'm really sorry, my people are all eager-tempered, and I apologize to you for his inappropriate remarks...

But one thing Kenji said is right. In a hostile situation, even if you cannot have the power to kill the enemy, you must at least have the ability to escape or please the enemy. If you can't do anything, you are really qualified to be killed. Called an enemy - no, should we say that such a being is really qualified to be treated at the same level?

Please also take this competition more seriously. We Uchiha yearn for the strong, fear the strong, and are willing to pursue the strong - but only the strong.

Of course, if you don't know what level of opponents you should send, I can ask my companions to conduct a confrontation match first to demonstrate, so that the nobles can learn from it. "

Hagoromo Kaishiro's attitude calmed down at this time, and he chuckled, "No wonder Uchiha would send a young boy like you to lead the foreign teachers. What you say is indeed interesting..."

Ling heard the words and pondered for a moment, then chuckled lightly, pretending not to hear the threat in the other party's words, "Thank you for your praise, what do you mean...?"

Hagoromo Kaishiro's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his expression made it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry. He only tilted his head slightly and ordered to the tribesmen behind him, "Since the guests are all impatient, let's speed up the process...arrange a few suitable people to come. .”