Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

Patriarch's Mansion.

Wearing a white shirt, Zhao Yue was sweating profusely in the empty training ground, not daring to stop for a moment.

He held up the knife and continued to perform basic movements such as swinging, cutting, chopping, and chopping.

After one set, another set comes up, seemingly repeating the same set of moves endlessly.

But if you look carefully, you can see that he is not practicing blindly.

As the movements progressed, he exhaled and inhaled as his chest rose and fell, and his heart beat vigorously, driving the blood throughout his body to flow.

This cycle is very rhythmic and seems to follow a certain rhythm. As for the effectiveness.

Shangshang Zhaoyue has been practicing for several hours without stopping, but he doesn't show signs of fatigue.

And all of this started when Uchiha Madara scolded him and picked out a lot of problems since the last actual battle.

Regarding this matter, Kamishiro Akizuki always felt that before he encountered actual combat, he was so perfect that Uchiha Madara couldn't find any obvious problems.

Now that he had finally caught the opportunity, he poured out his words like beans.

Regardless of whether those are true or not, practicing more has become a fact.

Even, to supervise and guide him.

While he was immersed in practice, Uchiha Madara actually moved a table and sat under the eaves.

The table in front of him is filled with documents, and he is correcting them. He also uses his excellent perception to take into account Shangshan Zhaoyue's practice, and he will not hesitate to point out any flaws.

for example……

Shangshang Zhaoyue was about to move her steps and strike again when a familiar voice came to her ears, almost like a demonic whisper, haunting.

"Breathe a little faster, adjust and start again!"

Shangshang Zhaoyue immediately tightened the hilt of the sword, as if she wanted to say something to quibble, but finally replied listlessly: "Yes~"

Just like practicing ancient martial arts, Uchiha Madara taught him how to keep the chakra flowing while breathing.

At first it was just simply inhaling and exhaling, then running, then various exercises, and now it has evolved into sword practice.

Repeat the basic moves 500 times, and your breathing must not be messy, but must be in time. Once you fail, you have to overthrow everything and start over.

The root of all this is because Shangshan Zhaoyue has learned to quickly extract, transform and release ninjutsu, thereby doubling the power of ninjutsu.

However, the performance of this technique in actual combat is not outstanding, or even almost non-existent.

Especially when encountering extremely specialized taijutsu-type ninjas like Corpse Bone Pulse, the opponent would often take advantage of Shangshang Zhaoyue before he could recover.

In Uchiha Madara's words, facing an opponent of the same level as himself, he still couldn't resolve the battle within a few rounds?

Shangshang Zhaoyue wanted to retaliate on the spot and said: I didn't see you so crazy when you were fighting with Senju Hashirama!

However, he considered himself a person who cherished his life, and he really did not dare to commit suicide like this, so he had to swallow his anger and silently accept the oppression.

In short, the meaning of this training is to keep the chakra in his body flowing at all times, so that he can use it at any time.

If this can be done, not only will the power of Ninjutsu be increased, but the consumption caused by releasing Ninjutsu can also be kept to a minimum.

This does not lose the meaning of training.

As for Uchiha Asame...she was brought to the battlefield by the great elder, and her performance was the worst in the sudden encounter.

So, she took the initiative to go to the battlefield to experience it and didn't let anyone follow her. The elder who was controlled by her granddaughter was still worried and followed her secretly.

While practicing, Shangshang Zhaoyue suddenly thought of something.

"Teacher, can I go get a sword this afternoon?" Shangshang Zhaoyue asked solicitously while keeping her breathing steady to prevent another five hundred sets of basic sword moves.

"Now that it's forged, go get it." He finally raised his head, no longer performing the high-end skills of identifying positions by listening to sounds, and looked at the iron in Zhaoyue's hand, and nodded with satisfaction, "The weight just happens to be right.

Triple it.”

One sentence made Shangshan Zhaoyue feel unhappy all over.

His arm was a little stiff now, and when he thought about having to replace it with a knife that tripled in weight later, he felt depressed, and the joy of getting the new weapon disappeared invisibly.

Finally, when the sun was about to set, Shangshang Zhaoyue finally completed the challenge. He successfully practiced a full five hundred sets of basic sword moves while maintaining the flow of chakra.

I don’t know how many swords I have swung and how many steps I have taken during this period. Now that I have stopped, I feel even more exhausted physically and mentally.

He walked towards the market and rushed towards the blacksmith shop. His weak appearance looked like he had overindulged in sexual activities, which made passers-by lament that the world was deteriorating and people's hearts were not as old as before. He came out to engage in such a serious profession at such a young age.

It is not surprising that there is such a profession. The custom industry has been popular in all eras. Even in a certain modern island country, this industry chain is legal and sound, truly realizing a one-stop service of forcing girls into prostitution.

When Shang Zhaoyue arrived at the door of the blacksmith shop, the boss had been waiting for a long time. He immediately ordered his apprentice to go into the house and get the sword made for Shang Zhaoyue, and also gave it a beautiful box.

Shangyue Zhaoyue grasped the scabbard handed over by the boss and slowly pulled the sword out. The clear sound of the sword flashed away. The whole body of the sword showed a cherry red luster and was slightly curved. It looked like a beautiful snake.

letter.

Extremely gorgeous, but as deadly as fangs.

The owner of the blacksmith shop took out a thick iron ingot, put the blade on it and pressed it gently, and it was inserted easily, which showed how sharp it was.

In addition, near the handle of the knife, there is also an inscription on it: Thousand wings of young feathers are scattered.

Uchiha Madara said that this was to encourage him to become a strong man as soon as possible, so the sword was named Senba Kiri, which means to cut off a thousand baby bird feathers.

As for why the blade of the sword is cherry red, that's because Uchiha Madara specially found blood essence ore, which is said to be the same color as his hair. He picked it up during his early explorations, and it happened to be the material for forging the sword.

So the Uchiha clan, who say what they say but mean what they mean, are still very cute sometimes.

As for Uchiha Madara's own weapon, it is naturally the symbol of the clan leader, the Uchiha Homura Fan.

It was once a branch left by the sacred tree. It has the ability to absorb all chakra attacks and turn them into wind release ninjutsu to rebound. It is undeniable that it is a divine weapon.

After getting the Chihanakiri, Shangshan Aki couldn't wait to find an opponent to test the sword with, but Uchiha Asaie had already gone out, so at this time he thought of another person.

A person who shares the same sorrow.

In the courtyard, Uchiha Yosuke was being drilled severely by the fourth elder. The sudden knock on the door made them all stunned.

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other, as if asking: Are they looking for you?

In the end, Uchiha Yosuke stepped forward and opened the door, and then he saw his unexpected visitor.

"Zhaoyue?" He was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I just got a new sword, and I wanted to find someone to try it on, but my senior sister was not here, so I thought of you." Shangyue Zhaoyue did not hide anything, and showed the Chiba Kiri in the scabbard.

"But don't we still have to compete?" Uchiha Yosuke was a little hesitant. He thought Shangshan Aoyuki didn't want to compete anymore.

The competition between the two of them has long been rumored. Although he and Fourth Elder Ba had to compete, it was not that he gave up, but that once he lost, the result would be unbearable.

"It's okay, I told the teacher, and he said I can handle it as I wish," Uchiha Yosuke heard this and his eyes widened immediately.

Then he heard Shang Shang Zhaoyue continue, "The competition will continue in a few days, but it will only be a competition between the two of us and will not involve the interests of other people."

"But..." Uchiha Yosuke was still hesitant. Even if the clan leader favored Akatsuki and was willing to settle the matter, other interest groups in the clan would not agree. They would like the fourth elder to collapse so that they can get an extra piece of cake.

"Isn't there still the Kaguya clan?" Shangshan Zhaoyue didn't care, as if she had already learned these routines by heart.

What he means is, aren't the Kaguya clan ready-made scapegoats?

What kind of trouble is it? Just throw it on their heads. As long as Uchiha Madara agrees, what article can't be done?

At that time, no matter how dissatisfied other interest groups are, they will have no choice but to shut up, otherwise they will be disobeying the patriarch's order.

Uchiha Yosuke suddenly realized that when he looked at the half-grown boy in front of him, he was already talking about how to use power, and the seeds of fear were deeply planted in his heart.

He is most afraid of this kind of person. If he is sold one day, he will probably still be counting the money for him.

But at the same time, he was a little lucky. Fortunately, he had already established a good relationship with the other party. If he really couldn't accept his fate as a pawn, it was not unacceptable to him.

Uchiha Yosuke, capitalized from the heart!