The stadium wall was shattered with a single strike. The power of this attack… it must be at least on the level of an S-rank jutsu.
When the Third Hokage saw the devastation caused by Zenkichi's attack, his expression darkened.
"When I fought against him, he didn't seem to have such terrifying strength," he murmured. "Otherwise, we wouldn't have escaped unscathed back then."
"But at this rate, something feels off… How could his power increase so drastically in such a short period?"
Konoha's White Fang stood beside him, equally puzzled. "It doesn't make sense…"
Uchiha Fugaku wasn't intimidated by Zenkichi's overwhelming power. Instead, he seized the opportunity.
Using the Body Flicker Technique, he vanished and reappeared directly in front of Zenkichi. His sunglasses had already been discarded, revealing the spinning three-tomoe Sharingan in his eyes.
Genjutsu – Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes!
With a flash of the Sharingan, Fugaku cast a powerful illusion that locked Zenkichi's mind. Giant stakes of stone manifested, pinning his body mid-air.
"What a dull trick," Zenkichi muttered.
His body instantly turned to light, dispersing the illusion. Just then, he noticed Fugaku lunging at him with a dagger, aiming straight for his heart.
"Using genjutsu to open an opportunity for attack?" Zenkichi's expression twisted into a smirk. "It's pointless."
Fugaku had assumed that under genjutsu, Zenkichi wouldn't be able to reactivate his light-form—his moment to strike. But Zenkichi's speed in breaking free had far exceeded expectations. The illusion was undone almost instantly.
"Uchiha boy," Zenkichi said lightly. "Speed is weight."
"Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?"
Golden particles gathered on his leg. He raised it slowly—calm, focused—and then, in an instant, it struck with explosive velocity.
Fugaku was launched across the battlefield, crashing into the stadium wall. Cracks spread across the stone.
"Substitution?" Zenkichi narrowed his eyes.
Among the debris, only a splintered wooden log remained—proof that Fugaku had used the Substitution Technique at the last second.
The log, struck by light-speed force, splintered into fragments as it hit the wall.
"Impressive… To use a Substitution Technique that quickly," Zenkichi said calmly. "Uchiha brat… you're not bad." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝
(Bro's acting like he's not 16, calling fugaku a brat. Lol)
He turned his head, glancing toward a patch of ground nearby.
"You think you can escape me by hiding underground?"
A concentrated beam of golden light shot from his fingertip and struck the ground with a deafening explosion. The pressure rocked the arena.
Underground, Fugaku felt the crushing weight of collapsing earth. Desperate not to be buried alive, he leapt upward and burst out of the soil.
Zenkichi smiled and casually clicked his fingers. More golden lasers erupted from his hand, each one dodged narrowly by Fugaku.
"I've heard the Sharingan can predict an opponent's movements," Zenkichi mused. "Is that how you're dodging every one of my attacks?"
"Truly, the Uchiha clan is terrifying."
The power of the Sharingan was undeniable—Zenkichi acknowledged that much. The Uchiha bloodline had created legendary shinobi whose mastery of genjutsu and battle perception was unparalleled.
Fugaku's face twisted with anger. Zenkichi's calm remarks grated at his pride.
The Sharingan—capable of casting illusions with a glance, seeing chakra flow, copying jutsu and taijutsu, and reacting with unmatched clarity—was indeed a fearsome kekkei genkai.
But against Zenkichi's abilities… it suddenly seemed lacking.
Yes, the Sharingan was powerful. Fugaku had awakened the three-tomoe form at a young age and took pride in his heritage.
But comparing it to Zenkichi's power? It was like comparing a candle to the sun.
The blinding light alone could disrupt vision and instantly neutralize most Uchiha fighters unprepared for the brightness.
Even the sunglasses that protected the spectators now dulled the Sharingan's signature genjutsu. The instant illusion, usually triggered by eye contact, was rendered useless when no one could even see the tomoe beneath the lenses.
Without the ability to make direct eye contact, the Sharingan's strongest tool—visual genjutsu—was sealed away.
Though its insight and predictive ability remained, Zenkichi's "Glint Glint Fruit" power wasn't just about radiance.
Turning into light, becoming intangible, firing devastating lasers, immunity to most illusions… Zenkichi had counters for nearly everything.
Fugaku wasn't even sure if Zenkichi's resistance to genjutsu was because of his transformation ability or something else entirely. Either way, he had dispelled Fugaku's illusions instantly every time.
Zenkichi was like a force of nature—unstoppable, brilliant, untouchable.
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