socalfunplaces Chapter 56 How could I have such a thought?
Chapter 56 How could I have such a thought?
Unsurprisingly, Yan Yi passed the test her father gave her perfectly.
"Tu Dun·Tu Liubi!"
Yan Yi unleashed his last ninjutsu, blocking the incoming fireball.
boom--
Although Yan Yi had absorbed a significant amount of force and chakra from the Great Fireball Technique he unleashed, its power was still considerable. Fortunately, Yan Yi had an exceptional grasp of this Earth Release ninjutsu and managed to defend against it just as the earthen wall was about to collapse.
"Whoo~"
Yan Yi's chakra was almost exhausted, and he sat down heavily on the ground, panting heavily.
Around the training ground, a large number of clansmen were watching. Seeing the Third Young Master's outstanding performance and excellent reaction speed during actual combat practice, they all applauded to show their approval.
"Very good. If you keep this momentum, you'll probably be able to reach the elite level of the clan in a few years."
Tajima praised his son without reservation, as was his personality, as was the personality of the entire Uchiha clan.
They are generous with their praise for the strong or talented children, making them a family that admires strength but whose emotions are also very pronounced.
"The Third Young Master has always worked very hard, and I've always seen it."
He Yan walked over and handed his hand to Yan Yi, who was sitting on the ground.
Yan Yi smiled somewhat embarrassedly, stood up with He Yan's help, and waited for her father's instructions.
"Yes, Uchiha Genichi, you have passed the test and can proceed to the next stage of training."
When Tajima announced the results, the applause and cheers from the clansmen noticeably increased. Yan Yi knew that passing this test meant he had truly become a ninja.
In other words, what follows will no longer be so-called "training," but rather participation in real, actual tasks.
However, the Uchiha clan is in a relatively good position right now, so it's not really their turn to go to the battlefield as ninjas of their age. Even if they do have a mission, it will probably just be a fairly ordinary one.
This is also why Yan Yi isn't too worried.
Yan Yi often had fearful thoughts, such as, "Madara has five brothers, and I am the fifth one..." But in the original work, Madara only had Izuna left.
Could I be the brother who is going to die but has no name?
He didn't even know if he had escaped his predetermined fate. But recently he'd relaxed a little, because Itama, he was still alive!
I can change!
......
After passing the test, life became simpler. In addition to practicing basic skills and ninjutsu, I now have to learn swordsmanship as well.
Although Yan-gege is still teaching me, I have even less free time now...
It's been several days since I last visited Banjian. I wonder how he's doing? The thought of that boy has slowed his cultivation progress these past two days.
"Yan Yi, why don't you take a break? You'll wear yourself out if you keep going like this..."
Kazuhiko noticed Yan Yi's unusual behavior and assumed that he was under too much pressure, making his young brother feel suffocated.
Upon hearing He Yan's words, Yan suddenly froze, the knife he was about to use to strike the wooden stake slipping from his hand. The powerful recoil sent the knife flying and cutting a long gash across his arm...
"what..."
"Yan Yi! Are you alright?!"
He Yan was startled and quickly ran over to grab Yan Yi's arm, fumbling in his pocket for a bandage to stop the bleeding.
But Yan Yi seemed not to feel any pain. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the short knife on the ground, as if he had thought of something.
"Yan Yi?"
Seeing Yan Yi's blank stare, He Yan suddenly felt a strong pang of heartache...
Having taught this younger brother for so long, he had seen how hard Yan Yi had worked. Who wouldn't like a sensible and adorable younger brother?
However, Yan Yi really pushed himself too hard. Even He Yan couldn't help but shake his head when he saw Yan Yi's almost self-torturing cultivation.
"I'm sorry, Brother Heyan, I want to go home first today..." Yan Yi's voice was very soft, but it sounded tired.
What could He Yan say when he saw this? He was too heartbroken to care for Yan Yi, so he quickly bandaged Yan Yi's wound and then gently hugged his slightly thin body.
"Yeah, don't push yourself too hard. You've already done a great job..."
Yan Yi raised her head and smiled at He Yan.
"I'm fine, but my brother's right, I really need to rest..."
As He Yan watched Yan Yi's departing figure, he felt a strange sense of reluctance.
Actually, he had guessed that Yan Yi might have some special connection with the captured Thousand Hands boy, but he wasn't the kind of person who liked to snitch.
Even if they figured it out... as long as this Third Young Master and this younger brother Yan Yi know their place, that's fine.
He even felt that as long as that Senju brat remained locked up in the Uchiha clan's territory, it wouldn't matter much if the Third Young Master wanted to keep him as a pet.
......
Yan Yi had no idea what He Yan was thinking; his mind was completely occupied by that boy.
He had to admit that he really cared too much about him... that kind of care was strange, and he even developed a weird possessiveness.
Following this thought, Yan Yi gradually became somewhat confused... As he pondered, he even wondered what it would be like if he could keep Itama locked up here forever...
"what!"
He was startled by his own thought and quickly dismissed it from his mind.
After quickly tidying up, Yan Yi quietly headed towards the prison on the west side of the clan's territory...
After seeing the little boy with black and white hair again, Yan Yi's recent bad mood suddenly improved a lot.
"You're here, Yan Yi! I missed you so much!" The first words Ban Jian said to Yan Yi made Yan Yi's usually rational mind start to feel a little hot again.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, Itama, I've been so busy these past few days... I haven't been able to come see you."
......
It was already very late, but the candlelight was still burning in the room of the Feathered Robe Clan's chieftain.
"We're going to the Uchiha clan's territory tomorrow, so you absolutely must protect yourself! You're my only son, so you have to be extremely careful!"
Hagoromo Kuranosuke, abandoning his usual kind and gentle demeanor, looked at his son Hagoromo Takita, who was kneeling before him, with a serious and earnest expression.
Although Takita was not used to his father's seriousness, he knew that he was on a mission and could not be careless, so he nodded seriously as well.
"Okay, go ahead... go and get some rest."
"Okay, Dad..."
Takita returned to his room, and the usually mischievous boy actually showed a hint of melancholy.
He sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at the crescent moon in the night sky, muttering to himself...
"I wish it could always be like this..."
Although he seems completely unreliable and has a bad temper, usually behaving like a spoiled rich kid, he is actually very sensitive...
He sensed that his father might make a certain decision.
......
The Feathered Robe Clan doesn't have a so-called bloodline limit, or perhaps it could be considered a bloodline limit? In short, their clan has an innate, mysterious sensitivity to the power of nature.
They are adept at using natural energy, but they will not die from absorbing too much of it, because their bodies limit the extent to which they can absorb it.
They have no inherited sage techniques; all they can rely on is the natural energy mixed within their ninjutsu.
Although they have virtually no connection to the legendary immortal arts system, their clan has managed to maintain its position as the third largest family in the region thanks to their unique physical characteristics.
Takita was born with exceptional talent among the Hagoromo clan. Natural energy could protect him, and under his deliberate control, he could even temporarily erase himself from the enemy's perception.
He was the clan chief's only son, bearing the fate of the entire Feather Robe Clan on his shoulders... He didn't want, nor did he wish, that his father would make that kind of decision.
If possible, he wanted to maintain an alliance with the Uchiha clan indefinitely.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Takita gently shook his head, groped his way onto the bed, and curled up in the blankets, looking like a quiet kitten.
Who would have thought that this troublesome kid, who's always making a ruckus during the day, would be so well-behaved and quiet when he sleeps...