I spread darkness from Hokage

To say that Chiharu is not warlike would be an absolute lie. Regardless of his personality, being able to reach this point speaks volumes.

Just like the yellow flash Namikaze Minato, he seems to be tolerant and kind-hearted, but who dares to regard him as a real good guy.

The same is true for Chiharu. They just have a better bottom line than old bastards like Ebizo and Danzo, but they are also not easy to fight with, especially when their interest is aroused.

His eyes rolled back and forth in his sockets. Qianharu was not as unfamiliar with Zhuo Dun as others thought.

Because Ye Cang was also active on the battlefield, she had actually seen the power of Burning Escape more than once.

But compared with Ye Cang's Burning Escape, Ye Yu's Burning Escape is completely different in terms of power and external performance.

Chiharu attributes this to individual differences between people.

Just like the difference between Sharingan and Sharingan, the difference between iron sand and sand gold, the same blood inheritance limit, different people should use it differently.

"The power is good, the timing is acceptable, and it's pretty good among students of the same level, but the world of Jonin is not as simple as you think."

Qianharu nodded and affirmed Ye Yu's attack. With a flick of his fingers, the puppet beside him quickly approached, like a ghost phantom floating in the midnight night sky.

The speed of the puppet is frighteningly fast, and the distance of tens of meters can be reached in the blink of an eye.

A long knife popped out of his arm and slashed towards Ye Yu's back with a whoosh without attacking any vital points. This was Qianharu's unique way of keeping his hands.

With a grimace on his face, Ye Yu's expression suddenly became serious. The puppet's movements were too fast, and he couldn't see clearly.

For a puppet to be like this, he simply couldn't imagine how many pieces Hatake Sakumo and Namikaze Minato actually had.

The strong wind roared, which was the crisp sound made when a sharp weapon sliced ​​through the air. For a moment, Ye Yu seemed to notice something.

A flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he pressed his left hand on the short knife at his waist. He tilted his body and the blade rose up. The black mist around him was like a tentacle, pulling him around quickly.

The tentacles are shadowy, and they are like dream bubbles when they are pulled.

He may still have a long way to go before he can become a real tentacle monster that can play with magical girls at will.

But for now, this darkness is enough.

Clang!

At the critical moment, the two blades collided directly in the air.

The sound waves spread out, followed by attacks like a violent storm, with howling sounds and crashing sounds.

Sparks flew everywhere, and Ye Yu was like a candle swaying in the wind.

"damn it."

Ye Yu cursed in his heart. As far as sword skills were concerned, his attack was still too weak and too pale.

Whether it was chopping, picking, intercepting, pushing, slashing or anything else, there was a sense of disharmony in his movements, as if he had fallen into Chiharu's rhythm and all his movements were acting according to her wishes.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

He needs a chance.

Using his left arm, he used a knife to dodge the long blade in the puppet's hand. His right hand took the opportunity to throw the long knife out, like a thick arrow, shooting straight in the direction of Qianharu.

Qianchun was confused for a moment, but Ye Yu suddenly cheered up. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

The short knife was switched to his right hand, and the blade almost brushed the puppet's body. He wanted to cut off the chakra line on the puppet.

But at this moment, Chiharu, who was standing not far in front of him, suddenly turned into a pile of gravel.

Ye Yu's pupils shrank, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

"It's over!"

There was a stinging pain in his back, and Chiharu stood behind him at some point, holding a kunai in his hand and pressing the thin tip against his neck.

"How's it going? Do you realize the difference between you and the Jonin?"

Chiharu regained her gentle and generous look, leaned her face closer, winked at Ye Yu and smiled.

She looked calm, but only she knew how shocked she was inside.

She obviously planned to use only one puppet, but she didn't expect that when she failed to use one, she was blown to pieces by Ye Yu. She didn't know if this was an unexpected loss of money.

Although the puppet was her early work and has been retired from her hands for a long time, it is not something that Genin can destroy anyway.

In terms of attack power alone, Ye Yu may be able to threaten some jonin.

After all, ninjas are made of flesh and blood, and they can be killed by explosions or flames.

However, the only things that Chiharu recognized and even considered outstanding were his attack power and reaction ability.

He sighed softly and rubbed Ye Yu's head.

"You're doing well. You're eight years old now. I estimate that you will become a chuunin by this time next year at the latest. But, your sword skills..."

Chiharu grinned dryly, completely disdainful.

"Your sword skills cannot be evaluated. You have no rules and stiff movements. Furthermore, you are too greedy. As a beginner, you should throw away anything you can't control. Don't think of yourself as a genius. , two knives, you can’t control them.”

Ye Yu had a sullen face and nodded unable to refute.

Qianharu was right, his sword skills were too poor. He relied on feeling when using the sword, and there were flaws everywhere.

With his swordsmanship, let alone discovering White Fang's weaknesses, he would probably be killed with a single blow if they met him.

With a long sigh, Ye Yu turned his head and looked at Qian Chun helplessly, with an extremely serious expression.

"So Chiharu-sensei, can you teach me sword skills?"

Chiharu pinched his face and looked a little far-reaching.

"Don't call me teacher, call me sister. As for this sword skill, I have a better candidate than me..."

……

At night, the stars were hidden. In a corner of the Suna Ninja camp, Ebizo stood in front of Ye Yu with an expressionless face, unable to see the emotions or anger on his face.

"What are you looking at? Are you dissatisfied with me?"

Ebizo snorted coldly, yes, the swordsmanship teacher Qianharu found for Ye Yu was Ebizo.

Ye Yu's expression was a little embarrassed.

"Nothing, just a little unexpected. I didn't expect you..."

Ebizo glared at him sideways and interrupted Ye Yu's words.

"You didn't expect me to know how to use a sword? It's because you are ignorant. When I was playing with swords, even Hatake Sakumo, whom you have always been thinking about, was not born yet."

Chui Huo raised his finger with eyes wide open, pointed at the short knife at Ye Yu's waist and continued:

"Hand over the knife in your hand and show me."

Then, Ebizo carefully looked at the short sword in his hand and showed an unknown smile.

"So it's it. You're really brave. I don't even dare to take over this thing. How dare you take it over? Aren't you afraid that your old age will be unknown?"

Ye Yu shook his head.

"Of course not. I believe in myself more than mythical rumors. Besides, isn't Monzaemon-sama okay? I think this fake evil god is also a bully and afraid of the strong. He is not much stronger."