Hidden Leaf Village Year 30, April.
The summer sun blazed, the sky like a mirror, a clear, bright blue. Outside the Kannabi Bridge base, the sunlight washed the forest in emerald green.
"I'd heard from Shin'yu that your Taijutsu was a mess, and now that I see it, it's true."
In the forest, in a relatively flat clearing, Uchiha Nen was launching a furious assault on a man with hair as black as a waterfall.
"Pay attention to your footwork. In Taijutsu, your feet are your eyes. Right now, I feel like I'm fighting a blind man."
While lecturing, Madara responded to Nen's attacks, grabbing his ankle with a backhand and twisting his waist to fling him away.
A flurry of fists, the whistling of wind, countless punches enveloped Uchiha Madara's vital points.
But no matter how swift his attacks, the other man remained as still as a mountain, not moving an inch, easily deflecting all his attacks with just one hand.
Nen was astonished. They had only exchanged a few blows, but Lord Madara seemed to have completely grasped his patterns, appearing completely at ease.
He himself knew that his moves were indeed not very good, but both his speed and strength were not something ordinary people could withstand.
But no matter how he attacked with fists and feet, like a storm, it had no effect. Madara was like a boulder rooted in the ground, unmoving.
Fists and palms collided, the air surged, and a dense, muffled sound burst out in the air!
Nen's breathing became more rapid, and wisps of heat gradually emerged from his body, slowly soaking the clan uniform on his back.
He had already activated his Mangekyo Sharingan. With his powerful dynamic vision, he finally discovered the clue.
When the two exchanged blows, Madara did not directly receive his punches, but intercepted the attacks before his fist reached him!
Moreover, it was always like this. At one point, he even had the illusion that his attacks were being predicted!
To verify his guess, he gritted his teeth and forcibly changed his move the moment he punched. His front foot stepped out, twisting his waist and spinning, his spinning elbow heading straight for the other man's chin.
Madara couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh." His outstretched right hand lifted upward, slapping the back of Uchiha Nen's head, sending him flying several meters away, staggering.
"To actually use such a foolish attack, what were you thinking?"
Nen was stunned by the slap, shaking his head before returning to normal.
"I thought Shin'yu was wild enough back then, but you're even more so." Madara frowned, seeming somewhat disgusted.
Nen chuckled embarrassedly, scratching his head.
"You think I'm praising you?" Madara's tone was slightly stern. "Shin'yu's fighting style is wild because of his powerful recovery ability. He has an Eye Technique to back him up. What do you have?"
Nen shut his mouth decisively, and began to ponder Madara's teachings in his heart.
He knew that Lord Madara had indeed intended to intercept his punch just now, but his change of move was too clumsy, giving the other man an opening.
This showed that his idea was correct. The other man could indeed predict his attacks!
"Again."
Madara beckoned to him, looking calm and composed.
Nen didn't waste any words, took a deep breath, accelerated his run-up, and kicked off the fight again with a swift flying step kick.
But Madara barely moved his feet, his body slightly to the side, raising his hand to strike the inside of his thigh, easily deflecting his momentum.
Uchiha Nen felt a chill in his heart. Before he could steady himself, Madara suddenly leaped up from the spot. His imposing figure displayed incredible agility, completing a three-stage kick in just an instant!
In Nen's scarlet Mangekyo Sharingan, a dazzling array of leg shadows was immediately reflected!
His face tightened, and he quickly raised his arms to block. A brutal kick slammed into his elbow.
"This force!"
His entire arm was jolted upwards. Before he could exclaim in surprise, he discovered that Madara had used the force to spin his body, and a whip kick was swung at his right shoulder.
With an explosion of force, he was sent flying, tumbling and crawling, his mouth full of dust.
"Your attacks are meaningless. Superfluous movements don't make a battle elegant; instead, they expose more flaws... Intent must be clear!"
Nen was not discouraged in the slightest. The moment he steadied his body, he charged up again, his feet stepping across the ground, stirring up a few fallen leaves.
The chaotic footsteps came into view, and Madara couldn't help but shake his head. With a pre-emptive sidestep, he dodged Nen's leg split, while simultaneously flicking out a palm, directly striking his lower abdomen. A powerful force suddenly reverberated!
Nen felt his stomach churning. He desperately held back from vomiting, rolling backward, staggering and struggling for a few steps, but still couldn't maintain his balance, and sat down on the ground with a thud.
Madara stared at him, his face stern, "Clear intent is for yourself. If even your opponent understands your intent, then you are doomed to die in actual combat!"
Nen exhaled to regulate his breathing, and said helplessly, "Lord Madara, my Taijutsu was taught by Grand Uncle, and Grand Uncle's Taijutsu was taught by you. Don't you know my next move like the back of your hand?"
Madara shook his head slightly, "Knowing the moves doesn't mean I can understand your thoughts. What you want to do next, from which direction you will throw a punch or kick, I can't possibly know. Teaching you moves is to let you adapt to the battle, not to be adapted by the battle!"
"Moreover, your moves are also very awkward and disjointed. You can't use a move for the sake of using a move!" Madara said earnestly, "You must remember that all moves have only one purpose, and that is to defeat the enemy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared with a "whoosh," and he pounced in front of Nen in an instant.
"So fast!"
Looking at Madara's raised palm, Nen didn't dare to be careless, and instinctively wanted to create distance.
Madara's footsteps swayed, and the Body Flicker Technique was activated at will, easily breaking through Nen's defensive center line. A deep shadow enveloped his entire being.
Nen immediately felt unprecedented pressure. This move was different from the past; he felt genuine killing intent!
With a "smack," his two hands slammed together, subconsciously wanting to use Wooden Style to protect himself.
"Is the pressure that great?"
Madara instantly understood his intention. Two steel-pincers-like palms clasped Nen's wrists, forcibly prying open his clasped hands, followed by a fierce knee strike, "bang," hitting his chest.
This time, Nen really couldn't hold back, and vomited a large mouthful of blood with a "wah." The tyrannical force sent him rolling and crawling more than ten meters away.
"Observe first, then strike. That's what I want to tell you." Madara said lightly.
...
Above the cliff, Shin'yu and Hikari were leaning shoulder to shoulder, admiring the battle below.
"Whirlwind Knee Break!" Shin'yu waved his fist and said excitedly, "That's right, that's the feeling!"
"Will there be any problems with fighting like this?"
Hikari frowned slightly, inevitably a little worried.
"Don't worry, Lord Madara knows what he's doing."
Shin'yu waved his hand dismissively, and with a gloating tone, as if thinking of something, "Besides, this is nothing. I was almost killed back then."
Kushina covered her mouth and chuckled, "You don't act like a Grand Uncle at all, do you?"
"How can one grow without training?" Shin'yu retorted righteously.
After a moment, Nen rubbed his chest and limped out of the forest. Although he looked disheveled, his eyes held an unprecedented determination.
"Again!"
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