Naruto: Multidimensional Character Template System

Souta's figure suddenly appeared in front of Tsunade.

Swoosh!

The longsword, imbued with the wind's sharp edge, slashed toward Tsunade with incredible speed.

Souta's movements were almost too fast to follow, and Tsunade barely managed to react by raising a shuriken to block the attack.

Clang!

The shuriken shattered into pieces upon impact.

"What!?"

Tsunade's eyes widened in disbelief as she realized that the shuriken, specially crafted in the Senju clan to withstand immense force, had actually broken in one strike!

"Tsunade!"

Just as Tsunade became slightly distracted, Jiraiya's shout refocused her attention, causing Souta's figure to shift, create a graceful arc in the air, and prepare to strike Tsunade from a different angle.

"Hmm?"

Poof!

Souta's sword struck its target, but instead of hitting flesh, it struck a log, which appeared with a puff of white smoke.

The wooden log fell to the ground, but Souta didn't care. Instead, his gaze turned to the longsword in his hand that had blood trickling from its tip, pooling lightly on the ground.

With a flick of his wrist, he spun the sword and flicked off the blood from the blade in a red arc. His cold eyes then fixed on the three ninjas standing a short distance away.

At that moment, Tsunade stood between Jiraiya and Orochimaru in a daze.

Her eyes were still a little panicked, and there was a faint bloodstain on the side of her face—not large, but it was there, and she couldn't help but mutter.

"So fast..."

Souta's movements were too fast just now. Even though Tsunade used the substitution technique, she was still injured.

"Tsunade, are you okay?"

Jiraiya, standing on the side, gazed at Tsunade with a hint of concern. But Tsunade shook her head silently and did not answer.

It was just an ordinary sword wound—nothing she couldn't handle. As a skilled medical ninja, she could easily heal it herself. Moreover, with her Senju physique, such minor injuries would heal naturally in no time.

Seeing that Tsunade was indeed fine, Jiraiya let out a breath of relief, though his irritation quickly returned. He turned to Souta and shouted,

"I'm telling you, don't you listen to explanations? I already told you it wasn't us who did it!"

Souta slightly raised the longsword in his hand, and the power of the Whirlwind once again swirled around the sword in Souta's hand.

Clearly, Jiraiya's words were falling on deaf ears.

Of course, Souta hadn't truly lost it, but all his actions were measured and had many reasons behind them. One of them was to imitate Yasuo's character even more deeply and increase his synchronization rate.

[Synchronization rate: +1%]

[Synchronization rate: +1%]

The continuous prompts from the system were a clear indication that he was on the right track.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

Glancing at Jiraiya, who was still shouting angrily, Orochimaru, who had remained silent until now, muttered, "Idiot."

"Huh? Orochimaru! Even if he doesn't listen to reason, he's not an idiot, is he?"

Jiraiya thought that Orochimaru's insult was aimed at Souta on the other side.

"I'm talking about you." Orochimaru replied coldly.

"Me? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Orochimaru, you bastard, explain yourself!"

Jiraiya barked, but Orochimaru didn't seem bothered by Jiraiya's outburst at all. His serpent-like eyes remained fixed on Souta as he spoke in a calm, almost detached tone.

"Don't you see it?"

"See what?"

Jiraiya blinked and rubbed his eyes in confusion.

It was obvious he didn't understand. Orochimaru sighed faintly, but he had no intention of explaining anything to Jiraiya.

Luckily, at that point, Tsunade, who had recovered, slowly came forward and explained to Jiraiya,

"The person on the other side is taking his anger out on us."

"Huh?" Jiraiya found it a little unbelievable.

Orochimaru nodded slightly, confirming Tsunade's observation.

"Indeed. He's furious but doesn't know how to channel it. And unfortunately for us, we're the ones standing in front of him."

"So… we're just his punching bags?" Jiraiya finally grasped the situation.

The realization made him feel a bit foolish. Tsunade and Orochimaru both gave him a look that screamed, 'Seriously? You're just figuring this out?'

"Hmph! Jiraiya, be careful. It's a good opportunity to test his skills!"

After all, they were the Sannins of the Hidden Leaf Village, and they had their own arrogance and pride.

Whether it was Jiraiya, Tsunade, or Orochimaru, they were all unhappy now that they were being targeted by someone.

So without saying anything more, Jiraiya began forming hand seals.

"Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"

After Jiraiya finished his hand seal, Orochimaru finished his own hand seals almost simultaneously.

"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!"

The gust from Orochimaru's technique enhanced Jiraiya's flames, transforming the fire dragon into an even more ferocious, roaring inferno as it rushed toward Souta.

"What the hell, Orochimaru?! Are you trying to kill him?" Jiraiya shouted in alarm.

While he was irritated by Souta using them as his outlet, killing the man had never been his intention.

"Shut up," Orochimaru snapped coldly. "Just watch."

"What?"

Jiraiya turned his attention back to Souta. The young swordsman stood calmly as the blazing fire dragon pressed down on him. He merely furrowed his brow, gripped his sword tightly, and slashed through the air.

"Wind Wall."

A faint barrier of wind appeared in front of Souta, and it almost looked absurd—how could such a thin wind wall possibly stop the raging fire dragon?

But the moment the flames collided with the barrier, they vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.

"What kind of ninjutsu is that?" Jiraiya blurted out in astonishment.

Even Orochimaru's normally stoic expression shifted slightly. "To negate such a powerful combination so effortlessly... interesting."

Souta twirled his sword in his hand and once again flicked it into a graceful arc. Then, his cold gaze swept over the three ninjas, and it made the Sannin tense.

"It's coming!" Tsunade warned seriously.

Without hesitation, Souta charged toward them, and the longsword in his hand glowed faintly as the power of the wind wrapped around it and slashed at the three young ninjas.

"Face the Wind!"

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