Although Nawaki defeated Yagyū Musashi, Natsuki stole the spotlight.
But he did not mind.
After all, his Water Breathing had indeed been taught to him by Natsuki.
"How did I do?"
As soon as Nawaki left the field, he quickly looked at Tsunade and the others.
"Excellent."
Natsuki praised him.
"Much stronger than ."
Minato said honestly.
Because he had been in the sa class as Natsuki before, he had regarded Natsuki as his greatest opponent.
But after this battle, he also realized that Nawaki's strength could not be underestimated either.
However, compared to the gap between him and Natsuki growing wider and wider, he was confident he could catch up to Nawaki.
"You won because of the Water Breathing Natsuki taught you and the Greatsword, Sahada, he gave you."
Tsunade said with a serious expression, "Don't beco proud because of a single victory."
"I know!"
Nawaki replied, but judging from the smile on his face, he clearly had not taken it to heart.
Tsunade understood his personality too, so she shook her head and said nothing more.
"Minato, you're up next. Don't lose!"
Nawaki clenched his fist and cheered him on.
"Mm."
Minato had always been unaffected by pressure.
He walked into the field with a calm expression.
"My na is Namikaze Minato. I don't know swordsmanship, only ninjutsu."
Minato introduced himself and said, "My strength is also around Chunin level."
"I'll do it!"
Suddenly, voices rang out one after another.
Minato froze slightly.
Was he being treated like an easy target?
Actually, their reaction could not be blad.
Because Mifune-style swordsmanship focused on one word, speed.
When ordinary ninja faced them, they could not react at all and would be defeated instantly.
"Miyamoto Jirō, you go."
Mifune raised his hand and stopped their clamor.
A boy who looked seventeen or eighteen walked out.
He was Miyamoto Jirō.
"Perform well."
Mifune reminded him.
There were only three matches in this exchange. Nonō was a dical ninja, so she would not participate.
Of the three matches, they had already lost one. If they lost another, how would the Land of Iron preserve its reputation?
Moreover, the samurai sent by the Land of Iron were already much older than Natsuki and the others.
If they bullied the young with age and still lost, it would be even more embarrassing.
But if they sent people of the sa age, they would definitely lose.
Because under normal circumstances, an eight or nine-year-old child would not even have graduated from the Ninja Academy, let alone reached Chunin level.
Mifune still had confidence in Miyamoto Jirō.
Speed was his greatest advantage.
Especially before reaching Jonin level.
Unless Minato, like Nawaki, possessed the advantage of swordsmanship and a ninja sword.
"Please."
Miyamoto Jirō took out a katana.
Minato nodded.
Just as he was about to move, a flash of blade light appeared in his vision.
Swordsmanship, Iai Slash!
Like Yagyū Musashi, Miyamoto Jirō moved like thunder. With one step, his blade had already arrived before Minato.
Mifune could not help nodding.
Miyamoto Jirō's Swordsmanship, Iai Slash, was extrely perfect, without any mistakes.
With such speed, only a small number of elite Chunin, Tokubetsu Jonin, or Jonin could react.
But in the next second, a clang made both Mifune and Miyamoto Jirō's expressions freeze.
At the critical mont, Minato blocked Miyamoto Jirō's blade with a kunai.
At the sa ti, he retreated and threw six kunai.
Although Miyamoto Jirō was shocked, his movents were not slow.
Clang, clang, clang rang out in succession.
He used his katana to knock all six kunai away.
Wind Release: Vacuum Sphere!
Minato ford hand seals while pulling back.
By the ti he stopped, countless wind bullets were already attacking Miyamoto Jirō.
Mifune-Style First Tachi: Blaze!
Miyamoto Jirō gripped his katana tightly, chakra surged out, and then he swung his blade.
In an instant, a visible sword aura cut all the incoming wind bullets in half.
Miyamoto Jirō took a deep breath, accelerated again, and charged at Minato.
Before he arrived, his sword arrived first.
The speed was also astonishingly fast.
But Minato's body flickered, and he dodged his katana.
"How is that possible?"
Miyamoto Jirō confird that Minato blocking his Swordsmanship earlier had not been a coincidence.
This eight or nine-year-old child possessed reaction speed far beyond ordinary people.
Mifune also noticed this and fell silent.
In the end, he had underestimated them.
Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique!
Minato ford hand seals with both hands and threw a shuriken.
In an instant, countless shuriken covered Miyamoto Jirō.
Miyamoto Jirō widened his eyes, his wrist trembling as he swung his katana rapidly and knocked the shuriken away one after another.
Minato calmly ford hand seals again.
Wind Release: Gale Palm!
A gust of wind wrapped around him. His speed suddenly increased as he rushed toward Miyamoto Jirō.
Miyamoto Jirō noticed him and quickly slashed at him.
But Minato still dodged it.
And with that brief delay, the shuriken landed on his body.
Seeing this, Mifune quickly stepped forward, grabbed Miyamoto Jirō, and retreated.
Minato imdiately stopped.
"You won, Minato."
Mifune praised him, "If you were a samurai of the Land of Iron, I would definitely make you my successor."
If such astonishing reaction speed were used in swordsmanship, it would create a swordmaster no less talented than him.
"Thank you."
Minato left the field calmly.
"As expected of the student Jiraiya-sama chose!"
Nawaki raised a thumb and said.
If he did not have Water Breathing and the Greatsword, Sahada, he would not have been confident in defeating Minato.
"His strength wasn't weaker than mine. My victory was rather fortunate."
Minato smiled and said.
"Why does the way you speak sound exactly like Natsuki?"
Nawaki's mouth twitched as he said, "Natsuki also likes saying things like fortunate and luck."
Minato imdiately fell silent.
He had heard those kinds of words far more often than Nawaki.
After all, every ti there was an exam, he would lose to Natsuki.
Over ti, he had also been influenced by Natsuki.
At this mont, Mifune and the others once again fell into a deathly silence.
Of the three exchange matches, they had already lost two. If they lost all of them, it would no longer be a matter of preserving face.
And they could also tell that Natsuki was probably stronger than Nawaki and Minato.
Especially since he had even created his own swordsmanship style.
The samurai of the Land of Iron were famous for their swordsmanship to begin with. If they could not compare to Natsuki in swordsmanship, then their reputation over all these years would beco a stepping stone for him.
"Who do you want to challenge?"
Mifune asked slowly.
"You."
Natsuki said in a calm tone.
"What are you saying?"
"You really don't know your place!"
"A little brat actually dares to be this arrogant?"
"Mifune-sama has defeated quite a few Jonin!"
The mont Natsuki said this, the other samurai began scolding him one after another.
"Silence!"
Mifune glared at them, then turned to Natsuki and said, "I accept your challenge."
Since Natsuki dared to challenge him, it ant he truly believed he had a chance of winning.
In addition, this was the final match of the exchange. The Land of Iron could not lose again.
(To be continued.)
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