Naruto: The Ninja World's Life Buyer

Chapter 55 The Unmasterable Secret Technique

Sosuke poured Fugaku another cup of tea.

"Yes, Lord Fugaku. I don't have a bloodline limit, and my chakra reserves are average. If I want to become stronger, I can only rely on external means."

Very honest.

Fugaku did not refute this.

He pulled a deep red scroll from his wide sleeve.

"What the sorcerer gave you was just an introductory guide."

Fugaku pushed the scroll across the table and slid it in front of Sosuke.

"This is a technique passed down within the Uchiha clan—'The Third Sword'."

"Three swords?"

"The pinnacle of shurikenjutsu lies within this."

Fugaku's voice was deep, carrying an innate confidence.

"Ordinary ninjas can't train like this. It requires extremely high spatial calculation ability, as well as... the dynamic vision of the Sharingan."

Fugaku looked into Sousuke's ordinary black eyes.

"However, I think your reaction speed is pretty good. Perhaps you can grasp some of it."

Zongsuke was shocked.

How could Fugaku have figured it out in just one glance?

This observational ability is no less than that of Minato Namikaze!

"Don't be surprised, my eyes can see through many things. It's a basic skill."

Fugaku seemed to have heard his question.

"Try practicing. Just learning even one technique will be enough to save your life against a Jonin."

Sosuke took the scroll.

This is a great gift.

This technique is the core secret of the Uchiha clan.

"What do I need to do?" Sosuke asked.

There is no free lunch in the world.

"Not at the moment."

Fugaku picked up his fork again and ate the last piece of yokan.

"Maybe it will happen in the future."

His gaze drifted out the window.

There, several Uchiha children were chasing and playing in the street.

"Sosuke. I can tell you're no ordinary businessman."

Fugaku's voice became very soft.

"What if one day, the conflict between the Uchiha clan and the village becomes irreconcilable..."

"I hope you can help me..."

Zongsuke's heart was shocked.

Fugaku was not entirely unaware of this.

As the clan leader, he keenly sensed the ever-approaching suffocating feeling. He was searching for a way out.

Moreover, what he said was quite interesting.

Can you help me? What kind of help do I need?

"I'm a businessman." Sosuke rolled up his scroll. "I may not be able to help much, but I can do what I can."

That's enough.

Fugaku stood up.

"Businessmen are actually the cleanest people in this village."

Fugaku is gone.

His back view was heavy and unfathomable.

Sosuke put away the scroll.

Once he accepted the scroll, he was completely branded with the image of the round fan.

But he had no choice.

He had already chosen his side.

The next morning.

Waste treatment plant.

Genzo looked at the scroll in Sousuke's hand with a complicated expression.

""Three swords"..."

"I never expected the Uchiha would give you this secret technique."

"Have you met him before?" Sosuke asked.

"I've seen it."

Yuanzao took a swig of wine.

"I once carried out a mission where the team leader was an Uchiha."

"He activated the double tomoe."

"Using the Sharingan's dynamic vision, he could see every facet of the surrounding environment while the shuriken was flying at high speed, and instantly calculate the point of impact and the angle of flight."

"Using this move, he single-handedly killed a squad of Iwa ninja in the jungle."

"Those shuriken are like ghosts with eyes."

"You think you're safe hiding behind a tree? It'll hit a rock, go around the trunk, and pierce the back of your head."

"The Third Sword, when combined with the Sharingan, can even create genjutsu effects with the shuriken."

The original text is in a serious tone.

"Kid, that's a dangerous move."

"Not just against the enemy. The same goes for you."

"The Fuma Shuriken is too heavy. Using the techniques of the Sanotachi to wield the Fuma Shuriken, the tension on the steel wire is three times that of usual."

"If you lose control even slightly, you'll cut off your own hand first."

"Don't use the Fuma Shuriken. Use the regular one first."

"If you can't even control a regular shuriken, using this big thing is suicide."

……

It was evening.

Red Fan Street. Sweet Spot.

There weren't many customers left in the store.

Sosuke sat behind the counter, holding two glass marbles in his hand.

The marbles are spinning. They each draw two different circles, their trajectories intersecting yet not interfering with each other.

Snapped.

The two marbles collided and bounced apart.

That's because the trajectories deviated and intersected.

"It's really difficult," Sousuke sighed.

As expected, he failed in his first attempt to use the Third Sword today.

Even practicing with a regular shuriken, he spent an entire day without success.

Yuanzao specially designed a marble-spinning practice method for him.

This is an extremely delicate finger control technique.

By making the marbles rotate along different circular trajectories, he can probably begin to use the third dagger when he can guarantee that the two marbles will not collide.

Sosuke was about to continue spinning the marbles.

The wind chimes rang.

A person walked in.

He was wearing a dark blue turtleneck casual suit with a fan-shaped family crest printed on the back.

His hair was gray-white—a rarity among the Uchiha clan. His eyes were long and sharp, with slightly upturned corners, exuding a stern and authoritative aura.

The Eighth Hokage of the Uchiha clan.

He was a key member of the security force and also Fugaku Uchiha's right-hand man.

At this time, he looked to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, the peak of his ninja career.

He was a well-known radical representative within the clan, and his chakra fluctuations were calm and suppressed.

"Welcome, Lord Yashiro."

Sosuke put away the marbles and stood up.

The Uchiha clan members in the shop immediately stopped talking and nodded respectfully to him.

The eighth generation nodded slightly.

He found a seat by the window, which offered the best view.

"A serving of yokan (sweet bean jelly), and a cup of strong tea."

"Okay, just a moment."

Sosuke personally went to the kitchen and brought out the food.

The yokan (sweet bean jelly) was cut into neat squares, and the tea was steaming hot.

Yashiro ate slowly.

Sosuke waited to the side with a teapot in his hand.

"Lord Yashiro, how's the taste?"

Yashiro raised his head and glanced at Sousuke.

"The sugar is good."

"It's a matter of course," said Yashiro casually.

"You did a great job with the supplies department last time."

"It was Captain Souji's bravery." Sosuke poured him tea. "I didn't contribute anything."

"No need to be overly modest."

The eighth generation put down the fork.

"Chief Fugaku gave you the Third Sword."

This is not a question.

As a high-ranking member of the clan, he couldn't hide this from anyone.

"Yes. But I'm still figuring it out."

Sosuke stretched out his hand, a new scratch on his fingertip.

"It's difficult."

Yashiro glanced at the wound, a slight smile curving his lips.

That's the sense of superiority of the strong.

"Of course it's difficult. That's a secret technique of the Uchiha clan. Without the Sharingan, you can't see the 'death line'."

"Deadline?"

"Yes, the deadline."

Yatsushiro put down his teacup, his eyes sharp.

"When an ordinary person throws a shuriken, they look at the point, that is, the current location of the target."

"The slightly more advanced ones look at lines. They predict the target's movement trajectory."

"But the Uchiha with the Sharingan sees the death line."

He pointed to his eyes.

Although the Sharingan was not activated, the oppressive feeling brought by that eye power was still there.

"When we throw the first shuriken, the enemy's dodge route, the direction of their muscle exertion, and the angle of their center of gravity shift are all clearly visible in the Sharingan."

"We will see several possible future trajectories."

"That was his way of survival."

"The second shuriken is not meant to kill him, but to cut off several of his paths."

"Forcing him to take the last option."

"The last option is the dead end."

"The third shuriken will be waiting for him on this line in advance."

"He wasn't killed; he ran into it himself."

This is the core logic of "The Third Sword".

It wasn't a hunt, it was captivity.

Drive the enemy into the slaughterhouse like sheep.

Sosuke fell silent.

This logic is perfect.

The only drawback is that the hardware requirements are too high.

Without the Sharingan's dynamic capture and prediction abilities, how can you determine which path is a dead end?

"Don't you think it's impossible?"

Yashiro looked at Sousuke.

"For outsiders, mastering the third tachi is indeed impossible."

"But the 'multiple ballistic deflection' technique recorded in the scroll will help you control the shuriken."

"Even if you can't master the true Third Sword, being able to master the 'Second Sword' is something to be proud of. That's already a shurikenjutsu that can threaten Jonin."

Sosuke bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your guidance."

Yatsushiro waved his hand.

"I just don't want to see what Fugaku gave away being used as a gimmick."

"Even if an outsider uses the Uchiha's secret techniques, the Uchiha must not be disgraced."

That's arrogance.

But this is also the hint that Sousuke needs most.