Taking two steps back, Seimei gazed coldly at the three Mist Shinobi Elite Jonin forming a triangular formation to surround him.

The clash of blades and chaotic battle sounds echoed in the background.

Seimei and the trio remained locked in a tense standoff, neither side making the first move.

Suddenly, a breeze swept through, lifting Seimei's bangs and briefly obscuring his vision.

In that fleeting moment, the three Mist Shinobi struck simultaneously.

One threw several shuriken aimed at his throat, heart, and abdomen, blocking his escape routes.

Another lunged forward, wielding dual short blades, attempting a close-range assault.

The third rapidly formed hand seals, preparing to unleash a jutsu.

Seimei's Sharingan spun rapidly, capturing every movement of the trio in detail. He reacted instantly.

First, he countered the incoming shuriken by throwing an equal number of his own, deflecting the attack with precision.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The shuriken collided mid-air and scattered harmlessly.

Next, Seimei leapt backward, evading the dual-bladed assault.

However, the blade-wielding shinobi was relentless, immediately closing the gap to continue his onslaught.

Seimei's eyes glinted.

In the next moment, he activated Earth Style: Hardening Technique.

A faint glow enveloped his body, making his already pale skin appear jade-like, as though he were a marble statue.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The dual blades struck Seimei's body but failed to leave a scratch. His clothes, however, were torn in several places.

Glancing briefly at the damage to his attire, Seimei dismissed it and focused on the third Mist Shinobi.

Truthfully, with his speed and reflexes, he could have avoided every attack. Yet, he deliberately chose to endure them, confident in his Hardening Technique. More importantly, he was preparing to counter the jutsu from the third shinobi.

By now, the third Mist Shinobi had completed his hand seals and unleashed a Water Style jutsu that Seimei recognized—a barrage of water blades.

This time, however, the number of water blades was far greater than before.

In an instant, a hundred razor-sharp water blades surged toward Seimei like a relentless storm.

The Sharingan in Seimei's eyes spun furiously. At the same moment the water blades formed, he raised his hands and performed his own jutsu—Water Style: Water Wall.

Mastered to perfection, Seimei executed the jutsu with extraordinary speed.

Whoosh! A towering wall of water rose before him, intercepting the incoming blades.

The water blades struck the barrier, creating whirlpools on its surface but failing to penetrate.

The stalemate lasted several seconds before both the water blades and the wall dissipated.

Yet before Seimei could lower his guard, the dual-bladed shinobi charged again, accompanied by a volley of kunai from the first Mist Shinobi.

Meanwhile, the third Mist Shinobi, intent on exploiting an opening, began forming hand seals for another jutsu.

Their coordination was clear—one engaged Seimei in close combat, another harassed him with ranged attacks, while the third prepared a finishing move.

It was a well-executed strategy, but the trio underestimated Seimei's strength.

Had they been true Jonin, Seimei might have shown more caution. But against these elites?

There was no need.

With that thought, Seimei drew the long sword at his waist.

A brilliant blue light enveloped him as he activated his signature technique—Instant Sword Style.

His speed surged. Seimei dodged the kunai and closed the distance to the dual-bladed shinobi in an instant.

Clang! Clang! His sword clashed with the dual blades.

In a blur of motion, Seimei sidestepped another incoming kunai and reappeared at the shinobi's flank.

Slash! His blade sliced through the air.

Unable to execute Wind Style: Vacuum Blade in time, Seimei infused his sword with Wind Chakra, amplifying its sharpness.

Clang! The dual-bladed shinobi reacted quickly, crossing his blades to block.

Even so, the Wind Chakra caused stinging cuts on his face.

Seimei focused his gaze, his Sharingan locking onto the shinobi's eyes.

A surge of mental energy flowed through his line of sight, attempting to cast a hypnotic genjutsu.

Sensing the danger, the shinobi retreated hastily, narrowly avoiding capture.

"Missed," Seimei muttered, stepping forward to pursue.

Clang! Clang! The relentless sound of steel echoed as Seimei overpowered his opponent.

Despite assistance from the other two shinobi, Seimei maintained his relentless focus on the dual-bladed Mist Shinobi, who began making frequent mistakes under pressure.

Realizing the dire situation, the ranged attacker abandoned his position to engage Seimei in close combat.

It was futile.

Even against two opponents, Seimei fought effortlessly, his swordplay masterful and precise.

At one point, his Sharingan caught the second shinobi off guard, momentarily stunning him.

"Watch out!" shouted the dual-bladed shinobi, lunging forward to intervene.

But he was unaware—Seimei's true target was him.

Closing the gap in an instant, Seimei deflected the dual blades with his sword and thrust his left hand forward.

A faint blue sphere of chakra formed silently in his palm.

It was none other than the A-rank, seal-less jutsu—Rasengan.

Mastered to its peak, the Rasengan's concealment was flawless.

By the time the dual-bladed shinobi noticed, it was too late.

Boom! Seimei slammed the Rasengan into his abdomen, sending him flying.

Splurt! The shinobi coughed up a mouthful of blood mid-air, his weapons clattering to the ground.

"Junwu!" the third shinobi shouted in alarm.

Rushing to attack, he thrust his kunai at Seimei's throat.

But Seimei's reflexes, enhanced by his Sharingan, allowed him to evade easily.

Not only that, but he retaliated with a swift slash, targeting the attacker's neck.

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