"Weakness."
Anma Sansai gritted her teeth. This was the perennial curse of her clan's bloodline limit.
Despite its immense power, the Anma's kekkei genkai was relegated to second-tier status due to its flaws—and the rarity of its awakening.
In her generation, only three clansmen had awakened it, including herself. None of the younger children had managed it yet.
Meanwhile, other clans boasted dozens of bloodline wielders.
"You're out of chances."
With a cold snort, Sansai formed hand seals.
"Genjutsu: Endless Prison!"
A transparent ripple exploded outward, distorting the surrounding space in an instant.
Namikaze Minato leaped back, but it was futile—the technique had already ensnared him.
He froze, scanning the area.
Nothing seemed amiss.
Yet his instincts screamed. Anma Sansai wouldn't waste chakra on a useless jutsu.
She lunged, kunai aimed at his throat.
Minato raised his own blade to block.
Clang.
No sound came.
Yet a gash split open on his back, blood spraying as he staggered. Sansai vanished, reappearing elsewhere without moving.
Minato dodged left—only for her to materialize in front of him, kunai slicing toward his right shoulder.
Again, silence.
Again, a wound bloomed where no strike had landed.
Sansai stepped back, smug.
Minato formed seals.
"Genjutsu Release!"
"Useless." She flicked a shuriken at empty air.
Thunk.
Minato collapsed to one knee, shuriken embedded in his thigh.
"This genjutsu warps spatial perception. Your 'front' might be your back; your 'left' could be right. Yet what you see is also real."
Traditional genjutsu manipulated the brain's chakra. Hers hijacked the five senses themselves.
"Yield yet?" Sansai leveled her kunai. "Next strike severs your arm. Do you really want your ninja career to end here?"
Even reattached, the limb would never fully recover.
Minato's grin never wavered.
"I'll risk it."
He hurled kunai—aimed at Sansai, yet they scattered randomly.
"Then it ends now."
She charged.
Minato vanished.
To her shock, he reappeared meters away, snatching a fallen kunai and slashing at empty air.
"Flying Thunder God!?"
Uchiha Kin's jaw dropped.
Who had taught Minato the Second Hokage's signature technique? And since when had he mastered it? Kin hadn't even grasped the basics!
"The Nidaime's legendary space-time jutsu," Kushina mused, side-eyeing Kin. Minato had learned it to counter someone—and now his trump card was exposed.
Below, Sansai scowled as Minato kept teleporting beyond her reach.
"Understood now." He pointed to a tree. "I win."
"Find your bearings first!" she scoffed.
Then Minato materialized beside her—eyes closed, strike flawless.
"Impossible!" She barely dodged, only for a kick to send her flying.
"How!?" Sansai panted. The Anma's weakness was stamina, and hers was draining fast.
"I reconstructed spatial awareness." Minato scratched his head sheepishly. "Took me too long to figure out."
Sansai's face went slack.
Reconstructed spatial—!?
And he calls that simple!?
This… this monster.
"You're out of chakra and stamina," Minato observed. "Continue?"
A kunai pressed against her throat.
"I yield." Sansai tossed her number plate.
As Minato caught it, Kin and Kushina dropped down.
"You're terrifying, Minato." Kin shook his head. Rewiring spatial perception was like a newborn sprinting—an absurd feat.
"Huh?" Minato blinked, unsure if he'd been insulted or praised.
Kin sighed. Between the brute and the airhead, he was the odd one out.
"Lord Kin." Sansai slumped to the ground.
He patted her shoulder. "Next time."
The next exam wouldn't have freaks like him.
"Sancai, your skills impress me."
"It's Sansai!!"
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