Might Guy, facing Yuichi's punch head-on, felt his face pale.
The chakra in this fist… it's terrifyingly strong.
At the moment of impact, Yuichi's chakra burst violently from his hand.
Fortunately, Guy's speed was overwhelming—Yuichi hadn't had time to gather too much chakra for his strange-power punch. If he had, Guy knew he wouldn't have been able to hold a stalemate for even an instant.
Boom!
Yuichi suddenly swept a kick across.
Guy retreated at once, only to see Yuichi twist, raising his leg like an axe.
Crash!
The raw, monstrous power of the Senju clan exploded out.
The ground split open in a vast web of cracks.
Dust rose in clouds, and Guy's expression darkened.
Does this kid not care if he kills me by accident?!
But "holding back" was not in Yuichi's vocabulary.
It was rare to fight Might Guy—the Might Guy, the man who would one day shake the shinobi world with the Eighth Gate.
How could he not take this seriously?
Yuichi's eyes flickered toward Nara Shikaku, standing calm and composed in the distance.
So that's the purpose of this battle, isn't it?
If that's not enough for you… then I'll show you that power.
Boom!
Another fist smashed into the earth.
Guy flipped back, narrowly avoiding the strike.
The ground erupted like it had been hit by an explosive tag. Craters opened across the training square—five, six massive pits in the blink of an eye. Cracks spider-webbed out, threatening to cover the entire field.
The watching jōnin twitched as they stared at Yuichi, tearing the place apart like a walking tailed beast.
Each silently promised themselves never to provoke this monster. One punch and you'd vanish without a trace.
And Yuichi wasn't even using Wood Style right now.
Even Might Guy's forehead was damp with sweat.
Yuichi's strange power was impossible to meet head-on. Normally, Guy's speed would overwhelm anyone, but Yuichi's seal-less Body Flicker made things complicated. At short range, Yuichi's burst speed was almost impossible to evade. At long range, his flicker wasn't as fast—but still more than enough to keep pace with Guy.
For someone who should've been a ninjutsu-type, Yuichi's physical prowess was infuriating.
If this keeps up… I'll have to use that.
Guy bent his knees and leapt, soaring high into the air.
Yuichi looked up at him, frowning.
What's he planning…?
Yuichi's long-range counters weren't ideal—Guy had chosen the air precisely because Yuichi's options were limited.
Even Yuichi's perfected Body Flicker would lose speed over this distance.
Against anyone else, it would've been fine. But against Might Guy? Not nearly enough.
"Eight Inner Gates… Third Gate—open!"
Boom!
Chakra roared out of Guy's body.
The watching jōnin gasped.
"He's opening the Eight Gates? In a spar?!"
Shikaku's gaze sharpened, studying Yuichi as Guy's body ignited with emerald energy.
Even with just the Third Gate, Guy's speed and strength are already on a different level. Can Yuichi still stand against him?
Yuichi's eyes narrowed.
Guy intended to defeat him with taijutsu alone—relying only on the Gates.
Impossible… against me, like this?
Crash!
The air itself seemed to rip as Guy dove.
Yuichi blurred aside, just in time.
Guy slammed into the ground, the impact carving cracks as wide as Yuichi's own punches.
A green afterimage flashed—Guy was already at Yuichi's side.
Yuichi turned his head—too late.
Boom!
The punch landed square on his face.
Yuichi's body rocketed across the air like a ragdoll, whistling through the wind at breakneck speed.
"Guy, you're being too serious!" Mitarashi Anko's face went pale.
Using the Gates, in a spar, and striking Yuichi full-force—wasn't he afraid he'd kill him?!
Crash!
Yuichi slammed into the ground, sending up a storm of dust.
Guy lowered his fist, frowning. He didn't chase. Even he was worried he might've gone too far.
All around, the jōnin held their breath, staring into the smoke.
Rustle.
Footsteps.
Alive. Still moving.
Hahh…
Yuichi walked out of the haze, slowly wiping his cheek. His eyes were colder now, sharp as a blade.
For the first time in this world, someone had landed a punch on his face.
Yuichi was not happy.
The gathered jōnin rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were seeing things.
A thin white steam rose from Yuichi's skin, hissing faintly.
The punch had torn his cheek wide open. Blood streaked his face.
But before their eyes, the wound closed.
Muscle, skin, all knitting back together at impossible speed.
Faster than any medical ninjutsu.
In less than a breath, the gash was gone.
Not even a scar remained.
"…What kind of recovery is that?"
"He healed himself instantly?!"
A monster.
Every jōnin watching shuddered.
Shikaku's eyes narrowed.
"That… that's the same as the First Hokage. That unbelievable regenerative ability…"
Senju Hashirama—whose cells had been coveted and experimented on for decades—now seemed reborn in this boy.
The shock was overwhelming.
Yuichi clenched his fists.
He had decided.
Time to try it… the enhanced strange power. With Wood Style's strength, and diamond force.