Chapter 81 — "I Need to Vent My Overwhelming Battle Lust… On You!"
(Subtitle: Terumi Mei: "Huh?! What did he just say?!")
If it were any ordinary shinobi, just seeing Uchiha Yujiro in his current state — lightning armor blazing, dual blades ignited, eyes spinning scarlet — they would've already been screaming, "Stay away from me!" before collapsing in despair.
But Pakura was no ordinary fighter.
She was the Hero of the Sand, the pride of Sunagakure — and when a warrior like her faced overwhelming odds, her spirit didn't crumble. It ignited.
"If your blade is sharp, then mine shall be sharper still!" she roared, her voice echoing through the mist.
Her sandals struck the mud with a thunderous crack, and she launched herself forward like a jet taking off, meeting Yujiro's charge head-on.
At the same time, flames began to swirl around her — Scorch Release: Extremely Steaming Murder.
Glowing orbs of searing chakra flared into existence around her body, radiating heat so intense that the air rippled and hissed.
With a pair of kunai drawn, she prepared to clash with him directly, planning to melt him down the instant he got close.
Yes — Pakura was a close-combat specialist too.
"You're strong, Uchiha, but your arrogance will be your undoing! Fall before me—!"
Her mind was racing, calculating every angle:
The Lightning Armor can probably tank a few Scorch orbs, she thought, but if I fire everything in the opening clash, I can blow him to hell before he even blinks—wait, what the hell is that?!
Because in the next instant, something appeared behind Yujiro.
A wheel of steel — dozens of kunai spinning in midair like a halo forged from chakra and lightning.
Each blade hummed with lethal energy, connected by glowing threads of chakra.
There weren't just a few.
There were thirty-two.
What kind of monster—?!
Under Yujiro's perfect control, the kunai blazed with lightning and flame, each one becoming a miniature Chidori Blade, shrieking through the air as they launched toward her orbiting Scorch orbs.
Lightning met heat—
and the marsh exploded.
The violent clash of elements blasted Pakura backward, covering her in soot and dirt.
When the smoke cleared, the orbs of her Scorch Release: Extremely Steaming Murder had vanished.
Completely neutralized.
"Tch! Even so— I can still win up close!"
No time to re-form seals.
No room to retreat.
Pakura gritted her teeth, surged forward, and charged with both kunai raised.
But she quickly realized —
she couldn't even touch him.
Speed, power, precision — he beat her in every category.
Yujiro didn't even bother deploying his full arsenal.
He didn't need his thirty-two kunai, didn't need his sword formations.
Just his twin blades, one of lightning, one of flame, were enough to completely overwhelm her.
Their clash lasted only a few seconds —
three swift exchanges, sparks and steam filling the air.
And then —
he found her openings.
Yujiro's Sharingan flared.
He flickered out of sight—
and reappeared behind her.
"Uchiha Dual-Blade Style—Hilt Strike."
A blur of motion.
A metallic thunk.
The blunt ends of his swords connected sharply with the back of her head.
Pakura's vision spun, her eyes rolled white, and she hit the ground with a heavy thud.
Only to vanish in a puff of smoke.
"Substitution, huh?" Yujiro said with a smirk. "Cute—but do you really think your chakra can hide from my eyes?"
He turned his head slightly.
Across the clearing, the real Pakura appeared, trying to flank him from behind, her kunai poised for a silent strike—
—and then froze as his eyes locked onto her.
Another flash.
Another crack of movement.
"Uchiha Dual-Blade Style—Reverse Hilt Strike."
A single blow.
Her body went limp, eyes rolling back as she collapsed for real this time.
The marsh fell silent, the air still sizzling with static and steam.
Yujiro exhaled softly, spinning his blades before sheathing them in one smooth motion.
He crouched beside the unconscious Pakura and, with a faint grin, muttered:
"I did warn you, didn't I? I needed to vent my… overflowing battle lust somewhere."
From the distance, Terumi Mei, who'd just witnessed the entire thing, blinked blankly.
"Wait—he said what?!"
The clash between Uchiha Yujiro and Pakura had lasted mere seconds — a blur of light, thunder, and heat.
By the time the mist settled, Yujiro stood victorious, completely unscathed.
Pakura lay unconscious in the mud.
And off to the side, Terumi Mei was utterly stunned.
Her jaw nearly hit the swamp water.
What the hell did I just witness?!
In her mind, she was already cursing out Kirigakure's entire intelligence division.
"Those idiots! May they all die single!"
This couldn't be real.
Konoha's
Flame Claw, they said—just a jōnin, a minor celebrity from the war.
But the man she was watching now?
He wasn't just jōnin level.
He was Kage-class, easily.
Pakura, who had fought her evenly before, had just been instantly defeated — and not killed, but captured alive.
Alive.
That meant intent.
Wait—why catch her alive? Mei thought, suspicion dawning in her eyes.
He doesn't need a living captive for information… unless—
Her face went pale.
"No way… he wouldn't…"
But then she remembered the New Konoha Times tabloid headline she'd read:
"Uchiha Yujiro — The Playboy of the Leaf! Not Even the Legendary Tsunade Escapes His Charms!"
She'd laughed at it then, assuming it was satire.
Now she wasn't so sure.
Oh no. He's actually that kind of man…!
The thought alone made her shudder.
The infamous
Flame Claw… turning Pakura from ninja to fallen captive of war…
Her stomach twisted with what could almost be called jealousy—
no, no, not jealousy, definitely fear.
Yes. Fear.
Definitely fear.
And then, Yujiro turned toward her.
Their eyes met.
Mei instinctively took half a step back, clutching her kunai so tight her knuckles whitened.
In this insane, chakra-fueled world, sometimes a cold blade was the only thing that still felt real.
Then she saw it—
Yujiro sighed, looking deeply unsatisfied, like a predator whose prey had collapsed too soon.
He rolled his neck, lightning still crackling faintly across his armor.
"Tch. That was disappointing."
He muttered, almost to himself:
"So this is Pakura of the Scorch Release? Hmph, overhyped.
Didn't even last a few rounds. I didn't get to use half my strength."
He glanced down at her unconscious form, then smirked.
"I'll fight her again when she recovers… but for now—"
His crimson eyes turned toward Mei.
"There's still a Mizukage standing right there."
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Mei froze.
Her heartbeat kicked into overdrive as Yujiro's gaze locked onto her — intense, hungry, and far too amused.
It wasn't lust.
It was worse.
It was battle lust.
The kind of thrill-seeking madness only an Uchiha could have.
Yujiro's chakra surged again.
Lightning crawled across his arms like restless serpents.
"Alright, Mizukage-to-be," he said with a feral grin.
"I'll be using you… to vent my excess fighting spirit."
For a moment, Mei could only blink.
"I'm sorry—WHAT?!"
His eyes narrowed.
"So, what'll it be?"
"Will you surrender willingly… or shall I make you?"
Her grip tightened on her kunai.
She forced her breathing steady, though her pulse raced.
"Don't underestimate me,
Flame Claw."
And then, bluffing for dear life, she added:
"You think I came here alone? My team's already surrounding you.
If you kill me, you'll never make it out alive!"
Yujiro stared at her for a long second—then laughed.
A full-bodied, unrestrained laugh that rolled across the swamp like thunder.
"Hahahahahaha! You're hilarious, woman."
He shook his head, smiling like the devil himself.
"Alright. I've decided."
"I'll keep you alive—just so I can listen to you talk every day."
"You're entertaining."
"Entertaining—?! Don't you dare look down on me!" Mei shouted, face flushing with fury and embarrassment.
Her seals formed in an instant.
"Water Release: Hidden Mist Jutsu!"
The marsh erupted with a dense, choking fog, instantly reducing visibility to zero.
Perfect terrain for the Mist Village's deadly assassins.
If she could vanish, regroup, call her reinforcements—she might still have a chance.
But she underestimated one thing:
Sharingan sees all.
"Left flank… right flank… above…" Yujiro murmured, his eyes glowing through the haze.
"Oh? Looks like the rest of your friends finally arrived."
And indeed, they had.
By the time Mei had released her mist, Kiri's elite strike force had already surrounded the area.
Three jōnin captains, dozens of elite chūnin, all hidden among the vapor, blades ready.
Over a hundred ninja in total.
A small army.
Yujiro even spotted a few familiar faces—skilled swordsmen he'd clashed with years ago,
men who'd almost been chosen for the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.
"So that's why they sent so many…" he mused.
"Scorch Release counteracts Water Release, doesn't it?
Can't have Pakura alive if she can vaporize half their forces."
He exhaled slowly.
"Fine then."
"If you want war…"
At that moment, a system prompt echoed in his mind:
[Emergency Mission: Kiri Assault!]
"The sea beyond the horizon hides your enemies!"
Objective: Repel all incoming Mist shinobi.
Reward: Water Affinity.
Yujiro grinned wide, electricity flaring around him again.
"Heh… not bad."
His Sharingan spun faster, and his killing intent surged like a wave.
"The more, the merrier."
"Now this…" — his grin widened into something feral and glorious —
"this is going to be FUN!"
Lightning erupted.
And Uchiha Yujiro charged headlong into the mist.
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