Hanzo was filled with awe.
What a powerful physique!
The bruises left by his punches on Haruki’s body quickly disappeared.
Through his training, Haruki’s punching speed became faster and faster, his strength greater and greater, and his angles more and more tricky.
At this rate of growth, Haruki’s taijutsu would probably surpass his own in less than three years.
This could no longer be described as genius. He was a born ninja!
Hanzo’s voice, muffled by his respirator, reached Haruki’s ears, low and clear.
Hanzo looked at Haruki, who was three meters away from him. Haruki’s clothes were completely soaked with sweat. A light wring would squeeze out a lot of water. However, his eyes gleamed, like two flames burning.
Hanzo liked the look in his eyes. Always revealing determination and an unyielding belief.
[System detected Hanzo’s Nostalgia Value + 100.]
[Your Cursed Spirit Choso’s rank has risen to 33.6%.]
No sooner had Hanzo’s words fallen than Haruki’s figure instantly transformed into an afterimage, disappearing from his original spot.
He had fallen in love with the feeling of fighting with his bare fists. His whole body was boiling with excitement.
He felt no pain, no fatigue, only excitement flowing in his blood, clamoring for battle.
Haruki was momentarily puzzled.
But his fleeting thought was quickly drowned out by the fervor of battle.
"He is getting faster and faster."
"This is too amazing."
At some point, the ninjas who had been training had all gathered around Hanzo and Haruki. They watched intently as Hanzo instructed Haruki in taijutsu, and the more they watched, the more shocked they became.
Shocked by Haruki’s terrifying learning speed and progress. Genius was not enough to describe Haruki’s talent.
No wonder Hanzo was willing to take him as a student.
The floor beneath Haruki’s feet exploded the moment he pushed off, sending shattered stones flying into the air.
His figure, like an arrow released from a bowstring, instantly arrived before Hanzo. His fist brought with it a gust of strong wind.
A straight punch went directly towards Hanzo’s face. There were no superfluous flashy movements.
A simple, ordinary straight punch!
However, the air was compressed by this straight punch, emitting a cracking sound. One could estimate how astonishing the force of this punch was.
A subtle hint of approval flashed in Hanzo’s eyes. However, such a fast punch was easily blocked by Hanzo.
The surrounding ninjas hadn’t even seen Hanzo move, yet Haruki’s fist was already enveloped by Hanzo.
The watching Amegakure ninjas didn’t see it, but Haruki saw it clearly. The moment his fist struck towards Hanzo, Hanzo moved.
However, his movements were extremely small. A side step and an arm raise, and Haruki’s fist crashed into his palm.
This was the gap between the Naruto World and the Jujutsu World.
However, he would break this gap!
Wasn’t Heavenly Restriction about getting stronger the more you fought?
The stronger a ninja’s taijutsu was, the higher the upper limit of his Heavenly Restriction.
Hanzo felt his lips tremble from Haruki’s force, his calm voice entered Haruki’s ears. "One strike missed, continue the pursuit."
In close combat, dense attacks were the most rigorous defense. Once you stopped, you gave the opponent an opportunity to counterattack.
Haruki did not forcibly pull his fist out of Hanzo’s hand. He spun in the air, his left leg sweeping out like a steel whip, aiming for Hanzo’s chest.
Hanzo’s composure was not broken. He lowered his body, and Haruki’s leg whip swept over his head.
His elbow struck towards Haruki’s chest. At such close range, there was no avoiding it. A sharp pain came from his chest, and Haruki’s body flew backward.
He quickly adjusted his posture in the air, landing firmly on the ground with both feet. Hanzo’s strike left a large bruise on his chest. It hurt, but it didn’t injure his internal organs or bones.
Haruki suspected Hanzo had done it on purpose, intentionally wanting to teach him a lesson.
Such a minor injury didn’t require Reverse Cursed Technique. The powerful self-healing ability of his Heavenly Restriction Physique would make the bruise disappear quickly.
"As expected of Hanzo-sama!"
"Hanzo-sama is indeed formidable!"
The Amegakure ninjas looked at Hanzo with burning eyes.
"Haruki’s progress is truly fast."
"At first, his punches were clumsy, but now his speed and power have already reached this level."
"If he continues training , Haruki will soon be able to defeat us in taijutsu, won’t he?"
The Amegakure ninjas immediately felt a strong sense of crisis.
What kind of thing was it to be defeated by a child like Haruki?
"I’m going to train."
"Haruki is so amazing, we can’t lose either."
The watching Amegakure ninjas dispersed, and began to train frantically.
Hanzo, like a machine, repeated, "Continue."
Haruki had no choice but to act again. His speed was still astonishing, faster than before, and his steps lighter.
He no longer rushed straight towards Hanzo like last time, but moved at high speed around him, creating a blurry circle of afterimages to interfere with Hanzo’s vision.
Haruki’s figure suddenly appeared behind Hanzo, his fist aiming to strike him.
Just as Hanzo raised his hand to block, Haruki immediately withdrew his hand, clenching his other hand into a fist, and striking towards Hanzo’s head.
Haruki’s fist did not land on Hanzo’s head but Hanzo’s fist landed on his chest.
Haruki felt as if he had been hit by a charging rhinoceros. His chest was throbbing with pain and numbness, and his body rapidly flew backward.
Seeing that he was about to violently crash into the iron wall of the training ground, Haruki did a backflip, landing steadily on the ground.
"Again." Hanzo uttered those words again.
From five in the morning to twelve noon, a full eight hours, Haruki finally got an hour of rest.
Haruki’s morning training was equivalent to half a year of training for an ordinary ninja.
Many of the watching ninjas had their mentality collapse.
Haruki, oblivious and uncaring, dragged his stomach, which was cramping from hunger, to the ninja cafeteria in the village to find food.
It was mealtime, and he met many acquaintances along the way.
The news of him becoming Hanzo’s apprentice had already spread throughout Amegakure.
Coupled with going to the battlefield to save people yesterday, his name had reached a point in Amegakure where no one was unaware of it.
Yushi looked at Haruki, who seemed to have been pulled out of water, and exclaimed in surprise.
Haruki was queuing for food when he heard his voice, turned to look at him, and showed a smile.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw Suzaku behind Yushi.
"Brother Suzaku!" He waved and called out.
He looked at Suzaku with dissatisfaction.
Suzaku gave Yushi a faint glance and walked to Haruki’s side. "Did you train this morning?"
Suzaku looked at his sweaty hair and said, "Don’t be in a hurry."
Strength can’t be improved in a single day.
Haruki thought that Suzaku’s words should be said to Hanzo.
He looked at Suzaku sincerely and said, "I want to become strong as soon as possible to protect brother Suzaku."
Suzaku avoided his gaze.
[System detected Suzaku’s Nostalgia Value + 1000.]
[Your Cursed Spirit Choso’s rank has risen to 34.6%.]
"I don’t need your protection." Suzaku said.
Yushi passed Suzaku, glaring at him. He didn’t know how good he had it.