After letting The Third know, Akaba had originally planned to take a nap or practice some monstrous strength techniques, so he hadn't intended to return to the Manga Shop.
But just after turning the corner,
someone stood there with a sword drawn, like a samurai from the Warring States era, radiating an aura of killing intent.
This blade was sharp—clearly had been used to kill many people.
Meeting The Third had been a lucky manga-guided chance; meeting Kakashi Windseer, however, felt like a setup.
Akaba swallowed hard, smacked his forehead, and pretended to suddenly remember something important as he turned back.
Trying to act blind?
Kakashi Windseer appeared "whoosh" right in front of Akaba.
"Uh…Uncle Windseer, what a coincidence!"
Akaba racked his brains trying to recall when he might have offended this bigshot.
As far as he could tell—he hadn't!
"Hehe, your Three-Blade Style looked pretty cool. I saw you practicing some sword techniques the other day—I'm curious how much you've really got."
Kakashi raised his head, eyes sharp as blades.
Akaba gave a dry chuckle, and his mind snapped into gear.
Sakumo and Nightdance.
One trained Dual-Blade Style, the other practiced the Sword Clone technique. Something was clearly off.
What's more, Sakumo had taken a set of Naruto and One Piece volumes yesterday.
Got it!
But parents were always tricky, especially Kakashi Windseer who didn't even read manga.
Akaba tried to think of a way out but came up empty.
"Well then, catch!"
Kakashi spoke, immediately throwing over three real blades—not training wooden swords.
In his own hand, he held only a bokken.
"Uncle Windseer, my basic swordsmanship isn't worth showing off in front of you. Let's skip it."
"Don't talk nonsense. Watch my blade!"
In an instant, Kakashi moved, already attacking with one slash.
Akaba hurriedly grabbed a sword—no time to consider the three-blade stance. He just needed to block this first strike.
A crisp clang rang out. Akaba felt a massive force impact both hands, instantly numbing his palms.
What power!
Judging from Kakashi's style alone, he'd assumed he was a speed-type ninja—but turns out his raw strength was terrifying.
"I'll give you three seconds."
Kakashi reappeared, now ten paces away.
His speed was insane.
Akaba silently cursed inwardly.
While watching from afar, he'd imagined a thousand ways to counter, but now that the fight was real, all those clever ideas crumbled into nonsense.
Gritting his teeth, Akaba grabbed a sword and, drawing on his newly gained skills, fell into the stance of the Three-Blade Style.
"Not bad. Looks somewhat decent."
Kakashi smirked slightly, then rushed forward again.
He wielded a wooden sword, unable to channel Chakra through it, thus holding back his most powerful Hatake Style Sword Jutsu.
Nevertheless,
his pure swordsmanship alone overwhelmed Akaba.
Though wielding three swords, his opponent was stronger, faster, and every attack forced Akaba on the defensive, leaving no room for counterattacks.
Akaba fought while retreating. Fortunately, this street was wide, near desolate outskirts—no concern about damaging nearby buildings.
Stepping back several paces, Kakashi's blade remained swift as lightning, unrelenting in its continuous strikes.
This swordplay was made for duels.
Akaba's hands went numb. Even his front teeth, clenched around the blade, felt like they might get knocked loose.
He knew exactly what was happening. Forget testing each other's strength—he only had himself to blame for letting Sakumo become obsessed with Dual-Blade Style and Nightdance delve into [Sword Clone] through his manga.
This can't go on like this!
Facing yet another incoming strike, Akaba stepped back half a pace. Suddenly, chakra surged violently throughout his body, releasing an intense blast of energy.
[Monstrous Strength]!
The powerful chakra airflow rushing from both his fists and blade precisely struck the wooden sword mid-attack.
However, Kakashi Windseer reacted extremely fast. Sensing something wrong, he immediately withdrew his sword.
Snap!
A crisp sound echoed as the blade in Akaba's right hand snapped into two pieces.
Kakashi Windseer's bokken seemed undamaged, though upon closer inspection, small wood shavings could clearly be seen scattered on the ground.
Kakashi quietly sheathed his wooden sword and sneered, "Trying to run before you can walk—this is your version of Three-Blade Style?"
Of course, it was just mockery.
Judging purely from sword techniques, Akaba's execution was flawless. His sword path and timing were both spot-on.
Unfortunately, his physical condition was just awful.
Overall, Akaba was still somewhat strong, but he lacked power and speed. If not for learning that [Monstrous Strength] technique—
Thinking about this made Kakashi Windseer clench his teeth again.
This kid really had a sharp mind. Knowing his strength and speed weren't great, he'd simply replaced them with ninjutsu.
And his intuition was sharp too—he'd actually mastered both swordsmanship and [Monstrous Strength].
But he was just too lazy!
Akaba sheathed the broken blades and handed them over, forcing a sheepish grin: "Uncle Windseer, don't you think you've vented enough already?"
"Ungrateful brat! In all Konoha, countless people would kill for the chance to spar with me."
Kakashi Windseer accepted the three swords reluctantly.
Two of the three blades were already shattered. Since none of these were Chakra Weapons, there was no way they could withstand such immense chakra impact.
Only the third blade remained intact—
Kakashi held it carefully by the scabbard, deliberately avoiding touching the handle.
Beside him, Akaba stood awkwardly, too nervous to reply.
That much was true. Ever since the Warring States era, the Hatake Clan had passed down their legacy, developing unique ninja-blade arts. Every swordsman in Konoha wanted a match against him.
But Akaba didn't use swords, nor did he wish to engage in a one-sided thrashing with no meaning whatsoever.
"It's not the number of blades that determines strength—it's where they cut that matters."
For once, Kakashi spoke more than usual.
Dual-Blade excelled in group fights while single-blade was better for one-on-one duels and assassinations, plus numerous other nuances.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
Akaba nodded continuously while listening. Although he wasn't particularly interested in these details, at this crucial moment, he dared not provoke Kakashi Windseer any further.
Alright, left ear in, right ear out.
After a moment of silence, Kakashi muttered coldly, "If you're going to write, do it right. Don't be careless, and keep the story from getting too wild—the art of swordsmanship has deep roots."
"I understand."
Akaba nodded earnestly.
"I'm leaving."
Kakashi felt frustrated. Although he had disciplined the boy, for some reason, he felt even angrier afterward.
His mood sour, his tone turned icy.
Akaba had actually wanted to ask if the deputy head of the Preparatory Division could spare a class or two.
But after just getting scolded within an inch of his life, how could he possibly bring that up?
"Huff!"
He didn't relax until he was sure Kakashi Windseer was gone—checking repeatedly before finally letting his guard down.
At least it wasn't too bad—he hadn't gotten pummeled half to death, anyway.
Still, after walking just a few steps, he suddenly felt something was off.
Are you seriously telling me the plot's getting too ridiculous?
How should I even know if it's absurd—I haven't even read it!
And on top of that, you're punishing *me* because of your *kid*? What does that have to do with anything?
Akaba pondered briefly before instantly understanding.
It might be that one of yesterday's points revenue entries came from Kakashi Windseer.
Still…
These readers are way too hardcore!
They challenge people to real-life fights over disagreements. You simply can't mess with them.
Akaba silently grumbled inwardly.
This is still in the setting of One Piece—if this were Shinigami…
He wondered if today's swordsmen could even wrap their heads around those kinds of weapons.
Being an author is really tough!
With a grudging sigh, he recalled his original plan to train in Monstrous Strength. But now, having been randomly beaten up, he'd completely lost the mood for training.
So he simply turned back toward the Manga Shop.
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Akaba felt like he hadn't even done anything—was drawing the Three-Blade Style really that wrong? If Sakumo and Nightdance wanted to learn it themselves, what could he possibly do?
"Rang, from now on, if Sakumo or Nightdance wants to buy comics, they can choose any Hokage-related titles, but absolutely no more One Piece."
Rang Sakuma was completely baffled, not understanding at all what was going on.
The real issue was—
"Master, I'm referring to those two," he pointed inside.
Then, Sakumo and Nightdance peeked their heads out from within the manga shop.
"Hehehe…"
Nightdance let out a nervous chuckle.
Sakumo, being the most sincere, bowed directly in apology: "Sorry, I didn't expect to cause you trouble."
"Forget it, forget it—it's nothing serious."
Akaba sighed.
To be honest, he was just blowing off steam. He never meant to actually ban them. Otherwise, if that hardcore reader decided to pay him another "visit," no one in the Sakuma clan stood a chance.
"Alright, alright, tell me what happened exactly."
The three grabbed small stools and sat down together.
Nightdance thought for a moment, then began recounting from when he'd been reading comics yesterday, coincidentally seen by Kakashi Windseer. He originally wanted to recommend the comic to his teacher, but instead ended up scolded and sent off immediately for training.
When he recovered his wits during training, he noticed Kakashi picking up the book and reading it enthusiastically.
"The one who scolds the hardest ends up enjoying it the most! Yesterday, he was reading while beating us. Tell me, who acts like that!"
Nightdance complained bitterly, showing his hand as evidence.
His hand was visibly swollen, clearly proving yesterday's brutal training.
Looking at Sakumo, the same miserable treatment applied.
"Now seeing you two suffer more than me, my mood instantly improved."
Akaba's expression brightened.
"Still, yesterday brought huge gains—I've basically completed my Dual Sword style."
Unlike Nightdance, Sakumo appeared genuinely happy.
As Kakashi Windseer put it, opportunities to spar with him weren't common at all.
Fighting powerful experts often forced one's own potential to surface. And Kakashi Windseer's insight also easily saw through Sakumo's vulnerabilities and shortcomings.
"What about your Sword Clone?"
"That's still far from enough. Illusions won't work—those clones can't control Sword Clones at all."
Nightdance felt frustrated, having been criticized the harshest and thus feeling the worst.
The Sword Clone Technique was derived from the Multiple Shadow Clone Jutsu, specifically adapted from the Shuriken Shadow Clone. Therefore, the swords it created were physical entities. In contrast, the clones produced by Dance of the Sword were ordinary illusions—mere tricks of light that couldn't coordinate effectively.
Akaba thought for a moment and said, "Actually, we could refer to the Puppet Technique."
"The Puppet Technique?"
Nightdance blinked in surprise.
The principle of the Puppet Technique involved manipulating puppets with chakra threads. If they treated the Sword Clones as puppets...
Well, maybe it could work!
His eyes lit up. He slapped his thigh and shouted, "Right! Why didn't I think of this sooner!"
"Although the Puppet Technique might not be subtle enough, it would definitely be misleading."
Sakumo pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Using the methods of the Puppet Technique could indeed achieve the effect of controlling Sword Clones remotely.
Nightdance grinned with excitement, but his smile faded quickly. "But hold on—who in our village even knows the Puppet Technique?"
Developed by Sunagakure, the Puppet Technique was known to other countries but not truly mastered. Konoha also had no true specialists in this particular art.
Akaba looked awkward, hesitated for half a moment, then said, "There are people who know the Puppet Technique—it just depends on whether you can swallow your pride and learn it."
"I'll say anything if someone is willing to teach me the Puppet Technique."
Nightdance declared firmly.
"All right then, I'll point you in the right direction. Go find Tsunade from the Senju Clan and tell her you want to learn the Puppet Technique."
Akaba replied.
"Tsunade knows it?"
Sakumo showed an expression of shock.
"She doesn't personally, but there's someone over there who does. Just say it was me who told you."
Akaba didn't give a direct answer.
Knowing Nightdance's personality, if he had known his teacher was just a six-year-old girl, he wouldn't have been so confident earlier.
"Great! I'm going right now!"
He ran out a few steps, then sprinted back inside to grab the latest Hokage and One Piece manga updates before dashing off again.
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