Chapter 3: Show Of Strength

Hitoshi slowly leaned over, using his little finger to prop himself up on the ground, and then he stood upside down.

His muscles rippled, each one resembling a perfectly sculpted work of art, brimming with power.

"This guy's body control is terrifying..." It was the first time Fugaku had observed Hitoshi's training up close. Watching this spectacle, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "My Sharingan can't track his Chakra flow, so is this all down to his physical prowess?"

Setsuna fell silent for a moment. Even this seasoned ninja, who had witnessed the immense power of Senju Hashirama, had to admit that Hitoshi's physical abilities seemed entirely distinct from the peculiar powers of the Senju clan.

"Keep watching, Fugaku. This is just his warm-up; the real show hasn't started yet..."

Fugaku frowned but continued to watch in silence.

Meanwhile, Hitoshi had entered his warm-up routine. As he moved with a combination of flips and spins, his body seemed as fluid as the wind. His boxing and footwork demonstrated a speed and agility that clashed with his imposing physique.

What astonished Fugaku even more was Hitoshi's incredible speed. Even his Three Tomoe Sharingan struggled to keep up with his movements. The martial arts style he exhibited even bore hints of the Hyuga clan's Gentle Fist technique.

"This... yes, it's the Gentle Fist technique of the Hyuga clan!" Fugaku strained to observe with his Three Tomoe Sharingan and, while following Hitoshi's movements with great difficulty, he spoke aloud, "But how did he learn it? It's a closely guarded secret of the Hyuga clan!"

"It's not just the Gentle Fist technique. I even sensed traces of Konoha's traditional Steel Fist style in his punches, as well as the lance techniques created by that wily Senju Tobirama!"

Setsuna sighed deeply, his aged red eyes filled with complex emotions.

Such a promising young man, and yet it seemed he held no allegiance to his own family... He was still the heir of Uchiha Kagami, which only made things more complicated.

Hitoshi's warm-up continued, but his posture and aura had shifted from an ethereal and nimble state, resembling a falling leaf, to one of violence and tyranny, as if a deity had descended.

His muscles further solidified his heartbeat with a forceful rhythm, pumping oxygen-rich blood throughout his powerful frame, causing wisps of steam to naturally rise from his skin.

And in Hitoshi's eyes, though the Sharingan's Tomoe had not manifested, a hint of bloodthirsty crimson gleamed.

"Shua..."

Hitoshi flicked his wrist, producing a sealing scroll.

Instantly, from within the scroll, a massive iron construct, about fifteen meters tall, materialized amidst thick smoke.

"Not bad, should I say this is Konoha's craftsmanship? A creation of this caliber can still assist me." Hitoshi grinned faintly, surveying the sandbag he had custom-made at considerable expense, nodding in satisfaction.

"I hope this time it holds up longer..."

After all, Hitoshi unleashed a powerful punch, striking the colossal iron construct in its abdomen!

A deafening explosion rocked the entire Uchiha clan and even Konoha as a whole. People urgently converged toward the direction of the forest of death.

Uchiha clan members who were previously bogged down in mundane tasks within the security department suddenly came to life and rushed over excitedly. 

Finally, someone had invaded! 

Anbu, as well as members of the Root, responded swiftly, all converging on Uchiha clan territory with a sense of urgency. The explosion had been so loud that some wondered if the arsenal containing detonating talismans had exploded.

Fugaku stared at the shattered belly of the colossal iron man, swallowing hard. However, before he could utter a word, Hitoshi's training officially commenced.

Hitoshi elegantly hooked the iron man with his toes, showing no signs of exhaustion, and lifted the massive iron lump effortlessly. He seemed to be gauging its weight.

Fugaku's eyes gradually widened, and his scarlet Sharingan brimmed with disbelief.

What on earth is Hitoshi doing?

If it weren't for the recent explosion reminding Fugaku that the Iron Man was undoubtedly real, he might have suspected it to be just an iron shell. Could a person do this?

That was an iron mass towering five or six stories high! Was it really that easy to nonchalantly lift it with one's toes?

In Fugaku's perception, someone with this kind of power could annihilate the enemy with a single punch. No one would survive. At least, that's what he believed.

But Hitoshi seemed oblivious to the astonishment of the newly appointed Uchiha patriarch. He appeared content with the weight of the iron man. He lifted it into the air, his figure flashing, and then began his formal training routine.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The ground shook with each powerful blow. The massive iron man, nearly the height of four or five floors, behaved like a pliable ball in Hitoshi's hands, soaring through the air with his guidance.

Every time he knocked the Iron Man airborne, Hitoshi managed to kick it back into the air before it collided with any obstacle. 

What Fugaku did not anticipate was that, after launching the Iron Man into the air with an uppercut, Hitoshi immediately followed suit, propelling himself into the air. He then kicked the colossal iron lump directly toward the hiding place of Fugaku and Setsuna.

Amid the whistling sound of the object slicing through the air, Fugaku, who had been entranced by Hitoshi's astounding speed, was jolted into action.

Oops!